(Warning: Explicitly mature content ahead)
His eyes fell on her body as if replacing the towel as he tucked her pajamas behind his back. A look of absolute awe shimmered on his face at the sight of her, which Claire found amusing.
"Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" She reminded him with a bat of her lashes.
"I stand corrected." He said dumbly. Claire narrowed her eyes confusedly. "I mean, there's a little more I haven't seen before." He gripped her hips firmly to illustrate the sentiment, his eyes glancing toward her chest. "That's new."
There was a pause as Claire tried to find a good way to respond. Part of her knew it was a probably a compliment, but the other part wasn't so sure. That same other part of her that made her want to live exclusively on quinoa, kale and water in the first place. She bit her lip coyly.
"I like," He said with a wink before he kissed her again.
"What's that look?" He asked her once they pulled away.
"What look?" Claire said, trying to keep a little composure despite the obvious flush of her skin and shallowness in her breathing.
"Y'know… that one." He said, brushing a finger beneath her chin.
"I guess I'm just a little surprised… I mean, the reason I went on all those diets in the first place was…" She crinkled her nose and shrugged. "I'm just surprised you like it is all."
"Oh, I really like it," Owen chuckled, nodding for emphasis. "Not to say I wasn't totally with it before, but like…" He looked her up and down again and gave her a low, hungry grunt. "You know I love it when you're not so…" He hung on the word, looking for the right one to say next.
"Controlled?" She finished for him, leaning in closer, pressing against him as she slowly snuck her hand behind his back toward her pajamas.
"Yeah."
"I like control," she said, her fingers finding the cotton while his hands made their way under her thighs.
"I could tell." He said it like a challenge, something in his expression mischievous. Claire only had time for a split-second of confusion before he suddenly picked her up and threw her down on the bed. "Come on, Dearing, you gotta do better than that."
Pajamas clutched in her fist, Claire held them up triumphantly. "Looks like the joke's on you." She looped her arms behind his neck, pulling him in so close he could feel her breathe as their skin brushed, the air hot and electric between them. "Who's got to do better now?"
Their eyes locked on one another, every second felt like an eternity. Owen, supporting himself on one elbow, slowly traced his other hand from her hip, up her waist, and over her ribs, a shudder shimmering through her body and parting her lips to draw a gentle gasp. He relaxed down onto her slightly more, his body pressing against hers as his hand continued its path upwards, his lips now brushing just next to hers.
"Still you," He said as in one sudden, swift moment, his lips collided with hers, and his hand pinned her wrists above her head. Claire, although surprised, couldn't be more relieved to have him kissing her like this, the singeing in her chest beginning to burn into a flutter. Her legs pulled themselves up and around his hips as he pressed himself closer still, his mouth now leaving sensual kisses just under her jawbone. He moved downwards, onto her neck and towards her chest. Once he hit the dip just above her collarbone, Claire felt another shimmer, this time rolling her hips and letting out a moan before she could help it.
"Where's that control now?" He said as she looked back at him, breathing heavily and pinned so eagerly vulnerable beneath him. Her skin flushed bright pink, both from arousal, and consequently, embarrassment. She did nothing but bite her lip in response. He smirked. She hated that he knew her like this.
"God dammit, Claire," He growled, out of breath. "You're gonna be the death of me."
He released her wrists, and she pulled him right back in, kissing him like she'd suffocate if she didn't. Owen had no trouble reciprocating, now slipping his tongue over her bottom lip, just as desperate for her as she was for him. Claire touched him feverishly, relishing the warmth of his skin against her palms as he dove back into her neck, his lips making her tremble with anticipation. When he bit down on a spot just below her jawbone, she dug her nails into his back and pulled the towel off of his waist with her legs. Kicking the towel the rest of the way off.
He slipped his hand into her underwear and between her legs, toying with her further. Her breathing was erratic as he slowly transitioned from palming her to sliding his fingers inside her. She moaned again, squirming in his hand as he pulsed his fingers with one hand and started peeling her underwear off with the other. She helped him, taking them the rest of the way down herself before he lowered himself between her legs, still moving his fingers inside her as he started placing kisses on her hip, moving slowly, torturously down toward the inside of her thigh. She sputtered, back arching in delicious anguish, feeling his fingers inside her, his mouth, his breath, so maddeningly close to her. He brushed his mouth up her thigh. Slowly... Slowly... So very slowly...
