I laughed. “Exactly. You know when I need to stop but you’re also the one right there next to me when I have a million ideas I want to try, helping me make them come true. You make every single day brighter, Owen, just by being you. And I love you so much it almost hurts.”
“If it hurts, then I’ll have to kiss it better,” Owen said as he brushed his lips against mine.
“You will.” I groaned, my fingers tightening on his hoodie again. “Please, Owen. Show me… show me what you meant. I belong to you too, so please, make me yours.”
“You say the sweetest things, angel.” His hand cupped my jaw as he deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding into my hair.
We kissed for a long time before we finally broke apart, but it was only so we could stumble towards my room. Our clothes hit the floor, the pair of us dissolving into laughter as Owen peeled himself out of his wetsuit. He refused to leave it on the floor, so he took it into the bathroom to drape over the edge of the bath, and I heard him start the shower to quickly rinse his feet, despite me saying I didn’t care.
Because he knew I did.
I smiled as I spread myself out on the bed, pouring lube onto my fingers so I could slowly start toying with my hole, knowing Owen would tease me playfully for my inability to wait. But I loved being on display for him, moaning and gasping as I put on a show so he could see exactly what he did to me.
I didn’t think he’d rush this morning, though. I’d probably be begging by the end of it.
Or within five minutes, especially because he knew exactly how to make me scream.
But I wanted every second of that perfect torture because the pleasure Owen gave me was truly unlike anything else. It was love and adoration made real. With desire poured into every touch, every kiss, and every thrust.
He was smiling when he walked back in, eyes dancing with hunger and his cock hard between his legs.
“I should tell you to stop,” he said, lips curling in a way that made my dick throb as he stroked himself slowly.
“But?”
“You look so fucking hot like this, I don’t think I can.”
I smirked and beckoned him with an outstretched finger. “You should come here. You’ll get a better view.”
“Mmm, true. And I can do this.” He closed the gap and climbed onto the bed, crawling between my legs and blanketing me with his body so he could kiss me again, stealing the breath from my lungs and making me gasp. “Look at you, angel. So fucking perfect for me.”
He kissed all down my neck as I sank my fingers into his hair, moans dripping from my tongue.
“Let me hear you,” he murmured as his mouth moved down my body, his chest rubbing against my cock. “Let everyone. I want them to know you’re mine.”
I gasped, the last of my inhibitions melting away as Owen took me apart, his perfect mouth pressing adoration into my skin and love into my bones. I wasn’t sure where my body ended and his began. There was only the two of us.
And when Owen finally pressed his cock inside me, it felt like I was almost coming apart at the seams. Moans and pleas for more echoed around us as I clutched at him, my cock dripping precum across our skin.
Time seemed to stretch out, pleasure etching itself onto my soul, and I revelled in every second. Owen’s voice, the sounds of his desire and need, the feel of his body, and the scent of him enveloped me, and nothing had ever felt more perfect.
“I love you,” Owen said, kissing me over and over as he drew me closer to the edge. “My beautiful angel. My Darcy.”
“I love you too,” I said, the words soft and breathless. “More than anything.”
I didn’t know how long Owen made love to me for. Time had become meaningless, at least for the now.
I knew we couldn’t be here all day, even if I wanted to be. There was work to do, plans to be made, and terrible passport photos to be taken.
But, for now, there was love and sex and kisses that reminded me of the sea.
Owen would always taste sweet like salt to me.
And I couldn’t wait to savour that on my tongue, every day for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
