The First Time I Saw You

Chapter 11

Claire Dearing knew Owen Grady wasn't really her property, and that their connection was purely sexual, but there was something about watching another woman touching him that triggered a possessive nature in her. Not that he was doing anything with Shirley — the Gyrosphere Mechanic from California — But the Operations Manager had done some research, and now she knew everything the girl's file had to tell. Claire felt like she needed to put a warning out there, let Shirley know that Owen was off limits, and the woman he was sleeping with wasn't planning on sharing him anytime soon.

That night, after a long day at work, Owen and Claire had ended up in the bathtub he had installed in his bungalow. He had her wrapped up in his strong arms, while she rested her back against his chest. Claire had her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side, feeling his lips gently peppering kisses on her skin. She let out a soft moan, her freckled hands traveling across his legs, which were bent up, hugging her hips.

Claire smiled and, tilting her head further back, she brushed her nose against his cheek, her soapy hand reaching around his neck and pulling his head down for a kiss. "I really needed this...thanks." She offered softly. It had been his idea to fix her a bath and help her relax.

"I think I know how you could pay me back..." He murmured, nibbling on her chin before pecking her lips soundly.

"How...?" She moaned feeling his hands moving up her abdomen under the water and gently massaging her breasts.

"By staying over tonight." He smiled, his lips kissing her softly after feeling her pull away a little; she always did that before saying no to something. "C'mon...baby girl~"

Claire sighed and let her eyes fall on his for a moment. He was always asking for her to sleep over whenever they ended in his bungalow late at night. She smiled softly and, nibbling on her lower lip, this time around, she nodded.

"Yeah~" He was so thrilled, it was impossible not to giggle and admit it was kinda cute.

"But no pouting when I leave early tomorrow." She demanded. After all, she'd have to go back to her place to shower and change before work.

"Okay, but next time you can come prepared and bring an overnight bag and stuff."

"Feeling ambitious, aren't we?" She bit on her lower lip before tasting his own. She moaned into his mouth and let out the tip of her tongue to kiss him deeply. "The water is getting cold... How about you do something about that~" She suggested mischievously, feeling his hands running around her thighs.

"I have the perfect solution, baby girl..." He groaned, letting his middle finger slowly push between her folds and slide deep inside her. Claire rolled her hips forward and rested her head back against his shoulder, as his rough long finger gently fucked her.

Owen and Claire only ever used the bathtub for foreplay, so once his finger had made her warm juices drip down her soft walls, they moved to his bed, his sheets quickly getting soaked, since they hadn't even bothered drying off before continuing what they had started in the tub.

They were now recovering from that first round. Owen had kept his arms steady and tight around her, while both their hearts managed to slow down and their lungs were finally able to catch a breath. He pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead, while Claire adjusted under those soaked sheets and let her nose brush against his neck. She started to leave gentle kisses all over it until she found a perfect spot.

Owen rested his head against his pillow, feeling her frame shift against his: her lips were now on a mission. She took some time on that spot, kissing, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned softly in response to each groan he released. It took a few seconds for his skin to start turning red, a little bruise growing on the side of his neck.