I’m blown away by her assertiveness as she straddles me, guiding my cock deep inside her. I’m surprised I fit, to be honest, and that’s not me being cocky. She’s tight and basically closes around me like a vise grip. When her ass hits my thighs, I’m the one hissing out a breath as our eyes meet. “Damn, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, so dark as she grabs on to the back of the couch. She swallows before leaning in, not kissing me but close enough to do so. “I haven’t let a man have me in a long time.”
My eyes widen. “No?”
“No, because they weren’t you.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Come on! How in the ever-loving hell am I supposed to keep my wits with her?
I glide my hands up her arms to her jaw, cupping her sweet face. I kiss her lips softly as she squeezes me with her perfect pussy. She pulls back from my mouth and starts to rock against me, my cock sliding in and out of her at a slow, agonizing pace. I reach around her neck, undoing the top of her dress so it falls forward and her breasts are mine for the taking. They’re so full, heavy, and her nipples need my lips on them. I move between the two, sucking and biting them as I mold them in my hands. Her head falls back, her cries becoming louder and more forceful with each slap of her ass against my thighs.
I can’t take it any longer.
I grasp her hips in my hands and hold her as I start to jackhammer up into her. My thrusts are demanding, and her tits hit me in the face just like I want them to. When I come, I come so fucking hard, I feel it everywhere. Lights go off behind my eyes, my balls pull up so hard it hurts, and I’m pretty damn sure I busted a toe or two from curling them so much. I bury my face between her boobs as I groan so loudly, I’m thankful it’s muffled by her skin. I’d almost be embarrassed if it weren’t. We still, holding each other as our breathing slows and our hearts beat together. I kiss along her skin, up between her breasts, to her neck, chin, jaw, before finding her mouth. She kisses me as earnestly as I kiss her. We kiss for what seems like hours, but it’s only minutes before our gazes meet. I’m lost in her eyes, and I hope she’s lost in mine.
All the emotions are swirling deep inside my gut and my head. I’m so confused by them, overwhelmed by them, that I have to voice them. Get them out of me.
“I’m falling in love with you, Angie. So, you need to let me know if that’s not something you’re down for.”
She rests her forehead against mine, and her eyes burn into mine. “Owen, honestly, I’ve been falling for you for weeks now.” My heart stops in my chest as she rubs her thumb along my bottom lip. “So, yeah, I’m down.”
I bite her thumb. “You think we have time for round two?”
Her eyes sparkle. “Maybe on the way back?” I nip at her bottom lip as she admits, “Because I really wanna eat some of that Gouda.”
Falling? Shit. I’m totally and fully in love with this girl already.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Angie
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I feel brand-new.
Literally.
Which may seem insanely ridiculous, but I do.
Maybe that’s what a couple orgasms from Owen Adler will do for you.
But I know that’s not the only reason I feel like this. I’ve never, in my life, been looked at the way Owen looked at me when he got out of the truck. I’ve never felt such nerves in my life, but once his eyes settled on mine, those nerves were gone and I felt wanted. Beautiful. It’s an awesome feeling, one I hadn’t realized I craved. Then he laid it down on me like it was the last thing he’ll ever do, and I don’t know how in the world he is supposed to top it. Pretty sure the O in Owen’s name stands for orgasms, and he was relentless. I’ve never come so much in my life, and I spent almost two hundred bucks on my vibrator. I honestly felt like I was going to implode. At one point, when he was deep inside me, feasting on my breasts, I think I did.
Good. God. Give. Me. More.
But then the best part? When he said he was falling for me. How? I have no clue, but man, it felt so good. Felt right, and I don’t understand it. I’ve never allowed myself to believe he could love me—or would want to love me. I thought I was a game to him, someone to play with to distract him from losing Evan. I was fine with it. I wanted to be his game, but what I wasn’t expecting was for him to fall for me. I wanted it—God, I did—and now that it’s a reality, I don’t know how to handle what I am feeling. I want to scream in his face that I love him, but I know that’s a little overkill. No, I’ll wait it out. I know he has been very vocal about how much he loves my body, but again, that can change at any moment.