The initial, tingly sensations of an orgasm begin. I want to suppress them so this can last longer but I hunger for the earth-shattering flutters I’m certain will curl my toes while I scream his name.
I push my fingers into his hair and fist the top while I squirm beneath his mouth. Owen sucks my clit hard and slows the movement of his fingers. Every movement is methodical. Deliberate. And all about bringing me pleasure and making me call out his name when I cum.
I release his hair and reach over my head to fist the comforter. My eyes flutter open when I feel the rhythmic suction of his mouth on my clit. The sucking. The thrusting of his fingers. The combination is going to push me over the edge any second.
“Ohh… ohh.” The noises coming from my mouth mostly sound like incoherent garble as warm fuzzies pulsate in my lower abdomen in preparation for what’s coming.
I squirm beneath him and then rock my pussy against his mouth. I’m fucking his face as much as he’s eating me. Team work—something he shouldn’t find unfamiliar.
My body simultaneously tenses and relaxes. The two happening together isn’t logical, same as snow in July.
Tingly waves of sensation toss and turn deep within my pussy—an orgasmic explosion on the horizon. And a cyclone of moans, groans, and panted breathing leave my mouth when the rhythmic flutters in my pelvis begin. “Oh fuck, Owen. O… wen, I’m coming so hard.”
I close my eyes and surrender to the rhythmic twitching inside me, pulsation in my face, warm flush spreading on my chest.
I’m altogether spent and boneless when the rhythmic contractions stop. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” He kisses the inside of my thigh before getting up from the floor to crawl over me.
We’re face-to-face and I’m so stupefied that I have to blink several times to focus on his eyes. These beautiful pale blue eyes and dark lashes are what initially drew me to him that night.
I reach up and run my fingertips along his stubbly chin. “That was so good. Want me to return the favor?”
“Another time. Right now, I really want my dick inside your tight little cunt.” He uses his legs to push mine apart and rubs his hard cock through my juices.
He drives into me with one smooth motion—hard. I was not expecting this kind of power behind his thrust, especially with that injured shoulder, but he isn’t letting that hold him back even a little.
He pulls back with deliberate leisure. It feels like he’s going to slide out of me completely, but then he thrusts again with even more domination, more force. His pace is slow, but every stroke is deliberate—and oh so powerful.
He buries his face against my neck and groans. He pushes deeply into me, holding steady when he spasms, filling me with his cum. “Maybe you’ll give me a daughter next time.”
Owen goes completely lax between my legs, his cock still inside me. “I’m leaving the cork in place for a minute so my baby-making juice won’t leak out before it’s had time to work.”
“You’re purposely trying to get me pregnant?” It’s one thing to be reckless but this is something else entirely.
“Maybe.”
I don’t think there’s a maybe about it. “You don’t have to do that, you know? We’re already tied together forever through Jacob.”
“Not the way I want to be.” He kisses the side of my neck. “I want to trap you into marrying me.”
“You’re crazy. You have no idea how much work a baby is. If you knew, you’d be using a Shop-Vac to suck all that cum out of me.”
He lifts his head from my shoulder and moves so he’s kneeling between my legs. He flattens his palm against my belly and then drags his fingers over my lower stomach. “I can’t believe he was right there inside you. Your body carried him and gave him life. Did it hurt when you pushed him out?”
“His heartbeat dropped so they had to do an emergency C-section. I didn’t get the chance to push him out.”
He finds my scar and rubs his fingers across it. “He almost died and I wasn’t there. I would have never known him. Probably never known he existed at all.”
All true statements. And it would have been all my fault. “I’m sorry.”
“That will never happen again. I will be there next time.”
“You’ll be part of everything. I promise.”
He lies next to me and laces his fingers through mine. “I love you, Ash. You’re the mother of my son. Marry me and let me put more babies inside you.”
I’d bet my paycheck he already has.
I want to be Owen’s wife. I want to be the mother of his other children. “Yes, I’ll marry you and let you put more babies inside me.”
Owen Bliss. My past. My present. My future.
“What is your middle name?”
“Wesley.”
Correction: Owen Wesley Bliss. My past. My present. My future.