Chapter 3: The right impression…

Owen knew he had condoms somewhere in his dop kit. He wanted to get one now so if he needed it (God he hoped he needed) he didn't have to interrupt the moment. He had asked her to close her eyes for two reasons – one he just wanted to see if she would do it to gage if he really was in charge (doubtful), and two, he wanted to put the condom on the nightstand in a place that he could get to it easily but that she couldn't see it. She was showing no signs of backing down from what seemed to be about to happen, but he didn't want to assume she was ready to jump into bed with him. Maybe she really did just want to make out and take things slow, which was also fine with him.

He flipped off the light in the bathroom and returned to the dimly lit bigger room. Before the movie, he had adjusted the lighting, so there was only a single lamp on in the corner of the room, so it wasn't too bright. He had turned the TV off when they had gotten up to move from the couch to the bed. As he looked up and his eyes adjusted from being in the brightly lit bathroom, there was Claire in the same spot he'd left her, but she was now completely naked, her clothes in a pile beside her on the floor and her eyes were wide open. Not to mention, she had a sneaky grin plastered across her face. Owen stopped in his tracks and stared. What a truly remarkable woman. Her pale skin, her perfect body – it was even better than he had imagined. He swallowed hard trying to regain his composure. Before he could formulate anything coherent to say, she broke the silence.

"So I figure that you were just in there hunting a condom and had some elaborate plan to hide it just in case you had the wrong impression. Am I right?"

"Man, she can read me like a book," he thought to himself. He still couldn't speak as he looked at her beautiful and naked body. So instead he just shook his head truthfully yes and held up the condom to show her she was right.

"That's what I thought," she said now starting to walk toward him. "So let me set the record straight that you do have the right impression. I appreciate that you were willing to make sure sleeping with you is what I had in mind, so you can rest assured that's exactly what I expected to happen when I came here tonight, and it's exactly what I want to happen. That's what you want to, right?" she asked.

Owen still couldn't get out any words, so he again shook his head yes.

"Good," she said coming closer with every step. "So how about you take your clothes off and take me to bed."

Owen finally found his words. "I thought I was in charge here?" he asked clearing his throat still effected by her.

"We can take turns being in charge," Claire responded and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. He raised his arms to allow her to take it off. "God, he's hot," she thought to herself as she dropped it on the floor. She took the condom from his hand and placed it on the nightstand. She then reached for the hem of his athletic shorts and pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles. He had shed his tennis shoes and socks long ago, so with two steps, he was now naked as well.

"Now what, boss lady?" Owen asked playfully as they stood within inches of each other not touching yet.

"You're back in charge now, Mr. Grady," she said into his ear rising on her tiptoes and stepping close enough to him that he could feel her chest pressing up against him.

"Good," Owen said before capturing her lips in a kiss.

Owen wrapped his arms around her waist as she did the same around his neck. He walked her back towards the bed, and when her knees hit the back he gently lowered her down onto the bed scooting her towards the pillows and hovering over top of her. He kissed her some more then started letting his kisses roam to other parts of her body. His mouth ran down her neck towards her chest. As his warms lips closed over her breasts, she moaned loudly and ran her hands through his hair. "God, Owen," she breathed heavily as he worked his way further down her body planting kisses across her stomach until his head was finally between her legs. Owen skillfully used his mouth and tongue to slowly drive Claire over the edge as she moaned his name over and over. As she came back to reality from the mind-blowing orgasm he produced, she felt like she might melt into the bed.

As Owen came back up to lie beside her, he stroked her cheek, grinned widely and asked, "Relaxed?"

She lazily opened her eyes and said, "Yes, Mr. Grady. I give your skills an A plus."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," he said teasing. "You are not an easy woman to please." Then, he smiled and kissed her forehead gently. "You're so beautiful," he said now seriously nuzzling the side of her neck. She let Owen continue to dote on her for another five or ten minutes as she continued to come back to reality.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been turned on again, she was desperate for Owen – desperate to have him inside her. She began to kiss him passionately and rolled him over onto his back climbing over him. "

Your turn to be in charge?" he asked between kisses.

"Yep," she answered smiling. They made out for a few more minutes, until Claire felt Owen's rock hard erection pushing into her hip. She was more than ready too. She straddled him and smiled as she reached over to grab the condom from the nighstand. She tore open the package and slid down his legs far enough to roll it on. He watched her in awe – powerless against her. Then, she locked eyes with him and gently rose up and lowered herself onto him. They both groaned loudly at the much-desired contact. He reached for her hands and intertwined their fingers as she gently rocked against him. It felt so good he could barely keep it together, so he just tried to focus on watching her, and oh did he love watching her. Her eyes were now closed and her head slightly back. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and at that moment, he knew that he'd never let her go. When she slightly picked up the pace, he rose up to meet her so they were now in a sitting position. They stayed like that for a while arms wrapped around each other, mouths everywhere, until she purred into his ear. "You can take over if you want."

Owen smiled and promptly flipped them so she was pinned beneath him. They fit together perfectly – like they were made for each other. As they rocked against each other, the intensity finally became too much, and Claire once again fell over the edge. Owen followed quickly saying her name in her ear. As they breathing slowed, he rolled off of her but pulled her close to him. "I'd say we deserved that," he said smugly smiling and kissing her again.

"Absolutely," Claire echoed.

"You're one amazing woman, you know that," he said brushing her hair out of her face. She leaned into his warm hand.

"Ditto," she said playfully and pulled him down into another kiss. They lie together chatting and giggling for a while longer until Claire yawned.

"Sleepy?" he asked gently. She looked into his eyes and teasingly said.

"It's your fault. You wore me out." He laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go to sleep then," Owen said. It wasn't even a question as to whether she would spend the night. He got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and retrieved his boxers from the floor on the way back. Claire did the same; expect she slipped on just her underwear and the t-shirt he had been wearing when she emerged from the restroom. It was at least three sizes to big for her.

"You'd better turn off that light quickly before I ravage you again," he said at the site of her. She looked so hot in his shirt. Claire just giggled, flipped off the lamp, and crawled into bed beside him.

She snuggled up next to him resting her head on his chest. "Thank you," she said tracing his chest with her finger.

"No, thank you," he responded playfully as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

"No, I mean it," she said now lifting up slightly so she could look into his eyes. "As you've probably figured out I have a hard time allowing myself any down time. You helped me realize that I needed to relax for my own sanity. You are taking good care of me."

"You are so welcome," Owen responded smiling. "Gotta take care of my girl." With that, she leaned down and gave him one final toe-curling good night kiss slipping her tongue into his mouth.

"You'd better stop, or I'm not going to let you sleep," he said playfully against her lips. She giggled then rested her head against him again, and they both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.