I probably should have seen what he does next coming.
9
Owen
I’ve wantedto kiss Andie again pretty much from the second that I stopped kissing her and after she tells me that she’s coming with me, I give into that urge again. Our lips connect and sparks fly.
Her soft lips mold to mine in a sweet caress and I feel desire curl through my blood. My hands go from cradling her face in my hands to tangling my fingers in her hair. She moans into my mouth and I dip my tongue past her lips, getting my first taste of her. She tastes like spearmint and she moans again as our tongues tease each other.
I use my hands to pull her closer to me and she hooks her leg over my waist. We roll until she’s on top of me and my hands leave her hair to grip her hips. Her sleep shirt is soft and worn and I slip my fingers underneath the hem, running along her smooth skin up her back. She wiggles against me and I groan as my cock stiffens even further in my pajama pants.
With only these thin cotton layers separating us, she can feel how hard I am and I can feel how hot she is for me. I’ve never been much of a sexual guy. Most girls see me as a friend and I’m usually too in my head to connect with other people but there’s something about Andie that’s different. I don’t have a problem connecting with her. She doesn’t care if I stare off into space and she’s never embarrassed when I trip or knock into something.
My hands run back down the curve of her back and over her ass. I squeeze the soft curves and Andie grinds down against me. We both groan then and I go to roll us again, intending to pin her beneath me, but I forgot that the bed is only a full and instead of rolling her onto the mattress, I roll both of us off the side of the bed.
We land with an oomph! I hurry to push myself off of her but when I look down, Andie isn’t glaring at me or upset that I just landed on top of her. She’s just laughing, with this beautiful smile on her face. I think that’s the moment that I fall in love with her.
I push to my feet, offering her my hand and pulling her up.
“Sorry, I just-”
“Got excited?” She asks, smiling at me as she smooths out her clothes.
“Yeah.”
“Me too,” she says, wrapping her arms around me and raising up on her tiptoes.
I meet her halfway and I can’t help but let out a contented sigh when our lips finally meet again. The boat rocks again and Andie pulls back, smiling softly at me before she pushes me back onto the bed.
“This way you landed on something soft,” she says as she climbs into bed next to me.
The only light on is from the street lamp outside and I reach over in the dark, wanting to be connected to her. Her fingers intertwine with mine and we both lay on our backs, staring at the ceiling.
“What are you going to do when we get down there?” I whisper.
“Same thing I do here. I’ll teach scuba diving lessons and maybe take some tourists out to dive. Maybe get a little house on the beach. Be happy. Have an adventure,” she whispers back and I smile in the dark, squeezing her hand as my eyes fall closed.
The last thought I have is that her dream sounds pretty damn good to me.
10
Andie
We don’t makeit very far the next day. I had routed all of my clients to other diving instructors and so we got a late start. Then it started to rain. We had docked in Miami and Owen had insisted on renting us a hotel room. We’re on one of the top floors, overlooking the beach and I smile when I hear the door open behind me. He had run out to get us some food and my stomach growls as the smell of tacos fills the room.
“I got you some tacos and a burrito,” Owen says as he sets the bags down on the table in the corner.
He had offered to get two rooms for us but I had insisted that one was enough. I know it’s only been a few days but I think that I would miss sleeping next to Owen. He’s a cuddler and I’ve already gotten used to having him wrapped around me at night.
He pulls out a chair for me and then drags over another chair for himself. I move the drinks out of the way before he can knock them over as he digs the food out of the bag. We eat and talk about our plans and the weather. It’s supposed to rain again tomorrow but then clear up and Owen tells me that he already rented the room for an extra night.
He helps me clean up the wrappers and we toss everything away before we curl up on the bed and turn on the TV. Owen wraps his arm around my shoulders as we lean back against the headboard and pillows. I rest my head on his shoulder as he slowly strokes my head, running his fingers through my hair.
I lean into him more and he hums under his breath as a commercial pops up on screen. I tilt my head back, intending to ask him what he’s singing but as my face leans up toward his, Owen leans down toward me. Our lips meet and the mood changes. Suddenly, I’m hungry again, but this time not for food.
His kiss tastes like home, desire, and longing. I crawl on top of him and crush myself to him, pushing my hips into his and moaning when I feel the stiff length in his pants. Owen moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me still and thrusts up against me. I don’t want to stop this time and I’m hoping without anything to interrupt us or rock us sideways, we won’t have to.
It’s been so long since I’ve gotten laid and I just want him to pin me down, pull my hair, and fuck me until I can’t walk. Luckily for me, Owen seems to be on the same page as me. His fingers tangle in my hair and he rolls us until he’s on top of me, pushing me into the mattress.