Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) (37 page)

There is another clap of thunder, and suddenly…he’s gone from me.

“What the?” I whimper, irritated by the loss of his warmth and his almost painful possession.

He lies beside me, urging me to face away from him on my side. He cradles my back, forming his body to fit mine. Taking one hand, he lifts my knee back and over his thigh while his lips and tongue caress my neck and my shoulder. When my leg is positioned where he wants it, he uses his hand to guide himself into me from behind. The angle is just... Oh God. I groan loudly as he slides himself in, no hesitation, slick and deep.

He picks up a punishing rhythm from behind me as he starts to fuck me in earnest. He whispers sexy, dirty things in my ear, and I almost come. There is nothing in this world that can get me off faster than Owen talking dirty to me.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. You were made for me,” he grunts as he moves deeper inside me once again.

His teeth latch on to my earlobe and tug lightly, eliciting a guttural moan from me. His hand trails around my thigh and finds my clit before he starts rubbing the sensitive nub in small, tight circles. Then I grind my ass against his plunging cock.

“Get there, baby,” he growls, his voice raspy. “Let me feel you. I need it. I need you.”

My head falls back, exposing my neck to him. Quickly taking advantage, he runs the flat of his tongue from that sensitive dip at the base of my neck all the way up until he’s suckling underneath my ear. It makes me shiver...and my shiver makes his flawless rhythm falter. I can feel him starting to pulse, ready to come. My whole body is tingling, and goose bumps have risen all over my body. Another loud clap of thunder sounds, muffling our moans, which are growing louder by the second.

But I’m having a hard time letting go. My head is too full, and as much as I’m trying to empty it and just...let go...I can’t. It’s frustrating.

“I can’t… I can’t…” I say, breathless, on the verge but unable to throw myself off that cliff into oblivion.

He stops moving, staying buried deep inside me. Even his fingers are still. He cups my sex and remains stock-still, his cock pulsing inside me. I know he’s ready to explode, and I feel a tinge of guilt at not being able to come for him.

“What do you need from me, baby? Talk to me.” His voice is gravelly, panting, and filled with need.

I know he wants me to come first. It’s generally his mission to get me to come first. The intensity of this moment overwhelms me and is punctuated when another flash of light followed by an immediate clap of thunder rattles the windows. The storm is right above us.

Tears start to form in my eyes at the frustration my body feels because it’s unable to let go and the frustration my heart feels because it’s not letting him in. Everything is honest for Owen and me in bed. This is where we say what we can’t say, we communicate with our bodies, sometimes without a word said the entire time we make love. Clearly, my heart and mind are saying something. I think it might be guilt—guilt that I didn’t tell him the truth from the beginning, guilt that I hurt him, guilt that I placed him in the same category as Jay. A category he has no business being in.

“I need to see you,” I blurt, my subconscious taking over. I need his eyes. I need to see his face. I need to know we’re okay.

“Okay, Liv... Okay. I’ll make it better.” He makes a sound of anguish as he disengages from me. The combination of holding back his orgasm and pulling out of me shortly thereafter must be agonizing torture for him.

Owen stands from the bed and softly pads to the living room. His absence from the bed leaves me feeling bereft, and I curl up into a ball as I watch him go. Seconds later he returns into the room, holding two large pillar candles. Moving slowly so as not to disrupt the flames, he places them on the nightstand close to our bed. As he climbs back into the bed I uncoil myself and lie back, allowing him to cover my body once again. Then he nestles between my thighs, his hand pushing away the hair that is stuck to my sweat-streaked face, and our eyes finally lock. Tears fill mine – tears of frustration.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t cry. It’s okay. We don’t need to finish if you don’t want to,” he coos as he strokes my face, tracing the curve of my jaw with his index finger.

Smiling the best I can, I want to make some gesture to reassure him, but I don’t trust my voice right now. So instead, I move my hands up his arms to his neck, lowering him until our lips are just a hairsbreadth away from each other. We stay like this for a moment, me breathing his air, him breathing mine. I whisper, “Yes”, and bring him the last little bit down until our lips meet.

Our kiss is slow and deep, tears flooding my eyes again. What would I ever do if I lost him? It’s this thought that fills my head, taking me away from this moment that is keeping me from being able to drop my defenses enough to orgasm. I need it to go away. I need to empty my head.

I relax my legs and start to rub against his still hard length, which is nestled just against my slit. I rub...rub...rub...feeling myself growing wetter and more aroused. He’s twitching, his cock jumping, and I hear him hiss. He starts to kiss down my neck as I continue. I turn his head so his ear is against my mouth.

“Make it go away, Owen. Make everything cluttering my mind go away. I just want to be filled with you and me and this.”

Wordlessly, he kisses me. It is soft, loving, unhurried, all along the tops of my breasts, working his tongue over my hard nipple. He flicks the bud before moving to the other nipple, sucking on it hard. Slipping a finger along the length of my wet seam, he lets out a groan. Then, scooting farther down my body, he leisurely kisses my belly and pays special attention to my lower abdomen. He moves farther still, his fingers spreading my folds wide as his tongue licks there. I cry out as he laps at me before taking my clit in his mouth, sucking, and rubbing it with his tongue, priming me again.

With my legs trembling from the sensation, he works at me with his magic tongue. He makes long passes with it, sliding it inside me, teasing me, then French kissing my pussy. It’s unreal, surreal. I can feel wetness trickling down the crack of my ass. I’m wet, he’s drooling, and it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I grab his hair and pull hard as his tongue finds my clit again, sucking intensely. He grunts but doesn’t stop.

