Page 67 of Deserving Lara
He belatedly remembered her question. “I love when you’re in charge,” he told her honestly.
“Me too, but…” Her voice trailed off.
Owl’s blood ran cold. She wasn’t happy with their sex life? Had he fucked up somehow? “But what?” he asked, a little harsher than he meant to.
Lara looked up at him. “I’m always on top,” she said.
Owl frowned. He freaking loved watching her bob on his dick. Seeing his cock disappear into her body as she sank down on him. The way her tits bounced as she took him. There wasn’t one thing about her sitting astride him as they made love that hedidn’tlike.
“And?” he prompted.
“I just…I wouldn’t mind if you were on top sometimes.”
Owl stilled. The image that popped into his brain was so carnal, it was taking everything in him to remember to breathe. “I don’t want to bring back bad memories,” he whispered.
“He didn’t…I mean, he liked to straddle me and get off, but you aren’thim, Owl. When I’m with you, I don’t think about him. I trust you, and I know there are times you hold back with me. I want you to enjoy what we do together as much as I do. And when it’s obvious you’re doing everything in your power to be gentle with me, it makes me think that you aren’t getting as much pleasure out of sex as I am.”
Owl was torn between being extremely turned on, and pissed off at himself. He definitely loved everything he and Lara had done together, but he hated that she’d picked up on the fact that he’d been controlling his reactions.
He stood, taking hold of her hand as he did. He pulled her to her feet, then towed her toward the bedroom.
“Owl? Are you upset?”
In response, he gently urged her to sit on the mattress and scoot into the middle. She did so, not taking her gaze from his. When she was lying down, he crawled in and hovered over her.
“I’m not upset,” he told her as he caged her in with his body. “I love that you were strong enough, and brave enough, to make the first move as far as we’re concerned. Everything about you turns me on. Your brain, your kind heart, and especially your body. I’ve never been as satisfied as I’ve been with you in my bed. Watching you take back the control that asshole stole from you has been some of the best experiences in my life.” He hesitated.
“But?” she prompted.
Owl’s lips twitched upward. His Lara was so damn perceptive. “But,” he continued, “if you want to give me some of that control, I’ll gladly take it. On one condition.”
“What?”
“The second you feel any twinge of unease, you tell me. I’m serious, sweetheart. It would kill me if I did anything to make you uncomfortable.”
“Deal.”
Owl’s arm shook as he held himself over the love of his life. His brain was screaming,Do it! Take her!But his heart was urging him to have caution. To go slow.
Lara smiled up at him, and he could see the muscles in her body relax. He was pissed that he hadn’t noticed earlier that she wanted to give up some of the control he’d willingly given. But he’d make it up to her.
Straightening to his knees, Owl ripped his T-shirt over his head. The smile she gave him was enough to make his cock throb. Mentally telling himself to calm the hell down, he lowered himself once more and inched down her body, until he lay between her spread legs. He pulled on her leggings and was relieved when she raised her butt to help him.
As he dealt with her leggings and underwear, she wiggled until she’d taken her shirt off as well. She lay under him completely nude, and Owl once more wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. How this classy, beautiful, passionate woman was all his.
Lowering his head, Owl pushed her legs farther apart, and feasted.
* * *
Lara moaned as she gripped Owl’s head. This wasn’t the first time he’d gone down on her, but he seemed different tonight. Of course he was. She’d given him free rein to take control. And he didn’t hesitate. He ate her out like he was a starving man and she was a four-course meal. He didn’t let up when she squirmed under him. He used his lips, tongue, and even his fingers to bring her to the edge time and time again, but he stopped short of letting her orgasm.
“Owl,” she whined when he lifted his mouth from her clit for what felt like the hundredth time.
“You want something?” he teased.
“Yes! You!” she exclaimed.
Owl practically leapt off the bed, but he was back before Lara could blink. He’d removed his sweatpants and was hovering over her, one hand on his cock, stroking himself, the other pressing against her belly.
