Chapter Five
Owen
It was the best night of my life. No question about that.
I’d been kissing this woman pretty regularly for over a month now. I knew the shape of her mouth, the feel of her soft lips under mine, the sensuous way her tongue stroked into my mouth, teasing and inviting me ... I knew her taste and her texture.
But there was something inherently different about kissing her in the front seat of my car or on her brother’s sofa or when we were saying goodnight at her door—and this. Those other kisses had been an end unto themselves. I knew that they weren’t leading anywhere else. But today, as I explored her open mouth, I knew this was just the opening act. It was still wonderful and important, but it was leading to much, much more.
Clearly, my body had received this message, too, because my dick had jumped to life, pressing like a spike against my zipper. I willed it to behave ... for now. There was so much I wanted to do to her ... with her ... and I wasn’t sure where to start. But the heat pushing right against my stomach gave me a good idea.
I stepped forward until my knees hit the end of the mattress, and then I lowered both of us down onto the bed. Jacey landed beneath me, her silky hair spreading out around her flushed face like a halo. Her eyes were soft and smoky, gazing up at me with so much emotion that I felt my own throat close.
“Jacey ...” I whispered her name, and it felt like a prayer. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you surge and come against my mouth. I want to lick you until you scream.” I dipped my lips to touch hers. “What is it that you want?”
One side of her mouth curled up into a half-smile. “I want exactly that. I only want you, Owen. Only ever you.”
It was all I needed to hear. Raising myself over her, I trailed kisses over the satin skin above her neckline, easing the material of her dress out of the way, exposing her luscious tits. Holy God, this woman was stacked. I brushed my fingers over the lace-covered nipples, watching in fascination as the rosy-tips hardened beneath my touch.
“What do you like here, baby? Should I kiss them softly or suck them hard?”
“Hard.” Jacey writhed. “Suck them hard. It makes me so hot ... and wet.”
“I live to serve.” I did as she asked, taking as much of her between my lips as I could, wetting the lace thoroughly. She clutched at the back of my neck, urging me on, nudging my head to the other side. Once I’d shifted, her fingers wandered to the other nipple I’d just left wet and well-laved, pinching and playing with the nub. Seeing her pleasure herself drove me out of my mind.
Her dress was fitted over her ribs, and I couldn’t pull it down any further. Instead, I lifted the short skirt, revealing lace panties that matched the bra. Her sweet pussy was shaved bare and waiting for me.
“Jacey, God.” With one finger, I traced her seam over the material, parting her for me, spreading her legs wide. “You’re so wet. I’ve got to feel you ...” I slipped under the lace, my fingertips gliding through her swollen folds. “And taste you.”
I fumbled to get the panties out of my way, sliding them down her legs until she kicked them away. And then I buried my face in nirvana.
She tasted ... exquisite. I couldn’t remember ever using that word before, but it was the perfect one here. I touched her with the tip of my tongue and was rewarded with her sharp hiss of breath. Smiling, I licked her from bottom to top and then sucked her clit between my lips.
“Owen.” She moaned my name, canting her hips so that her sex pressed into my mouth. I spread my hands over her ass, holding her to me as her hands clutched my head.
She was getting close. I could tell by the way her breath came in short puffs and her body wriggled against me. Her voice as she called out my name was filled with building need.
“Do it, Jacey. Come for me. Come against my mouth. I want to taste you when you hit that peak.”
She gasped, arched her back and dug her fingers into my hair. “God—Owen—don’t stop—my God—” She cried out again, riding the climax as I stayed with her, stroking and kissing until her breathing had calmed. Her legs still trembled a little from the intensity of her orgasm. I ran my hand down her thighs, soothing, before I trailed kisses back up her body until I was level with her eyes.
“Hi.”
She laughed softly, blinking at me. “Hi. That was incredible.”
“You’reincredible. Hey, Jace, have I told you that I’m wild about you?”
Her cheeks, already pink from her pleasure, went positively rosy. “Not since you went down on me.”
“Huh. I’m sorry, I’ve been remiss.” I kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on me. “I love you, Jacey.”
She gave a happy little hum of contentment. “I’m so glad you do. And if you roll over right now, I’ll show you how I feel about you.”
I cocked one eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.” I dropped onto my back and laced my fingers together behind my head to watch what she would do.
Jacey rose up onto her knees next to me. Crossing her arms over her middle, she drew her dress up over her head and tossed it away, leaving her in just her bra. She reached behind her back to unhook it, wriggling it down her arms before it flew off to join the rest of her clothes.
“Wait a minute.” I laid my hand on her leg. “Let me look at you. I’ve been waiting to see you naked. I want to appreciate it.”
