The light of dawn filters into one side of the hotel window, waking me up to Owen’s body heat against my chest. I force my eyes open. His eyes are closed, his chest rises and falls peacefully. I should let him sleep. I just can’t help myself from rubbing my body teasingly on his.

There’s no space between our bodies, but I find a way to wedge my hand down and find his cock. Christ, it’s huge. Just touching the firm veined shaft and velvety tip causes heat to build in my core. I’m wet and throbbing, hoping he wants me one more time, even though I believe I fell asleep with him inside of me. Smiling, I run my fingers down the length, and it expands and pulsates under my touch. Dripping with a need I never felt before last night, I bend a knee and lift one leg, tilting my hips to position his massive manhood between my legs. I want him inside of me again.

Owen groans out a growl. His eyes aren’t even open, yet he reaches over to the strip of condoms and passes it to me. I’m not sure how I’ll fit what he has between his legs into this condom, but I’m willing to try. Sitting up, I carefully rip open one side of the wrapper. It’s so easy for me to overthink how I’ll do this, but then I have a realization. This isn’t supposed to be difficult. People probably rush to get this protection part out of the way so they can get to the good part. The thought gives me resolve. Biting down on one side of my bottom lip, I place the condom at the tip of Owen’s cock, and I roll it down his shaft.

I glance up at his face. He has an entertained grin rising up his cheek.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re sweet.”

I want to tell him that I’m new, but learn fast, but I can’t bring myself to say much, not while he rocks his hips toward my hand, thrusting his thick length between my fingers. I take the hint, moving up and down his rigid shaft, wishing then that I would have thought to give him a handjob before putting on the condom. Either way, touching him like this and seeing how his body responds to my touch makes me more aroused as I fondle every corded muscle.

I’m starting to get into it when Owen reaches over to me, grips my waist, and lifts me on top of him. He looks up into my face, not saying a word for some time.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, eyes dark and intense.

His gaze runs down my body, pausing at my breasts. Feeling brave, I take his hands and raise them to chest height, pressing each to cover my breasts. The heat of his hands massaging my flesh while his cock is pulsating so close to my center gets my hips moving. The look in his eyes goes from sweet and admiring to dark and sinful as he grips my waist. Owen lifts me high off his hips and positions himself between my legs.

“Ride me, Dakota,” he whispers. “Take as much time as you need.”

With a nod, I press my palms on his stomach. I take a few seconds to rub against his cockhead, and soon it’s not enough. Inch by inch, I sink down along his length, supported by his hands tight around my waist. I’m barely halfway down when my eyes roll back in my head and I rotate my hips, taking him all the way inside. Owen lifts me up again, pulling me down a bit more firmly and a lot more quickly.

Gripping his shoulders, I move up and down his length. He releases my waist, and runs a finger over my hot, swollen clit, sending me careening off into wicked bliss. With my back arching on its own, and my climax teetering on the side of a cliff, I whimper out a cry as my core pulses. My legs shake, and sparks go off behind my eyelids as I come hard.

Before I can catch my breath, Owen pulls me to his chest and rolls us over, still connected. His lips capture mine for a hungry kiss. I can hardly believe that his mouth on mine has my core fluttering, extending my orgasm as he continued to pump inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and the angle of his attack changes. I’m so wet, soaking the sheets more with every movement of my hips. Any soreness I felt before has melded in with pleasure and a need for more. Owen thrusts inside my wet, throbbing heat, giving me everything I’ve been craving. He pulls from our kiss and his lips graze across my cheeks to my earlobes.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, filling me, moving in and out of me. His mouth and teeth make contact with my neck, suctioning my skin, making a mark that’s sure to be there for a day or two, but I don’t care. It feels too good to stop.

He tilts my hips again, changing his angle of attack until I start to see stars. I don’t know how he’s able to ramp up my pleasure this way, but I love the idea of him knowing how to orient my body. Every thrust he delivers hits a spot that drives me outside of my body. My whimpers turn to screams that force me to cover my mouth to avoid waking up my sister and friends in the rooms nearby. I call out his name, which seems to drive him insane. Owen picks up the pace to a punishing speed, pistoning in and out of me wildly until a wave of ecstasy pulls me under, and he joins me as he comes hard.

We’re panting hard to catch our breath. Owen lowers on top of me and cradles my body. I stretch my legs out, drenched in sweat and completely at ease in this intimate embrace. As much as I’m enjoying him, the sobering thought that this is just a one-time thing begins to fill my head. Still, neither of us is making a move, so I let the moment be.

Out of nowhere, Owen moves my hair to one side and whispers into my ear, “I don’t care how dumb this sounds, but I’m not letting you get away.”

“This morning, you mean?” I ask for some clarification between foreign giggling laughter that comes from my mouth.

“Ever,” he answers with finality. “So, want to be my plus-one at your sister’s wedding? You’ve already gotten a sample of my skills on the dance floor.”

I laugh. “I’m the maid of honor. I have to be there.”

“Good, so I’ll take that as a yes.” He finds my hand and softly kisses inside my palm. “We have a connection. Don’t ask me to explain what I mean. I just know.”

I nod. I feel the same way, and can’t wait to see where it takes us for Christmas and beyond.