Midnight Lessons (Midnight Falls, Texas)

10. Owen

Chapter 10

Owen

I brush my lips over Willow’s gently, sweetly. As if this is our first kiss. She trembles, opening for me, our tongues caressing. I press her body closer to mine, feeling her warmth, her softness.

Gripping my shoulders tightly, Willow deepens the kiss. I thread my fingers in her hair as I tilt her head back as our tongues twine. This is what I crave. This woman.

“I need you,” she breathes into my mouth. “Now.”

I hold her wrist when she moves toward the button of my jeans. “Wanna take my time with you tonight, Low. We have all night. There’s no hurry, love. ”

Threading my fingers with hers, I lead her to the bed. I grip the bottom of my shirt and draw it over my head, then reach a hand toward her.

With the moonlight behind her, gilding her fiery hair and outlining the lush curves of her body, she looks mythic, like some flame-haired goddess offering promises of eternal passion and pleasure. Promises I intend to fulfill. But she’s flesh and blood and bone, a real woman— my woman. And that makes her allure all the more potent.

Willow kicks off her sneakers and tugs her T-shirt over her head, unfastening her bra and tossing both aside. She crosses to me, weaving our hands together, palm to palm, as she faces me. Her breasts brush my chest, and she shivers at the contact.

“I missed you when I left,” I murmur as I nuzzle her neck. “So damned much.”

“I missed us,” she whispers, tipping her head back to give me better access to her smooth skin. “So much, I ached.”

“Nothing was right without you.” My mouth sears a fiery trail along her shoulder. I nip at her collarbone, dipping my tongue into the hollow of her throat.

“And now?” she asks breathlessly.

“Now…” I bite her earlobe. “I can’t think. Only want you. Want to feel you. To taste you.”

I cup her breasts, stroking them, teasing them to points, growling in appreciation as she moans softly. I caress her body, learning it through touch. This is Willow. My Low. The only woman I’ve ever loved.

“You’re so beautiful,” I breathe.

“For you,” she murmurs as I unfasten her jeans and slide them down her legs along with her panties. “Only for you.”

My lips fasten around a hard nipple, drawing on it, licking. Willow cries out, her hands weaving through my hair to press me closer as I lick and suck. I give the same attention to her other nipple until she’s bucking her hips against mine.

“I want you inside me,” she gasps.

“Not yet.” I’m not rushing this. Not tonight. I want her begging for my cock before I slide inside her .

I urge her backward until she’s spread on the bed like the finest banquet, waiting for me to dine on every inch of her. Willow arches her back slightly, tempting me, her pull on me as irrevocable as the moon on the tide.

Making quick work of my jeans and boxers, I stand naked at the foot of the bed, letting her look her fill. My cock is harder than I can ever remember, curving toward my stomach, my balls throbbing beneath.

I prowl toward her, setting my knee on the mattress between her legs. Leaning forward, I press my lips to the valley of her breasts, then twirl my tongue around her nipple as my hand drifts down her belly, settling on her mound. Her wetness slicks my fingers as I probe and learn. I find her clit unerringly and circle it. My self-assurance grows as she moans in response, showing me what she wants with her body.

Kissing and licking my way down to her soft belly, I breathe against her damp flesh. “I want to… Let me…”

She doesn’t ask me what I want, simply lifting onto her elbows to watch, amazed and deeply aroused. Holding her gaze, I spread her thighs wider. Then I lower my mouth to her glistening cunt.

Willow moans and arches her back at the first touch of my tongue between her slick folds. Softly, purposefully, I lick and taste. I discover her. My tongue swirls around her bud, and I gently take it between my lips, drawing lightly on the sensitive flesh. I drive her deliberately toward madness with each stroke sweep.

She cries out, then once more as I dip my tongue into her entrance with slick intent.

I growl against her folds, and she collapses backward on the bed. I trace her with my tongue, lick deeply, wetly. Stroke upon stroke as I swirl around her clit. I sink a finger into her, sucking on her pearl at the same time. Gone is the uncertain lover, giving way to a man of primal hunger and demand—a man who knows precisely how to give her what she needs.

My finger strokes in and out, matching time with the suction of her clit between my lips. I curve my finger slightly, pressing against a sensitive, full spot deep within her.

“Oh, god. Owen…”

Willow splinters into a million shards of pleasure. Her climax was a wild thing, unstoppable. A cry breaks from her lips, hard and unrestrained, as she bows up, clawing at the bedsheets.

But I’m not done with her. Not until I wring out another orgasm. And another. I’m unyielding.

Finally, I relent and climb up her body, kissing her skin as I ascend. When I stretch out beside her, I smile down at her with a proud look.

