What the fuck am I thinking?
I kiss him back, and a low groan comes from the back of his throat as he continues to work me with his fingers. Relaxing me before repeating the previous action. Coating my hole with my wetness, he pulls back and watches again as he slowly enters my tight hole.
“Breathe, relax. I’ve got you, baby.” He closes the distance and kisses me deeply, at the same time, he slowly pushes his finger in deeper.
Its foreign, it’s uncomfortable, it’s taking everything in me to relax, but as the sensation of his finger in my tight space, as his tongue plunges into my mouth, I relax.
And I moan.
Fuck.
I like it.
It feels so…I’m not even sure how to describe it. Heat rushes up into my neck, down my arms, into my stomach as I’m on the edge of being confused and hating it, but he hits something, and it feels like heaven.
“Oh God,” I say on his lips, and he pulls back.
“You have the most amazing flush on your tits.” He buries his head into my breasts and licks a path to my neck, and sucks.
My hips start to undulate against his movement, and I want more. I want more of him.
“Fuck me,” I say, breathless. “Fuck me there.”
“Oh, Cookie, I will. But not tonight.”
“Please. Please, Owen,” I plead, my head dropping back as I start to climb. He repositions himself between my legs and starts feasting on me again, and I can’t handle it.
My legs pull together, and he tuts against my clit before taking it between his teeth and biting gently.
And I’m gone.
It comes out of nowhere.
Pure, undulated ecstasy as a wave of pleasure explodes into every limb, every blood vessel. I scream out his name.
“Yes, baby. Fuck my face. Ride it. Ride the wave.” He pulls his fingers out and starts to rub my clit. “I want one more, Cookie, give it to me.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, and you fucking will.”
He continues to work me, continues to fuck my arse, to lick and suck on my clit, and I fall again. It’s no less powerful, everything is oversensitive.
“Cock. In me,” I say between breaths, and it’s the only invitation he needs.
He’s up on his feet, pulling his trousers down, before spinning me round, pushing me sideways on the sofa, grabbing my hips, pulling me up, and pummelling into me.
I’m trained in mixed martial arts, and the move he just pulled off was a rival to some of my best moves. The man is a menace. He flipped me to how he wanted me like I was a rag doll and weighed nothing.
He glides into me and falls forward, his chest flush against my back.
“This is going to be hard, and fast, and you’re going to be screaming my fucking name.”
“Yes, Mr Politician,” I say, grinning. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as my muscles tense, ready for the onslaught that will be all Owen.
He pulls out, teases in slowly, thenwham. His balls slap against me, his hips piston into my arse, and then he slowly pulls out, teases, andwham.
Just when I’m about to goad him for being a pussy, he lets go.
