Page 116 of All of Me

The sound of his voice sends a shiver through me. I lean down, pressing my lips to his chest, letting them linger. “Good morning,” I whisper, my voice soft and teasing.

He shifts beneath me, his eyes fluttering open, and the grin that spreads across his face is slow and lazy, like he’s savoring the moment. “Good morning, Mrs. Klein.”

The way he says it, his voice full of warmth and pride, makes my breath hitch. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. “Good morning,” I reply softly, brushing my lips against his.

His hand slides into my hair, his fingers tangling gently as he deepens the kiss. It starts slowly, unhurried, and the heat between us builds. His tongue teases mine, his free hand sliding down my back, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and full of reverence.

I feel myself blushing, but I don’t look away. “You make me feel beautiful,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You are,” he says firmly, his hand cupping my cheek as he looks into my eyes. “Every inch of you.”

His words send a rush of emotion through me, and I kiss him again, pouring everything I feel into it. He responds in kind, his body shifting so he’s leaning over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the best way.

He trails kisses along my jaw, down my neck, his stubble scratching deliciously against my skin. His lips find my collarbone, then the swell of my breast, and I arch into him, my hands tangling in his hair.

“Owen,” I breathe, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

His mouth closes around my nipple, his tongue teasing, and my body reacts instantly, heat pooling low in my belly. His hand slides down my side, his touch firm but gentle, until he reaches the place where I need him most.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough as his fingers slip between my thighs.

I gasp at the sensation, my hips rising to meet his touch. He takes his time, teasing me, circling my clit before sliding two fingers inside me. He curls them just right, and I’m already trembling beneath him, the pressure building with every stroke.

“Owen, please,” I whisper, my voice breaking.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin as he kisses his way back up to my lips. “Patience, Mrs. Klein,” he murmurs, his voice full of affection and heat.

I don’t want to be patient. I reach down, wrapping my hand around him, and he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his control wavering as I guide him to me. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Then what a way to go,” I tease, my voice breathless.

He lines himself up, his eyes locking with mine as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch is exquisite, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he fills me completely.

“You feel so good,” he says, his voice rough, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to thrust.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, every nerve in my body on fire. He moves like he has all the time in the world, his hips rolling with a precision that leaves me gasping.

His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, and the combination is almost too much. I’m spiraling, the pressure building to a crescendo that has me clutching at him, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Let go for me, Kitty,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve got you.”

His words are my undoing. The climax crashes over me, and I cry out, my body arching into his as the waves of pleasure consume me. He doesn’t stop, drawing it out, his own release following moments later as he thrusts deep, groaning my name.

He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, our bodies still tangled together. His hand strokes my back in lazy circles, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmurs, his voice soft and full of love.

I smile, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Well that’s good,” I whisper, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “Because you’re stuck with me.”

As the morning light fills the room, I can’t help but think that this quiet, intimate moment with him is everything I’ve ever wanted.

The late morning sun spills across the room, casting a soft glow on everything it touches. I’m curled up against Owen, my head resting on his chest as his hand moves in slow, soothing patterns over my back. The comfort of the moment should be enough to quiet my thoughts, but a small voice nags at the back of my mind, one I can’t ignore.

I try to stay present, to focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat,, the warmth of his skin, the feel of his touch. As much as I want to sink into the peace of it, a lingering thought pressing at the edges of my mind.

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