Savage.
He’s pushed me onto the sofa and is already pulling down my underwear that I had only just pulled on moments before.
His head is between my legs as his tongue runs up my inner thigh to my waiting pussy that is already embarrassingly wet.
But I’m not embarrassed, not in the slightest. I grab Owen’s head and pull it between my legs—not that he needs the encouragement. His tongue is already pushing between my folds, feasting on me like he’s a man starved.
Or possessed.
I arch into him, pleasure unfolding from between my legs working its way through my body, making me hot and needy.
“I fucking love this cunt,” he says as he pulls back and looks up at me. His lips coated in all things me; his eyes lust-filled.
“This is mine,” he says, slapping it, sending a jolt of pain between the pleasure. “If I remember correctly, you did something to me last night.” His eyes darken, if that’s even possible, and I smirk. I don’t move my eyes away from his, even as he pushes a finger followed by another deep into my pussy, and angles them perfectly.
Fuck me.
My eyes roll back into my head, as he chuckles.
“Such a greedy little cunt.”
“Your mouth,” I mutter between moans. He leans in and nibbles my clit.
“Oh fuck.”
I’m gone.
“Do that again.”
“No,” he says, slapping my pussy again, and I moan. He pulls his fingers from inside me and walks them towards my arsehole.
“Now you know I enjoyed this last night, and I’m not going to lie, Luce, I’ve been having some filthy thoughts today. Will you like it? How tight will it feel? How loud will you scream?” He runs his fingers that are coated in me around my puckered hole, dives back into my pussy to get more, then returns to my arse.
He’s kneeling on the floor, my legs on either side, I am completely laid bare to him, all the while he sits in his grey joggers, giving me his full attention.
“Would you love my fingers diving into your tight bud?” He slips one finger in, and the invasion, its foreign, tight. I’ve done a lot of things, I’ve explored many things, anal though, never done it for me. Maybe it was because of James, and that he’s taken it from me.
But now.
As Owen pushes his finger past the tension, and whispersrelaxto me, I try to. Because I want to wash away the past of James having this. I want to enjoy it as much as Owen did.
I want to give him this.
“I’ve never—not since.”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” His eyes flash.
I lean up onto my elbows. His eyes are glaring into mine, his finger holding still in my tight hole. “Wash it away, take the bad and replace it with us.” I whisper.
“You’re sure?”
I nod. “I’m sure.”
“At any point you need me to stop, you tell me. Or put me on my arse.”
I grin, and he leans up on his knees and kisses me. It’s slower. His tongue plays with mine as he pulls his finger out from my arse and pushes it back into my pussy.
Will I get thrush?
