“Is it though?” I asked, turning his own words back on him.
“Yes.” He murmured, before kissing me softly.
He reached for the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up, standing so that he could remove it completely. I was sitting on his bed now in nothing but my underwear, and he turned towards the table to grab something. When he returned, he sat down beside me, and I covered my breasts by crossing my arms. He smirked before setting the salve onto the bed, and reaching for the plastic wrap that still covered my tattoo.
“Nervous?” He asked.
“No.” I said, but as he removed the plastic from my skin my entire body trembled.
“Liar.” He whispered, before using his fingers to gently spread the salve over my tattoo.
“It's cold.” I shivered.
“Is that why you're trembling, Unicorn?”
“I- I don't know what you mean.” I stammered.
He chuckled, returning the lid to the jar, and placing it on the bedside table. He went into the bathroom then, and I could hear the water running. He was probably washing his hands. I sat there awkwardly, wondering what to do next. Did I need to recover it? Should I leave my shirt off? When he returned a few seconds later, he answered the questions for me. He had a fresh sheet of plastic, and medical tape in his hands, and I gave him a puzzled look.
“Do you always carry medical supplies with you?”
“I got them from Gia. This isn't my first rodeo, remember?” He winked.
I rolled my eyes, and watched as he carefully bandaged me back up. Every time he touched me I felt like I was on fire. When he pressed the medical tape against my skin, and smoothed it over, the only thing I could think about was the night we spent together. How he seemed to know exactly where to touch, and kiss me. It felt like I was his favorite book, and he was devouring the pages.
“You need to make sure you sleep on your back tonight.”
“Is this your way of saying you want to be on top?” I blurted out, my cheeks instantly heating.
I brought my hands to my face then, and covered it in embarrassment.
“I have no idea why I said that.” I mumbled beneath them.
Owen laughed, reaching for my wrists, and slowly pulling my hands away from my face.
“You said it, because you were thinking it. It's one of the reasons I was drawn to you.”
“You were drawn to me because I'm good at putting my foot in my mouth?”
“No, smart ass. It's because once you let your guard down, you speak your mind. That, and I wouldn't mind being on top tonight.”
I laughed and he rose his eyebrows up, and down suggestively. Before I knew what was happening he had sprung from the bed, and grabbed a hold of my ankles. I squealed, as he pulled me down onto my back, but when I saw him climbing over my body the laughter quickly vanished. Instead it was replaced by pure unadulterated arousal. My heart suddenly quickened in my chest, and my breath was caught in my throat.
I watched in anticipation as he reached for the band of my panties, and gave them a slow tug. Over my hips, and then my thighs, stopping at my knees so that I could lift them from the bed. When he'd removed them completely, I swallowed the large lump that had formed in my throat. He ran his hands up the length of my legs, and when he reached my thighs he used his thumbs to press them apart.
My eyes locked on his then, and he lowered himself onto his stomach as his face inched closer, and closer to my heat. I could feel his breath, and I closed my eyes readying myself for what was about to come. I felt his thumbs brush against my lower lips, and I sucked in a breath.
“What about your tattoo?” I asked, my eyes popping open. “You shouldn't be laying on your chest.”
He slid his thumbs up towards the top of my pussy then, and slowly parted my lips. His eyes were still on mine when he smiled, and said.
“Don't worry about me, Unicorn. Just lay back, and close your eyes.”
Before I could respond, he dipped his head down into my heat and slowly ran his tongue over my clit. I gasped, and I could feel his lips curl as he smiled around me. He was enjoying this. Enjoying the way that my body was reacting. I did as he said then. I laid back, and closed my eyes. I let my body relax into the bed, and that was when I really started to enjoy myself.
I was no longer worried about being good enough, or ending up alone. I was only focusing on the way his tongue felt gliding over my clit. His movements were slow, and deliberate. Every lick, and flick was all for me. He took his time, reading my body's reactions. When I moved my hips, he switched his angle. When I moaned, he worked the spot harder. We were communicating without words, and I had never had this kind of connection with anyone before.
I found myself reaching down to touch him. I fisted my hands in his hair, careful of my tattoo. I tugged on the ends gently, and he growled against my heat. I was so turned on, that I thought I could have cum right then, and there. I didn't though. I held back. I wasn't ready for him to stop. I wasn't sure that I'd ever be. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he stopped to look up at me.
“Don't hold back, Unicorn. I can do this all night.”
My jaw dropped. Really, it did. I had to close my mouth. Derek had only ever gone down on me twice. The first time was admittedly horrible. I chalked it up to it being his first time, and thought that it would get
