“You forget your place sometimes. Maybe I’ve been too soft.”
Anger again. But tinged with fear.
“Let me go.”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Owain.”
I leaned within inches of her mouth. Her lips hung open, her tongue ran over her white teeth. I felt her breath hot and quick on my mouth.
“Say my name again.”
Her mouth shut. Her jaw clenched.
“Go to hell.”
“Say it, Leigh. I want to hear you say it, then maybe I’ll let you go.”
“Owain.” It came out a snarl.
“Mm, I like that. I like when you whisper it. When you moan it.”
“I’m not moaning anything.”
“Not yet.” I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “But you will.”
I kissed her neck. She took a sharp breath and I felt her hands grip my shoulders. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to push me away or pull me tighter. I had a feeling she didn’t know herself. I kissed her throat, moving closer along her chin, up along her cheek. Her lips parted again, trembled for me, red and gorgeous.
I couldn’t help myself. I wanted a feast, and there she was, just waiting to be tasted. So I kissed her, lips tight against hers, and she gave in to me. I felt her melt into it, I felt the tension leave her body in one great flood of emotion as her tongue slipped into my mouth and that moan—god, damn, that moan, the moan I’ve been waiting for so long—escaped her throat.
I bit her lower lip as her hands moved to wrap around my neck. I pulled her closer, tighter. Her body rolled against mine. It trembled, taut and tense like a bowstring. She quivered, vibrated. I felt my blood racing through my chest and every hammer of my heart sent another pulse of need up through my lips.
All those nights in front of the TV came back to me, all those nights staring at her body and pretending like I cared about some football game, some movie, some sitcom. All that desire shuffled inside of me and broke free in that instant, and my well-honed and sharpened patience shattered like a glass.
I pulled back and stared down at her. She stared back, mouth hanging open, chin tilted forward, eyes locked on mine. I released her hair and she let out a little gasp as I moved my hands down her body. I felt her hips, her breasts, and stopped at the button of her jeans.
She pushed her hips up toward me as I unzipped her and tugged them off. They came down and off, revealing black cotton panties. Simple, but somehow sensual, somehow fucking gorgeous. I spread her legs wide and moved back to stare at her. She looked angry, but she didn’t move, didn’t pull away or speak.
The moment teetered on the edge.
I knew it could go either way. It could break one way or the other. I could get up and leave her there soaking wet and moaning to herself, wishing I’d taken my desire. Or it could end up with her riding my cock until her skin broke out in sweat and her cheeks flushed red with pleasure.
One way or the other. A knife balanced on its blade. A die balanced on its corner.
Then I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. Her fingers twined through my hair and pulled hard. I grunted and smirked up at her and I knew which way it fell.
She pulled me up and my hand found her soaking pussy as I kissed her again. I teased her, moving up and down her panties before pushing them aside. Her slick spot was dripping down onto the couch as my fingers spread her wide and found her clit. Her hips rolled along with my rhythm as I teased her, slow at first, so agonizingly slow. I kiss her, bit her lip, made her moan into my mouth before pulling away and sinking my fingers deep inside her.
Her back arched. Her mouth hung open. “Owain,” she groaned.
That’s all I needed to hear.
I dropped down between her legs and shoved her panties aside again. I held them there as I licked her, lapping her up with a reckless and wild abandon. I sucked her clit and rolled my tongue around her hard little bud as her hips started to shimmy and pushed forward against my mouth. Her fingers found my hair again and her moans turned unintelligible as the pleasure mounted higher and higher.
I couldn’t stop. I needed her taste, needed her moans. All that tension, all that possibility blew up like a rocket between us. It was a rush of emotion and desire unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, full on nuclear pleasure, full of perfect taste. I sucked her faster, licking and rolling my tongue, listening to her moans and learning from her body. MY fingers slid inside and I kept going, faster, slower, faster again, harder, then softer, learning her moans, the way she said my name, the tone of her voice, the tension in her hips and thighs.
I read her like a book and I took her right to the edge, right up to that line where she was barely present in the world, so wrapped up in the pleasure racing along her spine and exploding in her skull, eyes rolled back and muscles tensed, legs and arms tight and fingers clutching at my hair, begging for the sweet release, begging and needing it but hoping it didn’t come, hoping she could ride that wave right there, just right there—
Her orgasm flowed through her body like sweet rain. Her back arched, spasmed, shook. Her legs tried to tense and close but I kept
