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“Mia, what the fuck,” he finally growled, awake enough to finally register what was happening.
“I needed to know what you tasted like,” I told him, after letting him pull out of my mouth with a satisfying pop.
“Is your curiosity satisfied?” he asked, brushing his hand down my mouth, which I opened for his fingers.
He cursed again, hooked his fingers in my mouth like I was a fish, and dragged me up his body. I fumbled, licking his fingers while crawling up his body… kind of like a tree.
Huh.
When I was close enough, he pulled me by the back of the neck until our lips were pressed together, battling it out inside my mouth, then his. It didn’t take long for him to dig his fingers into my panties and pull. I could feel the bite of them on my thighs, so I wiggled until they were dangling off one ankle, and I was straddling him, grinding against his pelvis with needy hunger.
“Get on me, darling,” he said, his voice carrying the bite of British accent that I loved picking out when he spoke sometimes. “Get on me and ride.”
I obeyed. Like, immediately.
I was still a little sore from our first deep dive into my pussy from the day before, but I didn’t really care, to be honest. I needed him inside me more than just about anything, so I grabbed his shaft, angled it as best I could, then impaled myself on him.
Matching his-and-her groans filled the room on impact, I ground down into him while he flexed up, and I could feel him so deep, it ricocheted through to my belly button. God, it felt so good.
“How the fuck is it possible to be so Goddamn tight?” he grunted, hands gripping my hips so hard I was sure I’d have polkadot bruises left there from his fingertips.
The idea of that was thrilling.
He guided my hips, speeding me up when I slowed to languidly enjoy the sensation of him sliding within me. It was a feeling unlike anything else. Now I knew what all the fuss was about, and I could definitely say that I was going to be rewriting some of my sex scenes, for sure.
“We were supposed to take a break so you can heal,” Owen growled, reaching up to pinch the heck out of a nipple, which made me yelp.
The zing of it traveled down my nerves, convalescing down in my clit, which was dragging against his pelvis like my own personal rabbit toy.
“I’ll be fine,” I told him with a grin. “Though, maybe you want to kiss my booboo?”
Owen paused, his eyes shooting up to meet mine.
“Mia Miller,” he said breathlessly. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Before I could even process those words, he threw me off him so my back bounced on the bed. He crawled over me and kissed a line down my chest and belly, pausing to dip his tongue into my belly button, which made me squeal in delight.
With a grin on his own face, Owen sank further down, then met my eyes before his mouth found my center, licking a long line up my slit, then a tiny kiss to my lips. Those lips.
“Better?” he asked, voice low and wicked.
“Better,” I agreed just as he dove back in, shoving his tongue up my channel before taking my clit between his teeth and nipping.
I thrashed around like a woman possessed, my brain freaking exploding by the pleasure a mouth on my privates could bring.
God, I was so close. With just two orgasms behind me, I could already feel my next coming on, my brain trying to function enough to figure out how I’d lived twenty-three years without one.
“Come for me,” he growled, slipping two fingers inside me and curling them up against my—
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, grinding against his hand and mouth as his lips circled my clit and sucked.
A long, low groan echoed up his throat, reverberating through my clit which felt so fucki—
“Ahh!” I shrieked, my orgasm smashing through me like a sledgehammer.
A strong hand stroked up my belly, pressing down gently so my movements weren’t as wild, but he kept sucking in little pulses that prolonged my pleasure to a point of almost pain, it was so excruciatingly good.
When the hot waves dwindled, Owen lifted his head and I saw the fire of lust burning in his eyes. Lord, he was incredible.
