Accepting Owen (Emilia's Perspective)

Chapter Thirteen

Owen squeezed my hand as the plane started to take off. He had never flown before, and he was terrified. I'd been flying my entire life on vacations with my mom, so I wasn't even nervous. We were headed for Florida, where we'd stay in a hotel for a night before getting on the cruise ship for five days.

"You're okay," I whispered to him as the plane leveled out. "We're at cruising altitude now. It's easy from here."

He had his eyes closed, slowly taking breaths. "Thank you," he whispered back.

"Are you going to be this nervous on the ship?"

He finally met my gaze. "I've never been on one before so I'd say it's probably a safe bet I will be."

"I hope we don't get sea sick."

"I've never been out of the tristate. This is going to be so amazing." He smiled at me as he seemed to relax.

"Really? I've never been to the Carribean, but I've been to lots of places with my mom. Italy, the middle east, some Asian countries. It's definitely going to be fun going with you."

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The Tampa air was hot and sticky as we walked into our hotel room. It was just after ten in the evening when we checked in. I yawned as I parked my suitcase beside the mini-fridge.

"I'm going to take a shower and try to get the smell of the airplane off me," Owen said.

"Okay. I'll probably be asleep when you get out. Flying wears me out."

After all the time we'd spent cramped up with other people, when his hands touched my face I felt like he made the rest of the world disappeared. He kissed me deeply, and I knew we both had been waiting for it all day long.

I pushed his shirt up and helped him pull it over his head. His hand went to the back of my neck as he walked with me until my back hit the wall. He tilted my jaw up with his fingers so he could kiss my neck, as my head rolled to the other side.

"Mmm," he mumbled. "You know exactly what I want." His hands slipped up my shirt, and he rubbed my arms as he pushed them above my head to take my shirt off.

My heart raced as his fingers twisted up with mine and he pressed my hands into the wall, kissing across my shoulder. I felt like he was completely in control of my body and I was just a puppet he had in strings. I couldn't wait to see what he would ask my body for next. My body responded automatically to his silent requests.

He stepped away from me and I stepped closer, trying to close the sudden distance. He turned me so my belly was against the wall as he worked to unfasten my bra. The cold from the wall made me tense up, but then he pressed his warm body against my back. The feeling of his burning hot flesh against mine made me gasp.

I arched my back against him and he gripped my hips, holding me against him. One of his arms slipped around my hips, while the other hand grasped at my breast. I sucked air through my teeth, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

His lips trailed down my neck, and pulled my shorts and panties down with one hand, keeping the other on my chest. His hand slipped between my legs, teasing at the spot where I could feel my pulse beating. I put my hands up on the wall, pushing my butt towards him as I tried to escape the overwhelming sensation he was causing.

His arm slipped to my waist, holding me in place as I squirmed.

I groaned as I surrendered to the heat flooding my body from his touch.

"You okay?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I breathed, making fists against the wall. I was grinding against him, feeling his erection pressing against my ass.

He turned me around and guided my hands to the button on his jeans. He out his hands on the wall beside my ears, and I fiddled with the button as I stared at the tattoos on his chest. His skin looked so smooth and soft- I needed to feel it against my lips. I leaned forward and placed sloppy kisses across his chest, as I got the button and zipper of his jeans undone.

When I looked back up at him, he had the most devious look on his face. It made my stomach flip in excitement. His hand gripped under my jaw and pushed my head back into the wall as he kissed my lips roughly. He released my jaw to pull on the back of my legs until they wrapped around his waist.

"Put your hands on my shoulders and lift yourself up," he told me.

I did as he instructed, and he reached between my legs to pull his rigid member through the hole in his boxers and position it against me. I slowly lowered myself onto him as he pulled his hand away. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure ricocheted through my body.

He held onto my hips as he rocked into me, and when I wrapped my arms around his neck, he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

I covered my mouth with one of my hands to try to stifle the moans, worried that anyone in the hallway behind our wall would hear me.

He pulled my back from the wall, carrying me to the bed and laying me down right at the edge so he could still stand between my legs. He coaxed my hands up above my head, pinning them down to the bed. "Don't make yourself quiet. I want to hear you."

I whimpered as he quickened the movement of his hips, but my hips bucked to meet him, thrust for thrust. Shaky moans slipped from my mouth. My legs were still looped around his hips, holding him to me.

"You're holding back from me," he said gruffly, before licking his fingers and using them to rub my clit. "Don't."

I whined loudly. He was taking over my body with every movement of his hips. I cried out loudly as I climaxed, trying to free my hands from his grasp so I could hold onto something.

"Yes, baby. Show me. Does that feel good?" he asked as he continued to speed up.

I groaned in response.

"Answer me," he ordered.

I bared my teeth to him, meeting his hot stare. "Yes," I hissed.

"Fuck," he grumbled, looking down as he started to lose control.

I slipped one of my wrists out of his hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling his body down against me. "Don't, don't," I begged when he slowed right before I was about to orgasm.

"I'm not ready to be done with you yet," he complained. He was teasing me in the worst way and my hips circled, trying to increase the pleasure in my body. "Just one more," he whispered. "Just give me a second. You feel so fucking good."

It was torture and I was moaning at the feeling of deprivation when he started to speed up again, turning my moans into shouts. "Please," I begged, squeezing him to my chest.

He groaned loudly in my ear. When I started to dig my nails into his back, it must have sent him over the edge as we spiraled together into grumbles that gradually faded.

~ sorry this one took so long. I'm cleaning like crazy. Im going to try to get another chapter done tonight because I'm going to be busy all day tomorrow. ~