Page 18 of Owen's Heart

OWEN

I toss and turn in bed before bolting upright. The upper half of my bare chest is drenched in sweat. My eyes automatically glance at the digital clock near my bedside. It’s a little past two a.m. in the morning.

“Fuck!” I sift my fingers through my unruly head of hair before flopping back onto the fluffy pillow. I close my eyes and try to force myself back to sleep but to no avail.

I let loose a long breath trying to slow my racing heart and sling a forearm over my eyes as images from my dream emerge through my lust-filled brain. The first time I took Rania plays through my head like a fucking film on replay.

My mind doesn’t want to deal with the reality of what happened earlier tonight. I don’t want to think about our hearts broken and our relationship ruined. I only want to remember a time when Rania was beside me, beneath me, all around me, giving me everything I ever wanted and needed.

I’m truly fucked.

After a while, I realize there is no going back to sleep. I sit up in bed, flinging back the bedcovers, and swing my legs over the side of the king-sized bed. I stand and let out another exhale as I glance down at my rigid cock covered by a pair of thin blue pajamas. I adjust the budge before I make my way from my bedroom down the stairs to the kitchen.

Running a hand across my eyes, I let a final breath escape. My heart is still hammering against my chest, and my cock is still throbbing from my elusive dream.

I wish I could will my cock to deflate, but no way would it happen with the dream still fresh on my brain. I rub against the vast expanse of my chest, trying to ease me doing something irrational like getting dressed and driving over to Rania’s to claim what’s mine.

What has always been mine.

Rania made it clear when she demanded I take her home earlier tonight that she doesn’t want to talk to me right now, but I feel the urge to do something to change her mind.

“Think. Don’t be fucking stupid, Owen,” I try to reason with myself.

I inhale and exhale, letting my breaths out in measured increments before muttering, “Calm the hell down.”

In bare feet, I stride through the swinging doors of the kitchen. I flick on a light before heading over to the refrigerator. I allow the cold air of the fridge to wash over me when I open it.

My eyes land on the six-pack of beer that beckons to me at the moment.

I chuckle. “Yeah, like beer will cool me down,” I mutter between stiff lips.

I grab a beer and twist off the metal cap before tilting it to my lips and taking a long swig. I lean up against the counter and take another. I wipe the residue from my lips with the back of my hand.

My cock throbs. Its rigidness demands to be satisfied, but I know it won’t be getting its wish anytime soon. I roll the chilled bottle across my chest, still attempting to calm the hell down. I take another long pull and drain the contents before walking over to the nearby trash to dispose of the bottle. I pull out a chair at the oval wooden rustic kitchen table and plop down onto the seat.

Memories of my dream no longer held at bay permeate my thoughts. A dream where my big hands pull Rania’s succulent thighs apart to get my first taste of her sweetness. She was a virgin when we were at university. I couldn’t believe she—this special woman—was allowing me to be her first. I felt like a fucking king for the privilege that I can only hope to have again in this lifetime…

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, making sure that she is okay every step of the way.

“Yes!” Rania whimpers as my thumb sweeps across the slick opening of her entrance. Her thighs spread wider, and my breath catches in my throat. Her scent enthralls me. I’m like a fish tethered on the end of her hook. Caught hook line and sinker.

Truly and utterly fucked even before I have my first taste.

My teeth lightly scrape against Rania’s labia, and she trembles beneath my tutelage.

“You like it?” I ask with my voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh.

“Oh my God. Owen!”

“I’m going to make this so good for you,” I promise her.

“I know you will. I trust you. I love you so much, Owen.”

My heart swells from Rania’s words. I lift my head, and my green eyes meet her heated stare. “I love you more, sweetheart. I promise I will never make you regret the trust you have in me,” I vow to her.

My head delves down to her pussy, and I take my first lick. Dear mother of Jesus, Rania is by far the sweetest thing I ever tasted. My tongue delves deeper and swirls around her tight entrance. Rania’s moans and sighs spur me on to ravish her like I have craved to do for so long.

“Ahh, Owen, I’m coming,” she cries out, tightening her legs against the sides of my head.

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