Midnight Lessons (Midnight Falls, Texas)

14. Willow

Chapter 14

Willow

Owen is on me the second I close my apartment door. All the heated looks and promising touches in the car on the way home have both of us burning hotter than my bakery ovens.

He backs me up against the door, his eyes heavy with lust. “Fuck, I need you, Low. Need inside my woman.”

“Need you too,” I whimper, grinding my hips against his. “So much.”

I kiss him with the intensity of a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Land and sea colliding, and he’s my safe harbor .

I’m thrilled when he kisses me back. But thrilled doesn’t even begin to capture it. It’s too ordinary. I’m euphoric. Over the moon. Like every problem in the world has vanished, everything is perfect as long as we’re connected.

He parts my lips, our tongues moving together in perfect rhythm. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation—just a familiarity that feels like we’ve shared this moment a thousand times. I surrender to it completely, letting instinct guide me.

Not for long, though, as Owen is determined to take control. He releases his hold on me and cups my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. It’s as if I’m drowning, yet I have no desire to come up for air. I finally remember to breathe when he pulls back to trail soft love bites along my neck.

“Your hand okay?”

“What hand?” I mumble, drunk on his kisses. On him.

He chuckles. “We’ll ice it.”

“Later,” I moan, tugging his T-shirt free of his jeans .

His fingers locate the zipper of my jacket, moving with a deliberate gentleness as if he’s afraid of damaging it. When it finally slides down, I shrug it off quickly, my shirt following close behind. That’s when he pauses, stepping back slightly to take in the sight of me.

My pussy clenches at the heated desire in his eyes.

There’s the look that unravels me.

The longing. The desire. The lust. The love .

“Fuck, Low,” he groans, rubbing his fingertips over his bottom lip. “What the hell have you done to me?”

My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

My body is desperate for Owen. It’s not a want but a need at this point. My heart agrees.

I fling myself at him. He must anticipate it because he’s quick to catch me. I lock my ankles around his waist and kiss him. It’s desperate and messy, our lips so wet our mouths can barely stay together for more than a few seconds. He sucks on my bottom lip to keep his mouth in place as he carries me to the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed.

Owen grins, lifting and positioning me so I’m straddling him. His stiff cock presses into me even through our jeans—layers of fabric that dare to keep us apart.

Something needs to be done about that.

I fumble with his belt, and he’s more than happy to help me out. He shimmies himself out of his jeans and his boxers. His cock is long and thick, making my mouth and my pussy water.

Spreading my thighs apart, he slowly slips two fingers inside me. His thick digits move expertly, having learned all my secrets, and I moan as heat blazes through my bloodstream. His steady rhythm sparks something deep inside me, and I close my eyes, allowing the intensity of the moment to consume me.

I arch my back before wrapping my fingers around his hard length. The slickness of the precum at the tip sends an electric thrill through me.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groans, nibbling my ear .

Guiding his fingers out of me, I suck them into my mouth, licking them clean.

His eyes narrow into two burning slits. “Up on your knees,” he instructs, then, “Good girl,” as I do as he commands.

My pussy tingles at his praise. I love this dominant side of him. He helps me out of my jeans and makes quick work of my panties before guiding me back to straddle his hips.

Our eyes find each other, and everything else fades into the background. I lose myself in his eyes, swimming in the love I see those ocean-blue depths.

“Spread your pussy lips around my cock, but don’t put me inside you,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. “I want you to rub your clit against my cock.”

Oh, fuck, that’s hot.

“Is this another scene from The Cowboy and his Purple Anaconda?” I ask breathlessly, rocking back and forth on the head of his cock.

“Page forty-eight,” he groans .

He relaxes onto the mattress, and closes his eyes, his hands behind his head as he revels in the pleasure. And I have to admit, I enjoy being the source of that pleasure. It stirs something inside, something I never knew existed. A primal instinct.

Leaning down, I kiss him again. Another jolt of electricity zips through me as the tip of his shaft bumps my clit.

His lips part, and I flick my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss with every sway of my hips. He groans into my mouth, digging his fingers into my thighs.

“Fuckkkk,” he grunts. “So good.”

“Yeah?” I ask, sliding off. “What about this?”

His eyes pop open and widen when he sees my mouth hovering over his hard cock.

I stroke it a couple of times to warm him up, not that he needs it. He’s more potent than I’ve ever seen him. I drag the tip of my tongue from the base all the way to the head.

Owen shudders. “God fucking dammit,” he moans. “Don’t be shy, Low. Take it all in your mouth. I know you want to.”

He’s right. I do. I’ll suck his cock until my jaw locks. That’s how much I want to please him. The hard part is taking it all in my mouth because he’s so big. But I’m not one to give up easily.

Closing my lips around the end, I bob my head. Down and up. Down and up. I find my rhythm, and it’s not long before my saliva mixes with his pre-cum, my lips gliding with ease. His hands tangle in my hair, squeezing a handful and pressing my head down until I gag.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “Just feels so good.”

I stop, not because I gagged, but because I need him inside me. Climbing back on top, I position his cock between my legs, and he sucks in a deep breath. But I don’t put it in, not yet. A smirk curls the corner of my mouth, knowing he’s as helpless for me as I am for him.

“I want you to know something,” I say breathlessly. “I love you, Owen. I’m not sure if now is the best time to say it considering I’m holding your cock in my hand, and I’m about to slide you inside me.” I pause, and he huffs a small laugh. “But I do.”

“Love you, Low. Even more than I love fucking you. Now get me inside that tight little cunt.”

Oh, god. I love it when he talks dirty.

I tilt my head back and moan as I lower onto him. The sensation is pleasure and pain, perfectly mixed. I fear he might split me in half at any moment, but it feels so damn good.

It takes me a few pumps to get used to his size, but once I’m nice and wet, I bounce up and down while he grips my hips, holding me in place.

His hands snake up my torso, unclasping my bra as I ride him hard, and my breasts spring free. He massages them, making me tremble with delight as he circles my nipples with his thumbs. My heart hammers against my ribs, my breath emerging in ragged pants as my orgasm builds.

Owen must sense I’m close because he pounds into me harder and faster than before.

“You’re so tight,” he moans. “Your pussy is clenching my cock. Fuck, it’s gonna make me come.”

“So come,” I breathe, riding him like my life depends on it. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

Slipping a hand between my thighs, I rub my clit with the tips of my fingers to help push me over the edge. I want us to come together. If I time it right…

“Oh, god! Owen!” I shout his name as my climax thunders through me like an avalanche roaring down a mountain.

He lets out a hoarse groan as my body surges, and with one final thrust, he stills inside me, holding me tight. Our connection is indescribable. Unearthly. Like our souls unite, and no force can tear us apart.

Once he’s emptied every last drop inside me, he eases me off him. I rest my head on the pillow as he disappears into the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth.

I lie there as he cleans me up, my chest rising and falling as I take deep breaths to regulate my racing heart. I don’t think it’ll ever beat at a regular pace when I’m with Owen. It hasn’t since our first kiss when I was seventeen and he put me under a love spell.

He curls up beside me, yanking the blankets up over our naked bodies before cradling me in his arms. His eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a tired but contented sigh.

“I love you,” he whispers into the darkness.

It’s so quiet I almost miss it. But those three words seep into my soul.

“Love you, O.”

He smiles like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

I smile too because this love? It’s boundless. Infinite. And everlasting.