Page 41 of Midnight Lessons
My pussy clenches at the heated desire in his eyes.
There’s the look that unravels me.
The longing. The desire. The lust. Thelove.
“Fuck, Low,” he groans, rubbing his fingertips over his bottom lip. “What the hell have you done to me?”
My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. “I was about to ask you the same question.”
My body is desperate for Owen. It’s not a want but a need at this point. My heart agrees.
I fling myself at him. He must anticipate it because he’s quick to catch me. I lock my ankles around his waist and kiss him. It’s desperate and messy, our lips so wet our mouths can barely stay together for more than a few seconds. He sucks on my bottomlip to keep his mouth in place as he carries me to the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed.
Owen grins, lifting and positioning me so I’m straddling him. His stiff cock presses into me even through our jeans—layers of fabric that dare to keep us apart.
Something needs to be done about that.
I fumble with his belt, and he’s more than happy to help me out. He shimmies himself out of his jeans and his boxers. His cock is long and thick, making my mouthandmy pussy water.
Spreading my thighs apart, he slowly slips two fingers inside me. His thick digits move expertly, having learned all my secrets, and I moan as heat blazes through my bloodstream. His steady rhythm sparks something deep inside me, and I close my eyes, allowing the intensity of the moment to consume me.
I arch my back before wrapping my fingers around his hard length. The slickness of the precum at the tip sends an electric thrill through me.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groans, nibbling my ear.
Guiding his fingers out of me, I suck them into my mouth, licking them clean.
His eyes narrow into two burning slits. “Up on your knees,” he instructs, then, “Good girl,” as I do as he commands.
My pussy tingles at his praise. I love this dominant side of him. He helps me out of my jeans and makes quick work of my panties before guiding me back to straddle his hips.
Our eyes find each other, and everything else fades into the background. I lose myself in his eyes, swimming in the love I see those ocean-blue depths.
“Spread your pussy lips around my cock, but don’t put me inside you,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. “I want you to rub your clit against my cock.”
Oh, fuck, that’s hot.
“Is this another scene fromThe Cowboy and his Purple Anaconda?”I ask breathlessly, rocking back and forth on the head of his cock.
“Page forty-eight,” he groans.
He relaxes onto the mattress, and closes his eyes, his hands behind his head as he revels in the pleasure. And I have to admit, I enjoy being the source of that pleasure. It stirs something inside, something I never knew existed. A primal instinct.
Leaning down, I kiss him again. Another jolt of electricity zips through me as the tip of his shaft bumps my clit.
His lips part, and I flick my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss with every sway of my hips. He groans into my mouth, digging his fingers into my thighs.
“Fuckkkk,” he grunts. “So good.”
“Yeah?” I ask, sliding off. “What about this?”
His eyes pop open and widen when he sees my mouth hovering over his hard cock.
I stroke it a couple of times to warm him up, not that he needs it. He’s more potent than I’ve ever seen him. I drag the tip of my tongue from the base all the way to the head.
Owen shudders. “God fucking dammit,” hemoans. “Don’t be shy, Low. Take it all in your mouth. I know you want to.”
He’s right. I do. I’ll suck his cock until my jaw locks. That’s how much I want to please him. The hard part is taking itallin my mouth because he’s so big. But I’m not one to give up easily.