His hands start to slide up my thighs, rubbing, massaging, and then moving up farther until they’re both covering my lower belly. He rubs slow circles with both his palms over my stomach, caressing it reverently, his mouth still going. It tugs at my heart. We’re doing what we know created this life inside me. We are connected everywhere.

“Ahhhh, Owen…” I whisper. My hands continue to rub his hair and his licks start to slow and rise.

He kisses up until he’s over the same spot on my belly he was just caressing with his hands before he nuzzles there murmuring something I can’t make out again. He stays there for so long that I almost wonder if he has forgotten about me—until he starts to crawl back up my body. When he is eye to eye with me again, he stares at me with a softness in his eyes I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head and just keeps staring. A bright shock of light flashes outside followed by a tremendous boom. Owen rears back and slides into me to the hilt, his eyes growing wide. We are connected beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. The words I have to describe how I feel about him are inadequate. He stays embedded in me, my body becoming accustomed to him once again until my hands reach down my sides, grasping his hips, encouraging him to move. Straightening his arms on either side of my head as he slowly starts to raise and lower himself into me, his eyes never leave mine. This is what I needed, and I feel like I have more than just his eyes. I have his soul. After a few deep strokes, he lowers his body to mine, enveloping me with his full weight, his hips thrusting in and dragging him back out. He buries his face in my neck, alternating kissing and love bites as he grinds into me.

“Mine,” he groans out again and again, louder and louder over the roar of the thunder.

The weight of his body on me is not uncomfortable. I don’t find it difficult to breathe. It’s damn necessary. Every time he fills me, I huff out a breath, the fullness excruciatingly pleasurable. He stays inside me fully, moving his hips in circles but not pulling out. It elicits a mewl I can’t control from my mouth.

“I love you…so much,” I say in a breath.

He groans back, his head tilting to look at me while he continues to slowly move in and out of me. We lock eyes.

I place my hands on his shoulders and push so he leans up. I keep pushing until he starts to roll over, understanding what I’m trying to do. We roll together, not losing our connection. When I am finally astride him, I adjust my position so he is comfortably seated in me. I move myself back a bit and take his hands to pull him so he’s sitting up. Then we are nose to nose.

I lean back to prop myself on my hands so I can move my legs and wrap them around his waist. Balancing himself, he slides his hands over my thighs and around to my backside. I offer him my breasts to him, in this position, for his viewing pleasure. At this angle, when I look down between us, I can see where we are joined,
and
for the first time, I can see a slight swell in my belly. I can’t turn away.

I don’t know if he’s watching where he is inside me or if he’s seeing what I’m seeing, but we are both completely mesmerized. I look back up at him but can’t see his eyes because they are still fixed downward. With my balance on my hands, I start to move—back and forth, up and down. He lifts his head and gives me a knowing yet naughty smile.

“You’re so sexy. Jesus. You drive me crazy…” he groans as he continues to watch me grind against him.

He grabs one of my breasts and squeezes it in his large hands before rolling a taut nipple between his fingers. The gesture gains my attention and I bite my lower lip. Then he places a hand on the mattress behind him to support himself as he starts to thrust up into me, meeting my gyrating hips. As he trails a finger down from my breast to where we are connected, he rubs my clit causing my mouth to fall open and my head to drop back.

“That’s it, baby. Yes…” he hisses.

My body quickly responds to the tight circles he makes on my sensitive nub, and tremors start to radiate out from where his finger sits. I continue to move as he rubs me in just the right spots both inside and out.

“There… Just there…”

The words slither out of my mouth, my voice husky and sensual. I feel like I have come back. I knew that seeing him would calm my mind, and it did. I knew that seeing him would let me know that we were okay. And I knew that it would free my body to allow itself to enjoy him.

“Don’t stop, Owen… Please…oh please don’t stop that.”

His groan is his response—along with the increased pressure on my clit. My head falls back, my hair cascading down my back, and the brushing of the strands sends shivers through me. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is affected by my words. Gradually I start to quiver against him, my breathing erratic. My body is preparing for the orgasm that is so very close.

The thunder explodes above us just as I do. I throw my hands around Owen’s neck, pulling him tight as I ride out the wave of my orgasm. He grabs a handful of my hair as he erupts inside me. He growls my name as he continues to thrust into me, my muscles clenching and milking the remains of his release.

Slowly we begin to come down from our climax, continuing to hold each other, neither of us moving. His fingers lightly tickle my back as he buries his face into my neck.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

I pull my head from his neck, albeit reluctantly. We look into each other’s eyes, my fingers pushing the hair off his forehead. Our bodies are still at the mercy of our lovemaking, his sweating and breathing harshly, mine periodically twitching as it comes down. The thunder has not let up outside and the rain pelts the windows. It’s such an intimate setting in here.

I stroke his cheek. “I love you too.”

We continue to look into each other’s eyes as I find my words.

“You understand, don’t you, Owen? Why? Why I waited? I know it was wrong. I didn’t think it through. My fear froze me, and that wasn’t okay. But it wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell you. It was that I wanted to tell you so badly. Does that make sense?”

His eyes lift to mine, their gaze soft and caring. “What I do know is I love you, and yes, I understand.”

He lays us back, slipping out of me. Then, so very gently, he pulls me to him, cradling me against his body and stroking my hair until we both fall asleep.