Page 36 of Passion Restored

He grinned. “I love when you call me a dork because I’m pretty sure you’re thinking of cruder words to call me but are trying to protect my little ol’ feelings since my cock is resting next to your pussy. You’re so sweet, Liz.”

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips as she grabbed the condom from him and tore it open. As she smoothed it down his length, wiggling back so she could cup his balls at the same time, Owen let out a groan.

“I fucking love your hands, babe. You can touch me any time you want.”

She grinned. “Oh, yeah?” She reached over for the lube they’d used earlier when Owen had wanted to play with her ass a bit and squirted some on her hand. “What if I do this?”

She reached down to his cheeks and spread him a bit, using the lube on her fingers to press against his hole.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but if you want, I’m game.”

She froze. “Seriously?”

He rose up on his forearms and gave her a serious look. “It’s fair. You let me play with you with one finger earlier, so why not let you do the same for me? I hear that if you rub my prostate, it’ll feel fucking amazing. And since we both just showered to prep you, I’m game.”

She let out a breath. She’d only been slightly teasing, but now the idea of doing this seemed sexy as hell. “Okay, then, Owen. Lie back, turn your head, and cough.”

He chuckled before letting out a long groan as she slowly breached him with her finger. She never thought this could be sexy, but with his hand on the base of his dick and the veins in his arm standing out from strain, she knew she’d never get this image out of her head.

She rubbed him slightly, finding the spot that sent his body into overdrive. “Here?” she asked.

“Holy hell. Yeah. There.” He had his head back so she couldn’t see his eyes, and for some reason, she wanted to. “God, I’m about to come just from that, but I’d rather come inside you.” He panted the words, and she bit her lip, slowly working her way out of him.

When he reached and tugged on her arm, she let him pull her up so she hovered over him.

“Mouth, I need your mouth.”

So she gave it to him. Their tongues tangled, their breaths syncing as she kissed him. His hands roamed over her, one resting on her butt, his fingers between her cheeks, the other sliding down to cup her breast.

“Ride me, cowgirl. Show me what you’ve got.” He smacked her ass hard, and she let out a pained moan. Why did she like that? She sure as hell wasn’t supposed to. “Come on, Liz. I want to see you.”

She wiggled down slightly before reaching between them to guide him into her. Their eyes met as she slowly sank down, and her breath caught. When the backs of her eyes stung with unshed tears, she blinked them away, annoyed with herself for getting too close, for feeling too much.

This was just a fling.

It wasn’t more.

It couldn’t be more.

He gripped her hips, steadying her when she was fully seated. “You okay, Lizzie?” he rasped.

She nodded, lying to them both. “I need to move.” That part wasn’t a lie.

One hand slid up to cup her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. “Then move, darling. Make yourself come on my cock.”

She smiled then. “Oh, and what are you going to do, lazy butt?”

“Well, I would just lay here and think of England, but I have a feeling your breasts are going to be too tantalizing to ignore.”

She rolled her eyes before rolling her hips. When they both let out a gasp, she knew they were close. She didn’t move off him; instead, she used his body to roll her hips over him, his length still fully inside her.

Their eyes locked once again, and though she tried to break the connection, she couldn’t. His hands roamed over her, the caresses full of an emotion she couldn’t name. And though she wanted to close her eyes and forget about what was happening, she didn’t.

And when she came, her inner muscles tightening, he followed, his harsh shouts a balm to her soul even though they shouldn’t be. Nothing was going as it should, damn it, and she was at a loss for what to do.

She collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath, aware if she spoke, she’d do the unmentionable thing and cry. She couldn’t shed a tear, not for him, and surely not for herself.

Strong arms wrapped around her as Owen kissed the top of her head. “What’s wrong, Lizzie. Talk to me.”

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