“Owen, I'm going to come if you keep doing that,” she gasped.
He repeated the action while filling her with a finger. He curled his finger inward, feeling for her sweet spot, and hummed while circling her clit with his tongue. In moments, she spasmed around his finger, trying to milk him. Her thighs tightened around him, the pressure enough to choke a man.
He grabbed hold of her legs and gently pried them away.
“While dying between your legs is a hell of a way to go, I'm not done with you yet, Birdie.”
Owen stood up and towered over her, splayed obscenely on the desk. He was almost tempted to grab his phone and take a picture, wanting to preserve the satisfied flush on her face and languid body in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Ava pushed up to her hands, a lazy smile on her face. “I've missed your talented tongue. Nobody could ever do it quite like you.”
Owen glared at her. “Not the time to bring up any other men, Birdie.”
Ava smiled wider at him, amused by his jealousy. She sat up straight and held her arms out to him, wiggling her fingers. He took the hintand grabbed her hips to pull her to the edge of the desk and flush against him. Ava wrapped her arms around his neck and circled his waist with her legs, pulling him tighter to feel the bulge in his jeans against her core. She resisted humping him, still horny despite her orgasm. She knew Owen; that was only the first of many tonight.
She fisted his bun and pulled him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth at the taste of herself on his lips. No man had ever made her feel so dirty and cherished all at once. As their mouths clashed in hungry kisses, she skimmed her hands down to his waist, working at tugging off his belt.
“Too many clothes,” she panted against his mouth in-between kisses. His chest rumbled with a laugh that went straight to her clit. His hands moved to cover hers, taking over unbuckling his belt. Ava moved on to unbuttoning his flannel shirt, fumbling with shaky hands on each button. She pulled away from his mouth to kiss down his chest, relishing the feel of the soft hair revealed with each unfastened button.
With his flannel open to expose his torso and unbuckled belt, Ava's desire flooded her all over again. He had aged in all the best ways. She ran a hand down his chest and stomach, stopping just above his waistband.
“When I saw you the other night at the cabin, I thought you looked fucking edible,” she confessed.
His mouth tipped up in a smirk. “Is that right?”
She nodded, moving to slide off the desk. He took a step back to give her room. Once standing, she dropped to her knees in front of him and tugged at the zipper on his jeans. He placed his hands over hers.
“You don't have to do that,” he said, his voice deep and raspy with desire.
She licked her lips. “I've been dreaming of this for years, Owen. Give me a taste.” She didn't recognize the husky voice that came out of her.
“When you say it like that, how can I deny you?”
She smiled and yanked down the band of his boxers, reaching her hand inside to pull out his hard cock. He groaned and tossed his head back in pleasure as she fisted him in her hand, stroking the shaft and memorizing the feel of him in her palms. She replaced her fingers with her mouth, sucking the tip and rolling her tongue around the head before swallowing the entire length.
“Birdie,” Owen choked out. “Take it easy on me. Been a while.” He grunted as she pulled back and repeated the process, lavishing extra attention on the tip.
His hand fisted in her hair, gathering up the loose strands into a gentle grip, his other hand bracing on the desk behind her. He didn’t push her head, but moved with her, following her tempo. She’d always loved how gentle he was, even when she pushed him to the edge.
Ava bobbed until he hit the back of her throat, staying there a moment and swallowing around his length, enjoying his groans of pleasure at the sensation. She teased him with a slow rhythm, gripping him at the base with one hand and tugging back and forth with the movement of her mouth.
“Need to feel you,” Owen rasped. Ava hummed with his cock still in her mouth before releasing him with a pop. His salty taste lingered on her tongue.
“There’s a condom in my purse,” she whispered.
He tugged her back to her feet and Ava wasted no time pushing his flannel the rest of the way off his shoulders. She wanted to feel his skin on hers.
“I’m not even going to ask why you have a condom,” he muttered, shrugging off his flannel at her insistent hands. “Bend over the desk. Let me see that perfect ass.”
Without hesitation, Ava turned around, flattening her chest on the desk and spreading her legs. Then wiggling her butt for good measure to tease him.
“Goddamn,” he said. His fingers ghosted over her hips before she heard the rustle of her purse being rifled through from where she’d dropped it nearby. A crinkle of foil, and then the heat of Owen behind her signaled he was in position. He gripped both sides of her ass, kneading the flesh.
“Still an ass man?”
His hands squeezed tighter at her question. She hoped it would bruise.
“Only for your ass, Birdie. So perfect.”
