Page 62 of The Reality of Us
He tipped his head back and laughed. Relearning how to have fun with a woman, this woman, made him happier than he’d ever imagined. “Cheers,” he said. “Very kind of you.”
“I’m a nice girl,” she said and fuck, the breathiness in her voice did things to him. He’d been waiting for another opportunity to kiss her properly again, not wanting to push or make her think he was only interested in one thing. But when Alice grinned at him, her hand sliding up his thigh and brushing over his rapidly hardening cock, he couldn’t wait any longer.
The look she gave him was pure lust. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips parted enough that he could see her tongue. He pushed forward, remembering how sweet she tasted and twisted his body so he could pull her into his lap. She slotted into place so easily it was like they’d been in this position a million times before.
Her chest pressed against his as her fingers swept up his arms. As she twisted them in the short hair at the back of his neck, Owen closed his eyes, rolling his head from side to side. The bite of her nails against his scalp made him shudder. He sensed her moving closer, her breath warming his face before she brushed her lips against his.
Owen told himself he’d go slow.
Make it good for her.
Be the kind of guy she deserved.
A gentleman.
Alice kissed him again, a firm press against his mouth, a little tug from her fingers in his hair. Moved her mouth to his ear to whisper, “Get naked, Boy Scout. I can’t wait.”
Owen’s gentlemanly intentions took a solid hit.
He slid his hands underneath the back of her fuzzy jumper. He rubbed his fingers across her bare skin, enjoying the way her lips parted a little more and she squirmed on his lap, rocking against him.
“This couch looks pretty comfy.”
“I know somewhere better.” He hooked his hands under her butt and carried her to his bed.
He tossed her onto the bed gently, and she scooted backwards. Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, Owen pulled her down the bed until she was underneath him. Careful not to put too much weight on her, he dropped to his elbows, his thighs pinning her in place. She reached for him immediately, her palm cupping him through his pants.
Owen slid a hand up her side, under her shirt, over the lace covering her breast, and she shivered, arching towards him.
When Alice tried to take her top off, Owen’s nose dropped to her collarbone, breathing in her unique smell. He hadn’t been able to place it before, but now he recognised it. A field full of wildflowers. Her skin was warm like she’d been basking in the sun all day. Alice gave up on her top, her hands clawing at the bottom of his instead.
“No,” he said.
“No?” That one word was full of so many questions.
“I want to take my time tonight, honey. Do everything I should’ve done the other night.” Fuck it. He should just update her name in his phone, especially if she continued to press her chest against his, making that soft mewling noise.
His hips pushed against hers, her gasp spurring him on. A tingle ran down his spine, spreading through his limbs. He wanted more of her noises, more of the way her body shuddered underneath him.
They moved together, their hands learning each other’s bodies, tongues stroking each other languidly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent so much time getting to know a woman this way. Usually, he was focused on having a good time and making sure his partner did as well. But every little gasp or hitch of Alice’s breath made his balls pull tighter, his chest lighter.
When her fingers tugged at his shirt, he pushed it up and pulled it over his head. Her gaze blazed a trail over his exposed chest, and suddenly, it was like he’d been standing in the sun all day too.
She finger-walked her hand down his chest to his jeans. Sucking her lip into her mouth, she pulled the button free, shoving his pants down to his hips. His cock swelled, and he groaned when she palmed him through his boxer briefs.
Almost all the thoughts emptied from his mind, but one remained. She’s wearing way too many clothes.
When her hand skated under the waistband of his underwear, Owen pulled away from her. Her disappointed sigh was music to his ears. He moved his hands underneath her jumper, the material collecting and gliding across her soft skin. It bunched under her breasts, and he kissed her, marvelling at the goosebumps that pebbled across her ribcage. Her scent was stronger here, and he chased it until he found himself between her tits. There was a bow in the centre. Not the usual small decoration on women’s bras but a larger green velvet one. The idea of Alice thinking of herself as a gift made him harden painfully. Owen added peeling her bra off her ever so slowly to the list of things he wanted to do to her, but first, he wanted to taste her. He’d been dreaming about it since the last time they were together like this. Her tits heaved as he lowered his mouth to the left one. Sucking her through the material, he rubbed a knuckle over her other breast.
“You smell so good.”
Her grip on his shoulders tightened as he blew on her nipples.
“May I?” He tugged lightly on the ends of the bow.
“Please.”
It wasn’t quite as spectacular as he’d imagined. Behind the bow was a metal clasp. He fumbled with it, and as the cups fell away, he buried his face in her luscious chest.
