Midnight Lessons (Midnight Falls, Texas)

8. Willow

Chapter 8

Willow

Owen rolls off me, and I lie on my back, staring at the moonlight dancing across the ceiling. My body cools. I rest my wrist on my forehead, trying to ignore the sense of disappointment.

I guess I hoped for more than pain. More pleasure. The kind of pleasure I’ve given myself so many nights thinking of Owen.

Is the ecstasy two people find in one another a lie? Isn’t it supposed to be magical, as stupid and na?ve as that sounds? Maybe we’re not compatible that way.

Another wave of regret and frustration pulses through me. We showed so much promise, but something wasn’t right between us. Was it him? Was it me? Or do we simply not work together?

“You’re very quiet,” he says, lying beside me, also staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m tired,” I answer. Shit, how do I voice my doubts? Neither of us has any experience. It could get better… in time.

But it was good at first when he kissed me and touched me intimately. But it was cut short, replaced by discomfort and awkwardness.

Owen rises, nude, from the bed, heading for the adjoining bathroom. I allow myself the simple pleasure of watching him in the glow of the moonlight peeking through the blinds. His body is firm and strong, with thick muscles. His thighs and ass are taut and solid. Crisp hair curls lightly over his wide chest, trailing lower, down his belly in a fine line until it reaches the thatch of dark curls surrounding his flaccid cock.

My mouth flattens into a line as I try to suppress my feelings of being let down. We need more time, that’s all. Time to discover each other. What we want. What we like. What works. What doesn’t .

Owen seems quiet and preoccupied as he returns from the bathroom with a washcloth, his brow furrowed.

I reach for the cloth when he moves to clean between my legs. “I can do that.”

“Let me,” he murmurs.

I lie back and widen my legs, shyness skittering through me—though there’s no need. He’s seen me now, knows my body. Is there any mystery left?

I half expect his movements to be brisk and businesslike. Instead, he’s slow and gentle, caressing me with the damp cloth in careful swipes. I sigh and close my eyes. This is… pleasant. More than pleasant. Warmth creeps along my veins with each touch of the cloth to my sore pussy, both outside and in.

“I wanted it to be good for you,” Owen says quietly. He exhales. “Didn’t quite work out the way I’d planned.” The cloth stills and he clears his throat. “I made a fucking mess of it,” he says with biting self-recrimination. “I hurt you.”

“Maybe that’s to be expected the first time.”

His eyes gleam with self-directed anger as he drops the cloth and resettles beside me on the bed. “What if I hurt you again?”

I cup his face, relishing the sensation of his soft beard against my palm. “You won’t. I… I don’t think we did it right,” I blurt.

His gaze slides away. “I’m so sorry, Low. I wish I were better at it.”

Should I lie and say it was everything I ever wanted? “We were both virgins. We’ll get better at it.”

“I’ve wanted you in so many ways for so long,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. His cheeks darken. “I want to try again.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Let me give you more.”

I’m sore and tired, but the need and urgency in him lights a new flame inside me. “What would you like?” My voice is low, husky.

His gaze meets mine. “Everything.”

Owen lowers his head and kisses me sweetly. Hotly. I respond, my nerve endings sparking. Tension weaves through me as his kiss becomes bolder, more confident. I slide my tongue along his, relishing his warmth, his taste.

Breaking the kiss, I take a deep breath and relax into the mattress, my arms at my sides, my legs parted. “Can I… show you?”

“Show me?”

My cheeks heat. “You know. Show you what I would do on my own.”

His cock twitches at my words, becoming semi-hard. He clears his throat, a smile pulling at his mouth. “I don’t have anything else planned for the evening.”

I let out a little laugh, relaxing, remembering that this is Owen. My Owen. This is us. We’ve already overcome so much. We can work through anything.

My hand creeps between my thighs. “It starts here.”

He frowns. “I started there.”

“A little higher. ”

Sitting up, he focuses on my fingers as they move on my clit. He nudges my knees wider so he can see what I’m doing. “Fuck, you’re pretty down here. Deep pink and glistening. I can smell your arousal leaking from you. God, Low, keep doing that.”

My strokes are light and swift. My breath catches once and then evens out. Owen does the same as if he’s experiencing this with me.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks huskily.

I meet his eyes. “The first time you kissed me when I was seventeen. It was my first kiss. Now, I wonder if it was yours too. Our teeth clashed, and our noses smooshed together, but it was still perfect because it was with you.”

My fingers quicken against my slick bud. “That night, I went home and thought of you while I did this. And I came so hard, calling out your name.”

“Funny,” Owen says hoarsely, his eyes glittering as he watches my fingers. “I did the same.”

I lick my lips as I lower my gaze to his cock. He came inside me not long ago. He shouldn’t be capable for a good long while. But he’s hard for me again, a pearl of pre-cum coating the tip.

“I thought about you a lot at night when I touched myself,” I admit.

Owen groans. “It was the same for me. My right hand had your name branded on it. All I had to do was touch my cock and think of you…”

My breath comes faster at his admission. I never dreamed I’d be so bold as to pleasure myself in front of Owen. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not—I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been.

My eyelids flutter. “I need more. Will you help me?”

He pulls back to look at me, and cool air strokes over my heated flesh. He stares, drinking me in like I’m his first sunrise.

“How?” he croaks, his gaze returning to my pussy.

“Touch me.” I curve my hand around my breast. “Here.”

Owen leans in and cups my breast, supporting the weight in his big palm. His lips find my nipple, gently licking, sucking. I cradle him to me, arching upward. Oh, God, yes. There…there’s the pleasure I crave.

I let out a little moan. “More. Harder.”

He gently bites my nipple, causing my core to clench. His hands are curious now, exploring my body with a thoroughness that steals my breath. He touches me everywhere—my arms, my neck, my breasts, stroking my nipples to needy points. The pleasure spreads and builds with each caress, echoing between my legs in warm pulses.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please. Just like that.”

His hand covers mine on my pussy. I was moist when he entered me earlier, but now I’m wildly slick. Slick and glorious. My fingers move faster, harder, while his play alongside them.

“You were right. It was my first kiss too,” Owen mutters, his eyes on mine. “And I came so fucking hard that night, jacking off to images of you on your knees, wrapping these pink lips around my cock.”

The erotic image sends me over the edge, and I come with a fevered cry, my body shuddering with waves of pleasure as I moan his name .

I barely have time to recover before Owen is spreading my legs wider and pressing inside me. This time, he sinks into my depths with one solid thrust of his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Feels different this time, Low. You’re so wet. Your cunt is gripping my cock so tight.” He presses my hand against my pussy again, his voice hoarse as he says, “Don’t stop. Keep doing that.”

My hips rise to meet his as my fingers slide over my clit, the base of his cock an added stimulation. Pleasure ebbs and flows as he plunges into me. My first orgasm was only a prelude to my second as it thunders through me, a scalding hot release of pure lust that has my inner walls clamping down on him.

“Can’t… get… enough of you,” Owen pants, pounding into me again and again.

Each thrust is better than the last, building to yet another crescendo that washes over me in fierce waves. It’s almost painful, this pleasure. Messy and slippery and so damned right .

Owen comes with a guttural groan, his eyes burning into mine as he spills inside me. “So good. God, so good.”

I can’t help but agree after our first time. I try to tell him as much, but my mouth isn’t working properly, so all that comes out is, “Um-hmm-mmm.”

Owen rolls onto his back and pulls me close, his chuckle rumbling against my ear. “Did we do it right that time?”

I snuggle against him. “Oh, yes,” I say dreamily. “Very right.”