Midnight Lessons (Midnight Falls, Texas)

7. Owen

Chapter 7

Owen

Dear God, let me do this right, I silently pray as I toss Willow onto the bed. Let me make this good for her.

I’m not the first inexperienced man to bed a woman. But I don’t care about any of those men. I’m only concerned about myself and my ability to pleasure Low. Because this is something I never dared to hope for—my woman, soft and yielding beneath me, her hands tugging at my clothes.

Our mouths come together in a lush kiss, my tongue caressing hers. I skim my hand up her waist to rest beneath the curve of her plump breast. She lifts closer, a silent plea for my touch. I swallow the fullness in my large hand, and she moans softly into my mouth as my fingers stroke over the fabric of her T-shirt. My fingertips stray over her nipple, teasing it beneath her clothing to a hard point that demands more.

“Fuck, I need you naked,” I grunt, reaching for the hem of her T-shirt and pulling it clumsily over her head.

Her magnificent breasts spill over the top of her lacy black bra, the tight little buds of her nipples straining against the silky material.

Fuck. At this rate, I’ll be lucky to get the tip of my cock inside her before exploding.

I groan, dipping my head and sucking a hard point into my mouth, wetting the material.

“Owen,” Willow gasps, arching her back and pressing more firmly into my mouth.

When I pull back, she quickly unhooks the bra and strips it from her body. Her hands go to her jeans, undoing them and wriggling them over her hips along with her panties. Everything gets stuck halfway, and we laugh as I help her wrangle them over her feet .

Then, I stand and simply look my fill. For all our making out in the past, I never saw my woman naked. We dry-humped with our clothes on like the horny teenagers we were, but I never pressured her for full sex. Somehow, in my idealistic teenage mind, I imagined asking her to marry me before we took that final step. And then I fucked it all up.

I push the thought aside. This is our fresh start. I’m older, wiser, and more in love with her now than I was back then. This is Low. She’s here, real and breathing.

This is the beginning of everything. Of forever.

And, fuck, she’s gorgeous. My dreams pale before reality. Fiery hair splayed across the pillow. Green eyes heavy with desire. And, God, that body. Rounded belly. Soft thighs. Her breasts are large and slip sideways off her chest, her nipples pink, begging for my mouth. A neat triangle of hair guards her sex, her glistening folds peeking from beneath.

“I’ve gained some weight since high school. Guess that’s what happens when you own a bakery and have to taste everything,” she says self-consciously.

“You’re perfect, Low. Fuck, just look at you,” I murmur, my gaze skimming her silky skin. “More beautiful than I ever imagined.”

She smiles, a soft, inviting smile that hits me right in my heart. “Come here and show me.”

My hands go to my T-shirt, and I rip it over my head. My jeans and boxers quickly follow, leaving me as naked as my woman. My eyes stay on Willow’s face the entire time, watching her as her gaze roves eagerly over my shoulders, chest, and arms. It drops lower to my thighs, where my cock curves toward my stomach. Her eyes widen slightly and she licks her lips, moving restlessly on the bed.

Running and gym sessions since my football days have kept me in shape, although I’ve filled out a little since high school. Seeing Willow’s ravenous look makes my heart pound and my cock ache. My woman likes what she sees, and the desire in her eyes stokes mine .

I love having her eyes on me, so I stretch a little and flex the muscles of my arms and back. Her eyes widen in appreciation, and I struggle to resist the urge to pose even more.

“My woman isn’t shy,” I say huskily as her avid gaze rests on my cock, not with fear but with curiosity and excitement.

“Not with you,” she answers, dragging her gaze back to my face. “We’ve spent too long in the shadows of the past. Now I want everything in the light.”

My heart leaps along with my cock. I won’t keep us waiting any longer. I prowl toward her, every muscle tight with wanting, my pulse hammering.

Willow scoots up the bed, making room for me, her smile teasing. “So, considering we’re both new at this, do you think we should refer to one of your biology diagrams? You know, so we know what fits where?”

I smirk. “I think we’ll figure it out. Although, I’m not sure I qualify as a virgin given the amount of sexual experiences I’ve had with my right hand. ”

Her laugh is wicked and unrestrained. “Saving yourself for marriage?” she teases.

“No. Just for you.”

Her laughter dies, and her eyes soften and sparkle with tears. “Owen…”

I shrug self-consciously. “It’s always been you, Low.”

“And you for me,” she whispers, holding out her hand to me.

I feel big and ungainly as I climb onto the bed beside her, but she watches me with that same eager look. Her naked beauty sends my blood raging through my veins—her smooth legs, the curve of her belly, her bare arms. Willow is everywhere, filling my senses.

What would an experienced man do in this situation? Take charge, sweep the woman into his arms, and claim her confidently? But I’m not experienced. And there’s something poignant in this being the first time for both of us.

