Page 85 of Uniquely in Love

“I need more,” I whined, bucking my hips against his mouth.

In response, he pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing back and forth as he continued lapping at me with his tongue.

Shutting my eyes, I focused on the sensation. At how close I was to an orgasm. It had been so long, and my vibrator didn’t compare to Owen’s attention. Not one bit.

He squeezed my thigh, making me look down at him. At his eyes, focused on me as he licked one more time before pulling back. “Eyes open, Daisy. I want you to watch as I make you come.”

I wanted that too. He slid one finger inside of me, groaning as he felt how wet I was, and then another.

And then his lips were back on my clit, sucking and giving me the most delicious pressure as he crooked his fingers inside of me, making me come faster than I ever had before. I let out a low moan as I toppled over the edge, squeezing around Owen’s fingers as I practically saw stars.

After a moment, he pulled his fingers out and brought them up to his lips to suck them clean. I decided right then and there that there was nothing sexier than Owen licking my release off his hand.

Except for the sight of him reaching down, palming his cock, his erection straining through the thin fabric of his boxers. He squeezed lightly as I watched him through lidded eyes, still feeling like I was floating after my orgasm.

“Come here,” I whispered, stretching my arms out towards him.

He didn’t hesitate, crawling over on top of me and pressing his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his back as we kissed, feeling like somehow we still weren’t close enough. Like I neededmore.Raking my nails down his back, I slid them down to his ass, cupping that hockey butt I was quickly growing obsessed with. Any time he wore those slutty running shorts around the apartment or after a workout, I had a hard time taking my eyes off of it. Though I’d never been able to take my eyes off of him.

“Ellie,” he groaned, resting his head in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, baby. I’m trying so hard to hold back. To make this last.”

In response, I slid my hand into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his shaft. “You don’t have to hold back.”

I pumped him slowly, enjoying the look of desperation unravel on his face.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

“I want this inside of me,” I whispered, running my thumb over the crown. “Please. Don’t make me beg.” I fluttered my eyelashes, letting go of him so he could push his boxers off, kicking them off towards the door.

His cock was oozing pre-cum, and I dipped my head down to lick the bead off of his tip.

Owen let out a groan. “Fuck.”

Dragging my tongue down his shaft, I frowned when his hand cupped my chin, tilting my face so our eyes would meet.

“Why do you look like the world is about to end?”

“I don’t… have any condoms.” He sighed.

I sat up, blinking. “You don’t?” It was crazy to me to think that in an apartment of a single professional hockey player, there wasn’t a single box of condoms for the girls I was sure he hooked up with. Then again, he had promised me that there wouldn’t be anyone else while I was living here. I just thought that was out of respect for me, though. “Like, they’re all expired, or…”

He ran his fingers through his hair, looking towards the window. “I’ve never brought a woman back here, Ellie,” he confessed.

“Never?” My eyes grew wide. “But…”

“I…” Owen’s voice was rough. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Since May, when we… hooked up?” He shook his head no. “But…” I froze. “Owen. It’s been…”

“Five years.” He nodded. “I know.”

My eyes widened. “And you haven’t… Younever?”

He leaned forward, cupping the side of my face with his hand. That shaggy dirty blonde hair of his that I loved brushed over his forehead with the movement, and the look on his face was so endearing, I wanted to pull him into my arms and never let go. “I never wanted to. Didn’t want anyone else… Not if they weren’t you.”

“Oh.” My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t expect that from him. Not from a hotshot hockey player, or from an NHL player. Especially not when we were broken up, and I’d broken his heart.

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