Page 22 of Midnight Lessons
I lie back and widen my legs, shyness skittering through me—though there’s no need. He’s seen me now, knows my body. Is there any mystery left?
I half expect his movements to be brisk and businesslike. Instead, he’s slow and gentle, caressing me with the damp cloth in careful swipes. I sigh and close my eyes. This is… pleasant. More than pleasant. Warmth creeps along my veins with each touch of the cloth to my sore pussy, both outside and in.
“I wanted it to be good for you,” Owen says quietly. He exhales. “Didn’t quite work out the way I’d planned.” The cloth stills and he clears his throat. “I made a fucking mess of it,” he says with biting self-recrimination. “I hurt you.”
“Maybe that’s to be expectedthe first time.”
His eyes gleam with self-directed anger as he drops the cloth and resettles beside me on the bed. “What if I hurt you again?”
I cup his face, relishing the sensation of his soft beard against my palm. “You won’t. I… I don’t think we did it right,” I blurt.
His gaze slides away. “I’m so sorry, Low. I wish I were better at it.”
Should I lie and say it was everything I ever wanted? “We were both virgins. We’ll get better at it.”
“I’ve wanted you in so many ways for so long,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. His cheeks darken. “I want to try again.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Let me give you more.”
I’m sore and tired, but the need and urgency in him lights a new flame inside me. “What would you like?” My voice is low, husky.
His gaze meets mine. “Everything.”
Owen lowers his head and kisses me sweetly. Hotly. I respond, my nerve endings sparking. Tension weaves through me as his kiss becomesbolder, more confident. I slide my tongue along his, relishing his warmth, his taste.
Breaking the kiss, I take a deep breath and relax into the mattress, my arms at my sides, my legs parted. “Can I… show you?”
“Show me?”
My cheeks heat. “You know. Show you what I would do on my own.”
His cock twitches at my words, becoming semi-hard. He clears his throat, a smile pulling at his mouth. “I don’t have anything else planned for the evening.”
I let out a little laugh, relaxing, remembering that this is Owen. My Owen. This is us. We’ve already overcome so much. We can work through anything.
My hand creeps between my thighs. “It starts here.”
He frowns. “I started there.”
“A little higher.”
Sitting up, he focuses on my fingers as they move on my clit. He nudges my knees wider so he can see what I’m doing. “Fuck, you’re pretty down here. Deep pink and glistening. I can smell your arousal leaking from you. God, Low, keep doing that.”
My strokes are light and swift. My breath catches once and then evens out. Owen does the same as if he’s experiencing this with me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks huskily.
I meet his eyes. “The first time you kissed me when I was seventeen. It was my first kiss. Now, I wonder if it was yours too. Our teeth clashed, and our noses smooshed together, but it was still perfect because it was with you.”
My fingers quicken against my slick bud. “That night, I went home and thought of you while I did this. And I came so hard, calling out your name.”
“Funny,” Owen says hoarsely, his eyes glittering as he watches my fingers. “I did the same.”
I lick my lips as I lower my gaze to his cock. He came inside me not long ago. He shouldn’t becapable for a good long while. But he’s hard for me again, a pearl of pre-cum coating the tip.
“I thought about you a lot at night when I touched myself,” I admit.
Owen groans. “It was the same for me. My right hand had your name branded on it. All I had to do was touch my cock and think of you…”
My breath comes faster at his admission. I never dreamed I’d be so bold as to pleasure myself in front of Owen. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not—I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been.