Just when Claire thought she couldn't handle it any longer, Owen pressed his tongue into her, making her eyelashes flutter and her jaw hinge open. With a tender flick of his tongue and pulse of his lips, he'd flipped something in Claire, igniting a side of her that very few people had ever even conceptualized. She was gasping for air, and grasping at the sheets around her, growing dangerously close to completely losing it. As he upped the intensity, she involuntarily matched him, now rolling her hips into the feeling, grabbing at the sheets more aggressively. With a few more flicks of his tongue against her, she was really beginning to break, tensing up around his fingers and tugging at his hair just before she-
He pulled himself away.
"Fuck," He chuckled, out of breath as he looked down at her, now stroking himself. She couldn't help staring; She was incredibly attracted to him. "Damn, you get me going." He said, now rubbing against her, teasing.
"I want you," She said, urgency clinging to her words. He gave her a mischievous look as if asking for more. "I need you." She begged.
At that, he stopped his teasing and pressed himself into her. At the point he'd brought her to, that was all she needed.
"Fuck!" She gasped at the feeling of him. "Owen!-"
He felt her tighten around him, bucking her hips as he thrust into her, looking her in the eyes as she came.
"Jesus, Claire." It'd been so long they'd been this close, this intimate together. Just two short days ago, neither of them would've never guessed this would be happening. But here they were, sharing each other in a way they'd both been starving for. She knotted her hands in his hair, tugging gently in a way that made him both tense and weaken at the same time. She was so full of him, she could feel him tremble as he rolled his hips into her, his breath hot in her ear and his hands firm on her body. He kept up a rhythm that was somehow both satisfied her and gave her a dire craving for more.
"Oh my god-" Claire couldn't help screaming now, feeling him sliding into her, deeper and deeper every time. "Owen-" She couldn't even breathe now without crying out. He kissed her hard, and then replaced his lips with his hand, quieting her.
"You know I love that, but we don't want to wake anyone," He said. It wasn't technically a lie; He didn't want to wake anyone, but he also just liked to watch her out of her usual woman-in-charge element. Although counterintuitive, she moaned into his palm in response, needing more of him every second. And he was eager to oblige, quivering with restraint, trying not to lose all control himself. With one last whimper from Claire, Owen had to slow down or he was going to explode. Somehow, it was even harder to control himself as he rolled into her slowly. Once he slid all the way in, he had to almost stop completely, feeling her responding to the throbbing inside of her. As excruciatingly slow as Owen was taking it, Claire needed him, almost involuntarily grinding her hips into him, begging him for more. She moved her hips in just the right way, and Owen twitched inside her. Gasping, she dug her nails into his back. That's what pushed him over the line.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum-" He said, rescinding his hand from her mouth and pulling out, white beginning to dribble from the tip of his cock. Claire grabbed his hips and looked into his eyes.
"Inside me," She begged, her voice dripping in desire. Not about to argue, Owen finally released, slamming hungrily into her with a depth and intensity that pulled her instantly back up to that same level. Claire bit down on her lip even harder trying to keep her voice down, but as she felt him cumming inside her, she just couldn't stop herself anymore.
"Oh!" She cried out in unbearable pleasure, gripping at him desperately. "Owen!-"
"Ohfuck-" He growled into her neck, grabbing a satisfying handful of her hips as he spilled into her, warm and passionate, pushing himself as deep as he could, his length twitching as it filled her up. They continued to grind against each other, still writhing in the feeling before exhaustion began to creep in like a little knock to remind them both that they'd been far too active for far too long.
Claire propped herself up as Owen pulled out, spilling himself over her thighs and onto the bedsheets. She swallowed, breathless and quenched. She shook her head slightly, awed by the man still resting between her legs.
"Holy shit," She exhaled, unable to say anything else. Also out of breath, he chuckled in response, laying down beside her.
"Bet you do that to all the girls," She half-joked.
"Honestly only... twice, I think in the last few years." She rolled onto her side, and he placed his arm over her, finally getting to hold her like this for the first time in years. "Neither time held a candle to you."
"And I'm sure you told them that too, right?"
"I'm serious, babe." He kissed her tenderly and slipped a lock of hair off of her neck. "And now? With this..."
"Stop talking about my butt."
"I'm not just talking about your butt!"
"And my tits," She added.
"Alright, you caught me." They both laughed quietly, softly. "All jokes aside. I really missed you. And I'm really glad I get to be with you tonight."
"Okay, I admit. Me too." He could feel her roll her eyes without even seeing her face. She heaved a short little sigh. "And if this is what it gets me, I'm also glad I've been a little more laid back lately."
