Chapter Fifteen

Owen

HE SETTLED NADIA IN the center of their bed. She opened for him, so he could settle his own body between her legs. Looking at her, naked except for a scrap of lace in one of his favorite colors on her, he softly skimmed her mound with his hands. She squirmed slightly, opening wider for him.

“Did you wear this for me, Nadia?” He knew she had. His sexy little tease. She had been doing things all week to push his buttons; he was surprised he hadn’t taken her before this. She gasped, wriggling into his touch, and he fought from smiling at her. Instead, he shook his head, tsking at her.

“You like to tease me, don’t you?”

“Owen,” she moaned the moment his fingers slid into the gusset of her pretty thong and his fingertip grazed her pretty, swollen clit. His woman was wet and ready for him.

“Do you know how hard it’s been keeping my hands off you?” he asked her, teasing her lightly.

“I thought hands were allowed,” she answered like a smartass. He chuckled deeply; her response was exactly what they needed.

“Oh, they are, babe... they definitely are,” he growled as his fingers gently stroked up and down her center. “But I think we need more than hands tonight.” He kissed her belly, his lips moving upward toward the center of her chest.

“Thank God,” she groaned. “Please, Owen.” Her plea sounded sweet in his ears, making his already hardened dick go full mast.

Blanketing her body with his, Owen buried his face in her neck. Inhaling the scent of her skin and everything that was Nadia.

Nadia’s hands stroked the sides of his torso, each touch deeper than the last. He moved to look at her. Their lips met, without a word between them, flames burning white hot.

Her hands moved furiously, pulling the gym shorts he had thrown on down as he pulled his tee off with one hand; he didn’t care where things landed on the floor. The only thing that suddenly mattered more than taking his next breath was getting inside of her. By the way she was pawing at him, Owen knew she felt the same way.

Holding his body over hers with one hand, he looked at his hand touching her tanned skin, running it down to her ruined thong. He could make out her wet heat and clenched the sheets with hand he was putting his weight on. He pulled them aside, taking his fill of how pretty she was.

“So damn pretty, baby.”

“Owen... Please,” she begged, and as much as he liked the sound, he was done messing around. His woman didn’t need to beg anyone, much less him. Not when he could help her ache.

“I warned you, Nadia,” he groaned, gripping his dick, the head of it sliding back and forth between her lips; her dewy warmth felt so damn good. His entire body felt like it clenched. “I should be soft and gentle; I just don’t think I can be right now,” he gritted, enjoying the way the tip of his cock glided easily between her slit. Her wet warmth made his body strain further. Every nerve on his body felt tense and on edge.

“Screw gentle,” she huffed. His girl wanted him, and she wanted him badly. “You... I only want you, Owen.” she cried out. Any grip of control he had left diminished.

His lips slammed down on hers, her mouth sweeter than ever. His cock lined up with her entrance; he slammed in deep with one long thrust. Her wet heat surrounded him tightly, her fingertips bit into his shoulders, but when a sharp guttural gasp escaped from deep within her, he stilled.

“Nadia, you okay?” He clenched his jaw, holding his body tight and still. “Talk to me, babe,” he pleaded. Shutting his eyes, he breathed in trying to stay still and not hurt her, but shutting his eyes made him feel her even more. His dick twitched as he felt her squirm and clench under him.

“Yes... please… don’t stop before you’ve even started. Please.” She tried to move up toward him, but his hands gripped her hips in place.

“You think I could ever stop?” he grunted. “Huh? I couldn’t stop needing this.” His eyes followed his cock, watching as he slid slowly out of her body and slammed back into her, enjoying the sounds that escaped from her throat. “I’ll never have enough,” he grunted, letting his gaze slide back up her body until their eyes connected. “You could gift me a thousand lifetimes, and I would still be greedy for more of you,” he whispered against her plush lips and felt her tighten around his cock.

Her legs wrapped around him; the heels of her delicate feet dug into his lower back, right above his ass, helping him so he could take her deeper. When he stared into her eyes, everything he was feeling reflected in her dark stare. With every thrust, she held on tighter. He made love to her like he had never before. It felt like they were connected in a higher level of intimacy, one he didn’t know existed. On a whole other level. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted to make the moment last forever.

Without warning, her entire body tightened around him and he watched pleasure wash over her beautiful face, her lips in a perfect ‘O’ as her body pulled him in deeper until he couldn’t hold back. Owen buried his face in her neck, letting go, soaring in pleasure as her name fell from his lips like a prayer, leaving them both completely breathless.