Page 56 of All For You
“Yeah, baby. Make yourself come. You’re fucking beautiful.” I was surprised to find he wasn’t looking at my hand between my legs, nor the hand on my breast. Instead, his eyes were trained on my face, darkening with each heavy, quick breath I took as I reached the edge.
“Owen?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
He crawled up the bed and laid beside me. Forcefully, his mouth descended on mine. There was no sweet or gentle pecking, only the hungriness of longing and desire.
The hand on my breast reached for Owen’s head, and I held him steady against me as our tongues dueled.
Without warning, my body exploded, and I pulled my lips away to gasp for air.
“That’s it. Ride it out,” he commanded as I gyrated my apex against my hand.
Just as quickly as it rose, my orgasm came down, and I was left feeling unfulfilled. Usually, I was good for weeks before I needed another release.
But this time, I wanted… more.
“That was,” I mumbled, unable to tell Owen what I needed, because I wasn’t sure what to ask for.
“Hot as fuck,” he supplied for me as he rolled his body over mine. His very large, very hard cock settled between my legs, and without a second thought, I rocked myself against him.
“Oh, hell,” he said, clenching his eyes shut. “Steady, baby.”
“I need more, Owen.”
His lips brushed against mine in the sweetest way, like the caress of a flower petal.
“I know you do. I won’t fuck you tonight, cricket, but I’ll make you come as many times as you need. My hand, my tongue, my leg. You can ride every part of me but my cock.”
“Geez. I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Say, ‘Yes, Owen, I want you to make me see stars.’”
“Yes, Owen, make me see stars.”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied as he dove between my legs again and showed me exactly how magical he could be.
His mouth did things I never imagined, and it felt like heaven. I couldn’t get enough of it. My hips rocked and swirled against his face as he fucked me with his tongue and fingers. By the time he added a second digit to my tight sheath and sucked on my clit, my second orgasm made itself known.
I cried out Owen’s name and arched my back, reaching down to grip his hair with one hand while the other fisted the bed covers.
“Oh my gosh, I feel like a limp noodle,” I told him after he went to the bathroom to clean his face, which glistened with my wetness, and to retrieve a warm washcloth to clean between my legs. Owen was surprisingly tender in his care. “I’m not sure how I’ll get dressed,” I cried as I tried to lift my body off the bed and failed.
Owen fell upon the bed with a flourish and tugged me against his semi-naked body. His erection was still hard and thick inside his boxer briefs, and it throbbed against my hip.
“Stay,” he told me against my hair as he draped one strong arm across me.
“Owen,” I scolded. “You know I need to—”
He quickly hushed me by pressing his lips against mine. His kisses purged my mind of every thought, question, and scenario until it became a blank canvas.
“Please,” he whispered as his mouth brushed back and forth.
I should’ve been leaving to get a good night's sleep. Work started bright and early on the farm, and I was already cutting it close. But as I gazed at Owen’s shimmering gray eyes, I couldn’t say no. Instead, I asked him to grab my phone for me and turn off the lights.
By the time he returned with my phone and blanketed the room in darkness aside from the moonlight coming from the window, I was tucked under the covers with a corner pulled back for him to slide into bed.
