I run my hands up to the back of his neck, hearing my breathing rasping through my throat, faster and faster as my heart finally rages free of the cage of serenity I tried to keep it in. Waves of heat pound through me with my rushing blood,pouring rivers of fire across my skin. I squirm in his arms, harsh gasps bursting from my throat.
Owen makes a small, satisfied sound, bringing his hands back to my shoulders and leaning back to look into my eyes again. Helpless, I stay limp in his hands, staring up at him as sensations in my body collide, leaving me almost shivering with confusion.
Owen leans forward and brushes his lips across mine, savoring me. I part my lips, reaching for him, and he kisses me harder, then pulls away again until I’m chasing him with my mouth, wriggling out of his grip to press my body against his and writhe, grabbing his arms to give me leverage so I can kiss him even more deeply.
Something in him seems to break, and suddenly his arms are clamped tightly around my waist and his hands are squeezing and groping me all over. I feel his teeth in my neck, and a long, low growl echoes from his throat. All my lust immediately turns to fear, and a short, sharp scream tears my throat as I push him away, struggling backwards and almost falling.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and his face is drawn with regret. “I lost control.”
I want to say that it’s okay, but it’s really not, so I just stand there in front of him, almost panting, completely lost for words. Owen tilts his head a little, and there is a hint of fear in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Do you want to stop?”
I almost say yes, I want to, but through the sudden fear, there is heat building, and the fear only seems to make me burn hotter. My body rings with the memory of the last orgasm he gave me, and I know I want more.
Am I brave enough to take it?
Hands trembling, I reach up and grab the straps of my dress, slowly drawing them down my arms until the dress drops around my waist, hanging from my hips, leaving my top half bare. Owen watches, his eyes slowly widening until my breasts come into view, and then his gaze is fixed and steady.
I reach for him, wanting to take a step forward, but also knowing my weak knees won’t allow that. Instead, I just beckon with my hands and try to smile.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper. My voice seems too loud in the quiet room, and Owen almost jumps towards me when he hears my words. His arms go around my waist as he buries his face between my breasts and picks me up, carrying me to the couch and almost dropping me in his eagerness to get to my body.
He pins me with one hand, using the other to squeeze and grope at my breasts as he caresses my nipples with his lips and tongue. A splinter of uncertainty pierces my thoughts, making me struggle a little, and when he holds me down even more tightly, the fear overtakes the lust. I struggle again, kicking wildly.
Owen raises his head, loosening his grip slightly as he looks down on me. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I can’t answer immediately because I honestly don’t know. My thoughts spin and drift, overcome by the raging desire building inside me. I reach out and grab his hand, guiding him down my thigh until I feel his fingers through my soaking wet panties.
“Keep going,” I say, my voice unsteady but clear. “Don’t stop.”
Owen’s face breaks into a ferocious, predatory grin. His hand plunges into my pussy, shoving aside my panties to tease my clit and slick, lower lips, and his mouth immediately returns to my breasts.
What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?
Owen’s teeth close on my nipple as his other hand strokes through my slick folds to tease at the opening, and I thrust my hips towards him, grabbing the back of his head, urging him to devour my breasts.
I don’t know… and I don’t care.
Chapter 13 - Owen
So much for this being clinical and cold.
The only thing I can feel is heat. Trina’s lips and tongue are like fire against mine, and her breasts almost singe my mouth as I devour her nipples. Between her legs, a furnace rages, and the more I tease her with my fingers, the hotter she burns.
She gasps and struggles under me, but I just pin her with my left hand, running my tongue across her breasts and sucking on her nipples as I slide my fingers into her, slowly pumping back and forth. Even though she struggles and I feel her hands gripping my shoulders as if she wants to push me away, her hips thrust against my hand in time with every stroke.
I have to taste her.
The thick, floral scent of her is so strong, I can barely think, as if freshly cut petals from dozens of sweet flowers are drifting around my face. With every breath, I get more intoxicated, my body wresting full control from my mind.
Growling with frustration, I slip back a little, putting my hands on her thighs and pushing her skirt up. Trina writhes under me, opening her legs, and I tear off her panties, hurling them out of my way.
I savor the sight of her spread out before me, her arms above her head, beautiful breasts bare and heaving up and down, legs spread wide, and her dress tangled around her waist. Her eyelids flutter, and before she can look up at me, I lower my head and sink my mouth into her pussy.
Trina gasps, bucking underneath me. I groan with pleasure as I taste her sweet juices and feel the heat of her,sliding my tongue downwards and exploring every slick fold. I take my time, holding her thighs apart as I sink lower.
When I lick all the way down to her slit and tease the edges of her entrance with long, slow flicks of my tongue, Trina writhes under me, murmuring under her breath as goosebumps flare across her skin. I dig my fingers into her thighs, pushing her knees even further apart and groaning in ecstasy as I devour her, deeper and deeper, until her hips start to jerk up and down.
