Page 54 of Fragile Hearts

“Not yet, but trust me, I will. I want to worship your body like it’s a fucking temple. I want to taste every part of you.”

His tongue slips out now, tasting me with a short, wet flick over my clit, and I call out again, needy and out of control.

Flattening his tongue against me, he lets out a low hum that vibrates through me. He licks me from my asshole to my clit, which is throbbing and aching. The pain and need are taking over, my body begging me for release, but there’s something so good about Owen Sinclair’s face buried between my thighs, like I want him there forever.

“You taste so fucking good,” Owen groans, his mouth never leaving my center. “I want your cum running down my chin when I’m done with you. Come all over my tongue, sweets.”

I’m lost in him, unable to respond, unable to do anything but focus on what Owen’s tongue is doing to me. And then he slips a finger inside me, his tongue lapping at my clit, his finger curling, and when he adds a second finger, my body loses all control.

Pumping his fingers in and out of me, my hips thrusting to meet him, I’m calling out his name over and over.

I clench around him, his tongue flicking over my sensitive clit, riding out my orgasm as I come all over his face.

“Fuck, so good,” I hum against her, pressing a soft kiss to her clit before I crawl my way up her body.

Sloane is breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hooded and dark as she comes down from her orgasm. Chuckling, I press a line of kisses from her stomach to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth again before kissing my way up to her mouth.

“Perfect,” I whisper against her lips.

Sloane smiles, all lazy and sexy, her hands grabbing at my T-shirt. “Off,” she mumbles, pushing it up.

With a laugh, I sit back on my heels, pulling my T-shirt off and throwing it on the ground. “Better?” I ask, a playful smile on my face.

She shakes her head. “No, lose the shorts,” she says, her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge I have. “I need to see your dick.”

My head falls back with a laugh as I stand from the bed, pushing my shorts off and kicking them away. Sloane props herself up on her elbows as she takes me in, her eyes wide and unblinking as they move from my face down to where my dick stands hard and pointing directly at her.

“Wow,” she breathes out, licking her lips in a way that makes my heart race.

Grinning, I lean down over her, my hands on either side of her body, as I press a quick kiss to her lips. “I just gotta grab a condom. Don’t go anywhere,” I whisper.

“Owen, wait,” she says, grabbing my arm as I go to move away.

“You okay?” I ask, pausing, wondering if maybe she’s changed her mind. “We can stop if?—”

“I don’t want to stop,” she says, her words firm as she shakes her head at me. “And you don’t need to use a condom either.”

I blink, confused. “Sloane, I?—”

“I’m on the pill,” she says. “I’m clean too.”

“Me too,” I reply, swallowing hard at her words. “Are you sure though?” Sloane nods, a look of absolute certainty on her face. “I’ve never...I’ve never done this without a condom before,” I now admit.

She smiles now, her hand moving to cup my jaw. “Neither have I.”

“Fuck,” I groan, crashing my mouth against hers as I push her back onto the daybed, my body covering hers. “You are perfection, Sloane. Fucking perfection.”

She giggles against my mouth, her arms wrapping around me as she widens her legs to accommodate me. “I want to feel you inside me, Owen,” she whispers against my lips. “With nothing between us.”

Fuck. Me.

I used to think I was in love with Sloane before, but now. Now I am absolutely certain I am.

“Sloane, jesus,” I groan, kissing her, our tongues tangling together as I grind against her, desperate to be inside her but also wanting to wait because this is a moment I’ve been dreaming of forever. A moment I don’t want to rush or forget. Ever. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“I need you,” she says, her words a plea, begging me almost.

I lift my head, our eyes meeting. “Fuck, I need you too,” I whisper.

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