“Ah! Wait, lighter, yes. Okay.” She panted and squirmed. It was intoxicating to watch. I did this. I made her writhe in pleasure.
“You did?” I stilled, thrown off, losing focus in the heat of the moment, but not wanting to lose that thread of her confession that she dreamed of me too.
“Well, not a dream. A fantasy,” she admitted. More heat flushed up her chest, and I lowered my mouth to suck lightly at her collarbone. She groaned. “That day you rescued Binxy Boo,” she said, breaths coming faster as I kept my strokes long and luxurious, occasionally passing her core to dip back into her, spreading more of her moisture around.
It was a claim for the state of me that I didn’t even blink at the name she listed.
“That beast had it out for me. I just wanted to do something for you. I had no idea what I was doing.” I kissed her neck and inhaled her, memorizing her. Her breasts and body were pressed hard against my arms, the muscles aching from the angle and the hard work, but not even close to stopping. “I just want to make you so happy.”
“You did save the cat. You really seem to know your way around a pus?—”
I pushed my finger deep into her and hooked it, searching for … She cried out. There it was.
“Tsk, tsk,” I said, but she wasn’t listening. Her hips were rocking as she fucked herself on my hand. “Focus, Bee.”
“Ugh,” she said. “What was I saying?”
“The day that cat almost killed me,” I supplied.
“Oh. Right.” She continued to grind against me, and I watched her, eyes closed, mouth parted. Absolutely beautiful as she sought her pleasure with my fingers. I could do that for her. I could prove that I was more than brute violence. “That night, I thought about you when I used my toy. I imagined you coming back to the cat café to kiss me and some variation of this.”
“You naughty thing.” My chest burned with pride. God, I hoped it was true and not the heat of the moment. I would have never imagined that I could do that to somebody.
“I know. I’m so ashamed.” She did not look ashamed.
“No, you’re not.”
She bit her lip and grinned. “That was before I knew about your allergies. Guess I can’t use that fantasy anymore.”
Anymore. Just how many times had she thought of me?
She moaned, head thrown back, flush spread over her chest and shoulders now. Her hard little nipples pushed up againstthe neon green material of her bikini. A moment of weakness. A distraction. A desperation I couldn’t ignore.
“I can help with that. Give you some new memories,” I said.
Leaning up onto my elbow, free hand occupied, I pushed up the loose strands of her bikini with my nose. I found her nipple with my mouth and tongued it, all the while, she continued to ride me. I loved this. I loved my body being used for pure pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she called out, arching her back, pressing her nipples more fully into my mouth.
“Yes,” I said, popping off her as she started to unravel.
I was losing control alongside her. My cock was pressed painfully against my zipper, but all I could focus on was her pleasure.
“You’re so wet, Bee.” Her moisture dripped down my fingers, cupped in my palm as I worked it against her. My body burned, every inch coiled up, hotter and more desperate than it had ever been. I was a ball of tension, incoherent, not sure if I was talking a lot or listing my desires in my head. I wouldn’t stop until I tasted how fucking sweet she was. How my tongue would slide so deep into her.
“Yes, yes. Oh, don’t stop.”
I had been saying my dirtiest thoughts out loud.
“I want to hear you cry out my name, Bee. I want to make you come so hard.” I brushed my thumb over her clit as she said she liked, fingers still working as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
She threw back her head and, in fact, did scream my name as she came.
Chapter 18
Bee
Owen watchedme as we lay face-to-face, and I came back to my body, still panting. I tingled with sensations I’d never felt. I had to be glowing like a beacon from the intensity of it all. He studied me in a way that had my heart pounding even harder, my body wanting more. As intense and truly once-in-a-lifetime as that orgasm was, I needed more closeness, more intimacy. Any space between us felt like too much.