“I may not be experienced,” I murmur, brushing her hair away from her damp forehead, “but I think you enjoyed that.”

She laughs, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks rosy. “You’re a quick learner, but overconfidence is dangerous, my darling.”

My darling.

The endearment warms me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Not in bed, apparently.” I grin, grabbing her hand and pressing my lips to her fingertips.

She glances down as my hard cock nudges her thigh. “Only one of us is satisfied.”

I blush, despite the fact that I was licking and sucking on her sex moments before. “I was worried you were too sore.”

“Not sore,” she says, drawing me down for a kiss. “But I ache because I’m empty.”

I don’t ask if she’s sure because, fuck, I need her. In a swift movement, I’m on top of her, settling between her legs.

“Can we…” She swallows, and now it’s her turn to blush. “Can I be on top? I want to be in control of your pleasure.”

“Fuck, yes,” I grit, rolling onto my back so she can straddle me.

“I like this,” she murmurs, eyeing him splayed beneath her, awaiting her command, her desire.

“You’re not alone,” I answer hoarsely. My throat works as my gaze moves over her hair, her breasts, then down to her sex pressed against mine. I grip her hips .

Willow moves back and forth, allowing my cock to slide between her slick folds. She’s in complete control as she guides me precisely where she wants me—at her entrance, against her clit, teasing the pucker of her asshole. Pleasure builds with each stroke and swivel. She stares down at me, her eyes hazy, mine heavy-lidded as I watch her.

“Yes,” I growl. “Take what you want.”

She does. She rubs and glides. And when I lightly pinch her nipple, she gasps and stiffens above me.

Finally, Willow moves, sinking down on my cock with one swift, sure plunge, seating me deep inside her. She tenses for a second as if easing past a tremor of discomfort before she smiles in pure wonder.

“Oh, this position is so good,” she huffs, positioning me precisely where she wants me. “Does it feel good for you?” she asks uncertainly, conscious of my pleasure as well as her own.

“Nothing has ever felt so fucking good, Low,” I grunt, raising my hips to meet hers, my thick cock inside her, filling her. “As fast and hard as you want, love,” I groan. “Take us there. Make us come.”

“Oh, God! I…” Willow’s orgasm takes her by surprise as she bows forward and moans in release.

With a few more strokes, I follow her, growling her name as I empty inside her. It’s a long, endless, too-brief moment, leaving me sated and spent as she splays on top of me, panting.

The only light in the room comes from soft moonlight streaming through the window. I have no desire to leave the bed, Willow wrapped in my arms, glowing with the pleasure we made together.

Willow laughs throatily as I nuzzle her neck, my lips seeking. “Again?”

We made love once more—this time, I took her from behind, with her on her hands and knees. Like animals. It was fucking incredible .

“Again and again,” I murmur. “Always. Forever.” My hand trails over her breast, stroking her flesh. Her nipple rises, roused by my touch, but she looks like I’ve drained her of any strength.

“I want more.” She yawns. “After a little rest.”

I make a note: If she yawns in my arms afterward, I’ve done a good job. Feels fucking amazing to wear out my woman.

“I’ll allow you a little rest.” Too much passion exists between us, too much wanting to let more time pass before we love each other again. “You’ve created a rampaging sex monster, Low.”

She smiles, then, hesitantly asks, “Where did you learn to do those things? With your mouth?”

Heat hits my cheeks. I clear my throat. “I, uh, read a couple of books.”

She tips her head back to look at me. “Books?”

“One was an erotic novel.”

“You’re kidding?” Willow covers her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Give me a second.” Disentangling myself from her softness, I climb out of bed. I grab my phone from my discarded jeans and return to her.

“The first one was more like a gardening book. Kept talking about petals unfurling and hidden buds. So I tried another,” I say, opening the phone to the reading app.

“‘The Cowboy and his Purple Anaconda. What happens when this possessive rancher meets his match in a lusty maiden? Will she finally be the one to tame the snake in his pants?’” Willow reads aloud before dissolving into fits of laughter. “Oh, my god, I’m dying!” She’s wide awake now as she falls back on the bed, holding her ribs as tears roll down her cheeks.

“What?” I ask with a huge grin, spreading my hands wide. “The title leaves a little to be desired but there are some good tips in here. I mean, I may have improvised a bit, but?—”

“Stop, stop!” Willow wheezes, her face red with laughter.

“—I can’t wait to try page sixty-nine when you’ve got your energy back,” I finish.

Willow’s laughter pauses. “What’s on page sixty-nine?”

I grin wickedly. “Let me show you.”