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.