Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
"Fuck, Lena," Owen groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly as he kisses along my neck and shoulder. "You feel so goddamn good."
I bite my lower lip to hold back a moan, grinding down on him harder as pleasure courses through my veins. Everything about this moment is perfect—the sound of our ragged breathing, the heat radiating between us. It's almost too much to handle. I'll savor the memory for the rest of my life.
Sitting up fully, I lean back, bracing my hands on the mattress behind me so I can ride him in earnest, working my body so he can see every inch of him sliding in and out of my pussy. His eyes are hooded with lust as he watches me take control, his grip on my hips tightening.
I smirk at him, moving faster, loving how crazy I'm driving him. "Do you think anyone else has ever made you feel like this?"
He shakes his head, pulling me closer. "No one else even comes close, baby."
Ever the gentleman, Owen reaches up to put his thumb over my clit, providing just the right amount of pressure as I fuck him. The addition of the sharp pleasure from his thumb combined with the deep, earth-shaking feeling of his filling me up has me reeling, and it's all I can do to keep in control of my body and not let him just take over. I want to make him feel good. I want to make him addicted.
As I get closer, each time Owen hits home, driving me higher and higher, I can't keep up the slow pace. I come forward against him, hands braced on his chest, legs doing all the work for me as I fuck him hard and fast. He keeps rubbing my clit, watching me with fire in his eyes, sweat starting to glisten on his skin.
"Don't stop," I pant, my fingernails digging into his chest. "Please don't stop..."
I throw my head back as I come again, letting the sensations overwhelm me. My mind goes blank, colors flashing behind my eyelids, muscles clenching and unclenching. I'm vaguely aware that I've stopped riding him, but now Owen has grabbed my hips with both hands and is fucking up into me as he seeks his own release. His grip is almost too tight, but it's what I need right now—something to hold onto when I feel like I might float away on a cloud of pure ecstasy.
Finally, I hear him curse, and he thrusts up into me hard, painting my inner walls as he comes hard. My eyes flutter open to watch him orgasm. There's something so primal about seeing him lose control like this, knowing that I caused it.
Afterward, we collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, still panting heavily. His arms wrap around me instinctively, holding me close.
"Fuck," he mutters against my skin. "You're going to kill me, woman."
I laugh breathlessly, resting my chin on his chest. "If anything, you're the one who's going to give me a heart attack. That was incredible."
He chuckles and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head before relaxing back onto the pillows, stroking my hair idly. "So much for going home and thinking it over."
I giggle, "So much for you coming over to protect me. Someone could have robbed me blind while we were fucking, and I'd have no idea."
"It's always a risk," he says, trying to sound serious, and I giggle harder, pressing my face into his neck.
His fingers continue moving through my hair, and it feels so nice that I can't bring myself to move. I snuggle closer, draping one leg over his hips, smiling. "Stay tonight."
Owen exhales. "I was planning to anyway. Just not in the same bed as you. But you've convinced me, I think."
A tingle of satisfaction runs through me. "So, what now?"
He trails his hand down my side and onto my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Now, you're going to sleep."
"And after that?" I ask teasingly.
He gives my butt another squeeze before letting go and kissing my forehead. "We'll just have to see."
5
OWEN
I stayed with Lena for the night. And then the next, and the next after that.
It wasn't what I intended to do, but she's like a drug, so sweet and impossible to quit that it makes it hard to think straight.
It didn't help that I already had feelings for her and that I already knew her as well as I did. We're compatible. We're already parts of each other's lives.
If I'm being honest with myself, I was halfway in love with her way before we slept together. Now, I'm head over fucking heels, and it makes me feel like a fool. Not because I don't want to be in love with her, but because I've fallen so hard. The moment we kissed, probably. It makes me feel like a teenager all over again.