Owen
She finishes cleaning the blood off of my face, as I hold her waist. After she is done cleaning my last cut on the side of my face, I throw everything away. I walk out of the room to change out of my jeans and into my gray sweatpants. I walk back into the bathroom and she is still on the counter.
I grab her waist and lightly sit her back onto the floor. She shivers. My hands must be cold. I immediately take my hands off of her and grab my hoodie from off the shower door. I take her phone out of her hands and sit it on the sink. She lifts her arms in an attempt to stop me but it's too late and I'm already slipping the big hoodie over her slim, 5'1 frame.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just talking to Vivian."
"Oh okay, what's she up to"
"She's just leaving. She has a test tomorrow. When I'm done here I'm going to get an uber back to my apartment."
"Who says you're leaving?"
"Who says I'm staying?"
"I do."
I get closer to her. Until our faces are mere inches apart. She gasps as her back is pressed into the cabinet door. I press my hand to her back where the cabinet is digging into her. She leans into me resting her head on my shoulder as I kiss my way down her neck.
"I have to go." She whispers.
"Wait, don't go. We can stop. Let's just watch a movie."
"It's not that, I'm just drunk and so are you. I don't want you to regret it. That's all."
"I won't regret it. Will you regret it?"
"No."
I move my hands to cup her face. Leaning down to kiss her. It's slow at first, hesitant. But then she moves her arms around my neck. She picks up pace and I lift her up making sure to hold her ass so that she doesn't fall. She pulls away first, gasping for air. I use my foot to kick the bathroom door open and then to close it back. I carry her over to the door, locking it and turning off the lights.
*****
Sophia
He is carrying me around the room, my legs wrapped around his torso. He drops me on his bed, crawling up my body. Occasionally leaving small trails of kisses. He makes his way up to my neck. Leaving more heated tingles along the way.
"Are you okay with this?" He whispers in my ear.
"Yes." I say out of breath.
He trails his hands down my sides and over my curves. He stops above the bottom of my stomach, looking up at me. I nod, knowing what he is asking. Before I know it I'm arching off of the bed. Grasping the sheets in my hand. Owens sucks and pulls my clit into his mouth. I grasp his hair as I moan. The knot in my stomach tightens. Right as he plunges his tongue into me it releases. What felt like an eternity for me was only 10 minutes for him. He comes up to my mouth kissing me. My taste lingering on his tongue.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." I say out of breath.
I'm more than okay. I feel amazing. I didn't realize how stressed I had been until it all vanished. Coming down from my high I realize what just happened. I just got pleasured by a hockey player. Owen is laying down next to me staring at the ceiling. I hope he doesn't regret what he just did.
"Do you need anything?"
"No, I just need to regain my consciousness." I say out of breath.
Listening to his calm and steady breaths helps calm me down. Owen reaches into his desk next to the bed, pulling out a condom.
"Are you up to it?"
I laugh and climb over his chest to straddle him. Then I start to think about what that entails.
"No."
He sits up abruptly making me tumble from his chest to the floor.
"Okay."
He stands up and walks towards his clothes.
Owen must really respect boundaries because after I said no he immediately left me alone. Which hurt but I did say no. I'm just not ready to have sex with him. I want to get to know him better, maybe go on a date or two first.
*****
I'm arguing with myself if I want to leave and make this a one night stand or if I actually like Owen. He had ran downstairs to get something after getting dressed. I decided if he hadn't come back up in ten minutes I was leaving.
*****
He never came. I started to get dressed when my phone buzzed.
970-811-9564:
Sophia, it's been awhile. I miss you dear, come home and see me.
Sophia:
Who are you?
970-811-9564:
Sophia, how could you forget your own mother!
Sohpia:
Well good thing you are not her then.
I couldn't believe that someone would play a joke like this. My breathing picks up. Oh god it's happening again. The panic sets in quicker than I had thought. Falling to the ground I clutched my knees to my chest.
It'll be over soon. I thought to myself.
"Hey, hey. Soph are you okay?"
I can't hear him. He sounds distorted. He's shaking me.
"I'm sorry." He says as he kisses me. It's slow at first but then it picks up. He only releases me when I need to breathe. He picks me up and sits me on the bed. Turning around to grab something from his closet.
"Here, lift up your arms." He says as he holds out a jersey of his.
Holding up my arms he slips it over my head.
I can't speak!
I can't feel...
I don't know how long we've been sitting here. It's been quite awhile, I know that. He's been holding me since he walked in.
What is that?
Oh.
I'm crying.
How long have I been crying for? It can't be that long, right? He would have noticed.
I can't take it anymore. My eyes are heavy. Maybe I should just give in. I get up and notice he is asleep. I head over to the door and leave. I get an Uber back to the apartment and crash as soon as I walk into my room.
YOU ARE READING
Vanilla ice
Romancesophia is working on getting a better life for her and her brothers. she never thought she would find someone who intrigured as much as owen clark did. he was what she needed all along. like a invisable line drawing them to each other. read about ow...
