“As nice as it looks on you, I’m gonna need you to take it off.”
I don’t move, awaiting his instruction.
“Every stitch of material off your body, I plan on worshiping every inch of you. Fold your clothes nicely and put your things in the top drawer of the dresser, where they’ll stay until you leave this villa. Understood?”
“So bossy.”
“Understood?” he repeats sternly.
“Understood, boss man.”
Damn, I love this side of him. There is no other man on planet earth I would allow to talk to me this way. Especially during sex.
Owen is different.
He’s taken the time to educate himself about my sexual desires. He does this for me, not for himself.
The first time I asked him to tell me what to do, it shook him. Always the gentleman, it took him some time to figure out howbossyI needed him to be. Truth be told, I didn’t really know what I needed. It was new for me too, but I craved something with him that no other man had given me and I trusted Owen to give it to me. Still do. Now I don’t have to ask for what I want. He anticipates my every need and desire, even though it’s been a year since we were last together.
I feel him watching me, sending anticipatory chills racing over my skin. My stomach flips as I fold my dress, bra, and panties and place them in the top dresser drawer as Owen instructed. By the time I face him, my arousal is practically dripping down my thighs. Instinct tells me to press them together to quell the needy ache between them, but hopefully, Owen will take care of that ache soon enough.
He’s standing in the middle of the room naked as the day he was born. A Greek statue come to life, only he’s a lot more impressive than Michelangelo and his friends, if you know what I mean.
Everything about the man is big and beautiful. From his oversized personality to his broad shoulders, muscular pecs, and the six-pack just above the magical V leading to his more than ample and very pretty penis. Don’t even get me started on his thick thighs and rock-hard ass. But his face is the true heartstopper with his chiseled jawline, full lips, ridiculous dimples, and piercing blue eyes.
He is breathtaking.
He beckons me to him with his forefinger. I pad across the room to meet him in front of the bed. His large hands engulf my face, his eyes softening before he presses his lips to mine. His breath is minty fresh as his tongue traces my top lip, but the kiss is slow. Gentle. He pulls his mouth from mine. Tracing my lower lip with his thumb, he searches my eyes, penetrating deeper into my soul than anyone ever has.
Realistically, I know this is fantastic sex and nothing more, but I swear there are times, like right now, when he looks at me and everything changes. My heart beats erratically. My stomach flips, and I shake from the inside out. It feels like our souls are reaching out to each other, and nothing and no one else matters.
But just like every time before, the voice in my head reminds me this is all I’m good for. Stolen moments.
He doesn’t have to verbalize that he feels the same pull I do. He tells me in the tender way he looks at me. As though he would cherish me if I only gave him the chance. So, I take control of the moment by breaking the spell and getting us back to what we do best.
Placing my hands on his chest, I chase the drop of water sliding between his pecs with my tongue. “Where would you like me, Officer?”
When I bat my lashes and look up at him, the softness in his gaze flickers with a playfulness that says I’ve asked for it now.My stomach somersaults all over itself impatiently waiting for more.
Instead of giving me an order he crashes his mouth into mine. His tongue lashes out, not asking for permission as the kiss becomes frantic and messy. Our bodies press together, his thick erection against my belly a promise of what’s to come.
I whimper when he ends the kiss.
His breath tickles my face when he speaks. “Get on the bed, baby. Prop yourself up against the headboard and open those legs for me. I’m starving.”
That’s all he needs to say. I scurry on all fours over the bed until my back is against the pillows and the headboard. My chest rises and falls as I watch him with bated breath. He takes his time joining me, but once he’s on his knees in front of me, his cock fully erect and glistening with pre-cum, I lose my breath altogether seeing he’s just as excited as I am.
His eyes leisurely trail over my body spread out on display for him. He takes me in as though he’s seeing me for the first time. His tongue wets his lips as he stares at my pussy.
When his gaze finds mine, he asks, “Do you know how damn perfect you are?”
I shake my head slowly.
“How ‘bout I show you?”
His hands grip my knees, pushing them open wider, then he slides those rough hands of his down my thighs as he settles on his stomach between my legs. Palming my ass cheeks, he positions me closer to his face. His sapphire eyes sweep up to capture my gaze as he purses his lips and blows on my clit. When I squirm, his grip on my ass tightens, but his stare doesn’t leave mine as he nibbles on my inner thighs. His licks and sucks tease their way around my bundle of nerves, torturing me. But with his eyes on me I keep my composure.
When the tip of his tongue circles my clit, my abdominals tighten and my core throbs with need. Owen starts slow, giving me what I desire but sparingly, still watching me. I bite my lower lip as I moan, grinding against his face, needing more.
