He patted my hair back and kissed my neck, deep, wonderful kisses, until I let out a quiet, “Right there…”
He was still for a fraction of a second before moving me closer to him. I didn’t mind at all that he had that power over my body. He pressed his lips to my neck, his hand travelling from one breast down to my waist and back again.
“Tell me what you want…” Owen spoke into my skin. “Anything you want.”
“I want… I want…” He nipped my throat and I thought I would tap out immediately. I pushed myself up and turned to face him, running my hands over his thighs. His eyes flickered to the left and he moved my hands upwards. I rubbed his chest, moving closer into his lap with every movement. Watching him move up close was unreal, like being next to a wild animal.
“I want you under me.” I kissed both hollows under his jaw. He nodded, grabbing me under my thighs and leaning back against the headboard. We sat face to face, breathing each other’s air. With my blouse lost somewhere, Owen squeezed my breasts, watching them puff up and down over my bra, sometimes kissing them and the space between them. It was like they were mesmerizing him. Owen kept playing with them until he dragged his thumbs under my bra, across my bare nipples. My hips bucked forward, grazing something stiff.
“You like that?” He murmured against my chest. I nodded, in a trance. Owen flicked the little points over and over until he got the reaction he was looking for; a high moan and my hands bunching his shirt between my fingers until I took it off for him. I reached behind my back and struggled to unhook my bra, tossing it under the bed. I edged down his thighs until I could curl my legs around his waist. We were plastered together, the air in the room growing hotter. I looped one arm under his arm for stability and slipped my other hand under my skirt. I could feel Owen’s erection against my knuckles, and he moaned, pulling me closer with his hand in my hair. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock, thick and solid.
“Can we turn on the radio?” I asked, wanting to disguise how hard I was breathing. Owen twisted around to the radio and kept turning the dial as I watched his hand pump up and down on his shaft. I moved towards it without thinking and just barely touched it to my lips. It was smooth and hot, twitchy against my skin. I couldn’t have put it in my mouth if it weren’t. Owen’s hands wrapped around my head, his fingers tangling in my hair and muttered things to me while stroking my face, “Deeper, tighter… softer, oh, *god*.” I did everything he told me until I could feel him throbbing hard on my tongue. With a regretful groan, he pulled himself away.
“I’ll do you,” With a hand on my back and my stomach, he leaned me back until all my weight was on my shoulder blades and my legs were open for him. Never looking away, he pulled off my skirt and dipped his head down, his nose and lips trailing down my skin until he reached my pussy. I felt something hot and wet sliding up, irresistibly deeper and higher until it felt like I could feel every ridge on his tongue. I put his hands between my thighs and let him take control while a country singer twanged away. I was slippery down there, I could feel Owen’s fingers, his tongue, gliding in and out and over. He kept going, fighting through my moans, pinching my fingers between his teeth, tempering his pleasure with guttural sighs until I confessed those three magic words, “I’m gonna cum!”
“Hold on,” Owen got rid of his boxers and slipped under me so that I was straddling him again. He reached into his abandoned jean pocket and pulled out a condom package, ripping it open with his teeth, staring me in the eye the whole time. I let my mouth wander over his flushed cheeks, my legs jerking in time with the southern drawling. He fitted himself against me and slid inside me. Raw strings in my stomach were raked until I pitched against Owen’s chest, my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Please, please,” I said into his shoulder as he rolled his hips against me. He was damp, clutching my waist as he started bouncing me on his thighs. I rubbed myself, closing my eyes so I could chase the feeling, every thrust bringing me closer to a heavenly end.
“I want to hear you,” Owen’s hands dug into me, holding me harder. “I’m so close, let me hear you.” I wrapped my hand around my throat and eased the muscles in my stomach so that everything on the planet was a ripple and my shrieks of bliss mixed with the fresh groans he pushed into my chest. I was suspended, trembling as I climbed off my lover and back under the covers. It was too hot to spoon so, after Owen cleaned himself up, we switched on the TV and I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. My eyes could hardly stay open. I didn’t care if Owen left me there and then. I was in paradise.
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