And I do.
I truly see it now.
I can't look away, even if I wanted to.
He doesn't stop, not even to come up for air. He licks me like he's trying to memorize and map every part of my pussy with his mouth.
“Owen,” I moan. “Oh, my God.”
I’m gripping the arms of the chair so hard my fingers start to ache.
And when he presses his thumb just above my clit, holding me in place as his tongue works in relentless circles, I break.
“Aaahhh,” I cry out as my legs lock around his shoulders. I throw my head back against the chair, my mouth open in a silent, feral moan.
I drag my gaze back to the glass and watch myself shatter in the mirror, every muscle strung tight as I buck and shudder against his tongue until the aftershocks leave me limp and boneless in the chair.
My reflection stares back at me, looking absolutely gutted—eyes blown, hair damp from sweat, brows pulled together, and mouth still open in ecstasy.
Owen doesn't stop licking until I’m completely spent. He laps up every drop, easing the pulsing ache until I can breathe again before finally resting his sweaty cheek against my thigh.
He's still on his knees, panting between my legs as his jaw shines from my wetness.
I want to fall sideways, to collapse into the carpet and stay there until sunrise, but Owen's hands hold my knees in place as his thumbs move in slow circles against my skin. When he looks up at me with a dazed and wrecked gaze, I almost come again from the sheer sight of him.
He’s so goddamn sexy.
I instantly reach for him, letting my hand wander to his hair before I pull him up with me. We both stand as I tug on the collar of his T-shirt. Time blurs as I frantically reach for the bottom of his shirt and peel it over his head.
I can smell myself on his jaw as I find the dip between his neck and shoulders and bite down. He exhales a deep groan as I lick his skin, soothing my teeth marks with a wet kiss.
My fingers fumble with the tie on his swimtrunks, urgently trying to rip them off his body. Once the waistband is loose enough, I quickly drag the shorts down his toned thighs.
His heavy cock springs free, bobbing between our naked bodies as I rake my fingertips up and down his sculpted chest. This sight of his length—veiny and erect—throbbing angrily with need, only ignites my urgency to feel him pumping inside me.
“I need you, Meadow,” Owen grunts, gripping my face between his hands and turning us so my back is to the mirror. “I need you so fucking bad.”
The chair dips under his weight as he spins me back around to face the mirror and pulls me down with him so we’re both staring at our reflection. I reach for his arms as my ass hits the tops of his thighs.
Owen grabs my ankles and spreads my legs, placing them over the armrests to position me where my pussy is splayed wide open for him.
“Fuckkk.Look at us,” Owen rasps in my ear.
He watches me watch us in the mirror as I take in the hottest, most romantic sight I’ve ever seen.
Owen’s large hands grip my hips, the tips of his fingers reaching the soft of my thighs. He slowly drags his fingers up my bare stomach before cupping my breasts in his palms.
I can see everything beneath the moonlight—his sun-kissed freckles spanning over his shoulders, my chest rising and falling in tune with his, the mixture of his spit and my cum spilling out between my legs, and the base of his cock half-hidden beneath my ass.
Owen’s eyes never leave mine in the mirror as he leans forward and drags his teeth across my shoulder. I feel his length twitch against my lower back, inches away from where I'm aching for him.
I try to twist and straddle him, but he holds me steady and cups my jaw, only turning my face back toward him.
He kisses me like it’s the first time. He kisses me as if this is the last chance he’ll ever have to taste my lips. He kisses me until my mouth tingles and my hips frantically seek him out, desperate to have him inside me.
“Lift for me, baby,” Owen instructs, his voice strained as he bands an arm around my waist.
Oh my God.
