Page 23 of Escape

That’s all it takes. She cries out my name as she comes, her juices flooding into my waiting mouth.

I drink her down greedily, savouring every drop while she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. When she finally stills, panting heavily on the bed, I press a gentle kiss to her thigh before crawling up to meet her eyes.

"What the heck just happened?" she murmurs softly, reaching out to cup my cheek in her hand. "That was incredible."

A rush of warmth floods through me at her words as I capture her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

"I’ve waited for this forever but I didn’t expect it to be like this," I whisper against her lips when we finally break apart. "You bring out a side of me that nobody else gets to see."

We stay like that for a moment, our foreheads pressed together, our breath mingling. Then, with a gentle smile, Mel pulls open the bedside drawer and reaches for the condom.

"I want this to be perfect," she says, her voice soft and determined. "I want to feel you inside me, Owen. Completely."

I nod, my throat too tight for words. I watch as she tears open the packet and rolls the condom down my length, her touch light and skilled.

When she's finished, she looks up at me, her eyes shining with longing. "Are you ready?" she asks, her voice low and inviting.

"More than you know," I reply.

I position myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing. I pause, enjoying the anticipation, the feel of her soft skin against mine, the heat of her body welcoming me in.

Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, I enter her. Mel gasps, her eyes closing as she adjusts to the invasion. I pause again, giving her time to accommodate my size.

When she nods, encouraging me on, I begin to move. Slow, steady strokes at first, building in intensity as her moans fill the room. I can feel her walls clenching around me, her body responding to mine with every thrust.

"Oh God, Owen," she pants, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. "Faster, please."

I oblige, increasing the pace, my strokes becoming more urgent, more demanding. Mel meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving with mine in perfect harmony.

Our moans and gasps fill the room, our passion building to a crescendo. I can feel my release approaching, and I know Mel is right there with me.

"Come with me, baby," I growl. "Let's go over the edge together."

And with that, we do. Mel cries out my name as we both reach our climax, our bodies convulsing in pleasure.

Morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, warming the edges of the room. I blink a few times, the haze of sleep fading as I realise where I am—who I’m with.

Mel’s tucked against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her arm draped across my chest. She’s still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, her lips slightly parted.

For a moment, I don’t move. I let myself enjoy the weight of her against me. This is new, strange, but somehow it feels... right. Like this is how it’s meant to be.

Before I can stop myself, I lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Morning,” I murmur softly.

She stirs, her brows knitting together as she shifts against me. Then her eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused for a moment before they lock onto mine.

“Morning,” she yawns.

I grin, brushing a stray curl out of her face. “You snore, you know.”

Her eyes narrow, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I do not.”

“Oh, you do,” I tease, my grin widening. “I’m surprised the neighbours didn’t complain.”

She shoves me lightly, rolling onto her side to glare at me. “You’re full of it, Owen.”

“Just saying,” I reply, propping myself up on one elbow. “Although it is a cute snore. Like a chipmunk. Wouldn’t mind hearing it again soon.”

Her smirk falters just slightly at the words, and she looks away, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the duvet.

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