Willow exhales, sensing my tension. “We’ll learn together, O. Step by step. Just like that treehouse. ”

I groan and laugh. “Christ, I hope I make a better job of this than that damned treehouse.” I thread our fingers together and press a kiss on the back of her hand. “God, Low—if you only knew how much I want you. How long I’ve wanted this.”

“I’ve been waiting for this—for you—for a long time too,” she whispers.

I cup her face with my free hand, tilting it upward. My mouth descends to hers, and she kisses me back feverishly, hotly, her lips as demanding as mine. We devour each other, consuming and taking. There’s no part of me that doesn’t respond to her, urging me to sink into her welcoming heat, swift and hard.

But I won’t give in to the commands of my impatient body. She deserves more than a fast fuck.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I guide her down until she’s lying flat on the bed. I loom over her, bracing my weight on my forearm as I continue to kiss her. I stroke my other hand along her jaw, down the column of her neck, teasing the curves of her collarbones. Then I let my hand drift lower, over her breast, where her heart hammers .

I cup the heavy globe, silken and full, groaning at the weight of it in my hand. Her gasp turns into a moan as I find her hard nipple with my thumb, gliding over the hard tip. I pinch, earning another throaty moan. She’s so responsive, so eager, panting with each caress, each touch.

I play with her other breast, giving it the same attention. She writhes beneath me, arching upward, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her legs are restless against mine, so soft against my rougher skin.

Stroking my hand lower, I skim her ribs, her waist, the supple roundness of her stomach. With more patience than I knew I possessed, I tease the bare skin of her inner thigh. So soft. Smooth and sleek and lush. Her flesh as hot as a fever.

My cock aches, my balls ready to combust at the slightest shift of her body against mine. I grit my teeth, struggling not to come before I even get inside her. I want to delve deep, but I fight to keep a tight rein on my hunger.

Slow. You’re not a fucking animal.

Slowly, I guide my fingers over her mound until they find her moist folds. And God help me, she feels like paradise.

Low shifts against my hand, her legs opening slightly as she presses her pussy against my fingers. “Yes,” she sighs. “Yes.”

I touch her gently, rubbing her, listening to her responsive sighs and moans. My fingers dip deeper, and I groan as her heat bathes them.

I roll on top of her, my cock hard against her hip. Our mouths meet in a hungry kiss and all my dreams, all my fantasies, pale in the face of reality. Low is mine. I’m finally making it a reality.

I slide a hand between us, pushing a finger inside her. She lets out a little gasp of encouragement, straining against my fingers.

“Oh, God,” she huffs. “Owen…Please…”

Is she telling me she’s ready for me? God, please let her be ready for me because I’m about to cum all over the sheets. I need to be inside her.

Taking myself in hand, I falter a few times before lining myself up with her entrance. Willow moans as I rub the head of my cock against her opening.

“God. I want you so badly. Can’t wait,” I growl, angling my cock and slowly sinking in, inch by inch, as her body works to accommodate me.

Tight, molten heat surrounds me as I push in another inch and another until I’m fully seated inside her. I shut my eyes, savoring the hum of my blood and the impending orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.

Low stiffens beneath me, and my eyes pop open. Her face is tight and strained. She inhales and places her hand against my chest—not a caress, but a slight pressure, pushing me away.

I stop immediately. “Does it hurt?”

She smiles weakly. “A little.”

“I’m hurting you,” I pant, agonized.

Her eyes are wide and shining as she shakes her head, but I know she’s in pain. I see it in her taut muscles, the whiteness of her lips.

I move to pull out .

“Don’t,” she says, voice thick. She lifts her hand to touch my cheek and tightens her legs around me, keeping me lodged within her.

God, I hate that I’m hurting her. Somehow, I thought my love for her would make this moment different. That I would slide inside her and make her world catch fire.

“Keep going, Owen. Please.”

Argument is impossible when she feels so fucking blissful wrapped around me, her breasts brushing my chest with every thrust. She’s so tight. So narrow. It takes some work to thrust more deeply into her. I sink in and out. Sensation engulfs me. I can’t last, no matter how much I want to.

“God, Low,” I grunt, driving harder into her. J≥

My climax rips through me in an instant. I groan, head thrown back as I pour my release inside her.

I open my eyes. It’s over. But it wasn’t pleasurable for her. Pain and disappointment shine in her eyes, although she smiles bravely at me when I gaze down at her .

I’ve had my release, but it wasn’t satisfying. Not in the way I imagined. She didn’t make any sounds of pleasure once I pushed inside her. Her face was tight with pain, not passion.

But I’m not giving up, not until she’s with me all the way. Until I see her face contort with the pleasure I give her. Until she shouts my name as she comes on my cock.

Because Willow is mine, and I’m not letting her go.