“You don't have to.” I said, letting my hands fall from his hair.
“Don't you like it?” He asked, arching a brow skeptically.
He knew damn well that I liked it so why was he asking? Did he just want to hear me say it?
“You know I do.” I admitted.
“Then stop fighting it. Let me taste you on my lips.”
I had no response for him. Not a coherent one anyways. So I just nodded instead. He was back between my legs with a smile on his face, and I was dumbfounded. I didn't have much time to think about it more than that though, because he was sucking my clit into his mouth with so much fervor that I forgot what I was even thinking about.
I closed my eyes, and reached for his hair. I arched my hips, and he adjusted his angle so that he was working my clit exactly the way that I liked. I moaned, and he used his teeth to nibble on my swollen nub. I cried out, and he rolled his tongue over the same spot he'd just nipped, before sucking it back into his mouth again.
In, and out he suckled me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of release. I could feel the pressure building with every move he made, and soon my grip on his hair tightened. I urged him on, tugging, and pulling on his hair as he increased his speed. I was climbing higher now, every movement intensifying the pleasure building inside of me until finally a rush of complete ecstasy washed over me.
“Owen!” I called out, as my orgasm rocked through me. It was so powerful that I continued to ride it out, even as his movements slowed. Instead of an abrupt stop, I was slowly coming down from what I had to admit was the best orgasm I've ever had. I'm ashamed to say that I never knew this kind of pleasure. I never thought that I'd know what it felt like, even though I often wondered. The thought alone suddenly had me feeling sorry for myself. There were so many things that I thought I'd never experience, and I thought that I was OK with that. It was clear to me now though. I wasn't.
FOURTEEN
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I woke to the sound of Owen's alarm ringing loudly from his cell phone. I groaned, as I pulled the blanket over my head in an attempt to ignore it. I felt him stir beside me, and a few seconds later the ringing stopped. I slowly pulled the blanket away, and looked over at him. He was already looking at me with amusement in his eyes, and I couldn't help but smile.
“Good morning.” He said.
“Morning.” I yawned.
“Did you sleep alright?”
“Like a rock.”
“A few good orgasms will do that to you.” He winked.
“A few?” I giggled. “I lost count.”
“I think we've got time for one more, if you're up for it?”
Five knocks in rapid succession from the other side of the door, put a quick end to our conversation. Owen groaned, before tossing the blanket aside. He stood beautifully naked, snatching his jeans from the floor. I watched as he put them on sans underwear, and pulled the zipper up. I cringed when he swore under his breath, only imagining how that must have felt.
When he pulled the door open, Morgan came rushing inside. Her heels were in her hands, and her hair was a disheveled mess. Her lipstick was smeared, and one of her false lashes was missing. I sat up in bed, being sure to cover myself as I did.
“What the hell happened to you?” I joked.
“I don't. Want. To talk about it.” She said, through clenched teeth. “I just came to get the room key.”
“What happened to yours?”
She gave me her 'I am not amused' look, and I held my hands up in surrender.
“It's on the table over there.” I offered, pointing behind her.
“Aren't you coming with me?” She half whined. “We need to pack, and I really need my BFF right now.”
“I'll be right there.” I assured her.
“You're the best, Ronnie!” She gushed before turning on her heel, and rushing past Owen.
When the door shut I stood from the bed, and stretched my limbs. Owen approached me, placing his hands on my waist, before bending down to kiss me.
“Rain check?” He whispered.
“There's always New Jersey.” I teased.
“First Virginia, now Maryland, Jersey tomorrow. We might as well finish strong when we get to New York.”
“Finish strong?” I asked, with hurt. “Does that mean once we get to New York we'll go our separate ways?”
“That's not at all what I meant, Unicorn.” He said, cupping my face in his hands. “Poor choice of words.”
I nodded, and gave him a slight smile. I wanted to believe him. I did believe him, but my insecurities always found a way to creep up on me when I was happy. And Owen Foster made me happy. I knew it was only a matter of time before it would all just... disappear. I'm the one that said I'd enjoy his company while I could. I'm the one that told him I didn't want more than sex. So why did his words hurt so damn much just now?
“Are we good?” He asked, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks.
“Yeah.” I sighed, trying to push my negative thoughts to the back of my mind.
“Good.” He smiled, before pecking me on the lips. “Keep that bandage on while you shower, and let me know if you need help with the new one.”
“I will.” I said, and he kissed my lips once again before pulling away from me.
“See you soon.”
“See you soon.”
He went into the bathroom then, and when I heard the shower switch on I quickly gathered
