Their mouths crushed together as their emotions bubbled into a frenzy. She licked his chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth as she slid his jeans and underwear over his hips.
His hand tangled in her hair as he closed his eyes, relishing her touch. Tugging her up, he kissed her feverishly.
“Don’t hurt your arm,” he ordered as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off to find the tiny lace panel covering her mound. Pressing his nose against it, he inhaled her sweetness before hooking his thumbs into the strings and sliding them off her.
“I want to taste you,” she said, dropping to her knees. Pushing the clothes the rest of the way down. Her tongue slid up his straining cock, and her lips covered him.
Owen groaned, tightening the hold on her brown mass.
She slid down his length with her tongue, caressing the underside. Her movements made his balls ache and his dick throb.
“You feel incredible. I love your hot mouth on me,” he whispered, afraid of breaking the spell.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, making his cock strain even more.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned.
Rising, she licked her lips and pressed her mouth against his. He turned her toward the bed and lifted her onto the mattress. He set her feet on the edge as he knelt, inspecting the delicate folds.
Her hand covered her center.
“Owen, I’ve given birth. It’s not the sa?—”
He didn’t let her finish as he dived into her warm center with his tongue.
“Never say that to me again,” he growled. “You gave birth to my son. I have scars all over my body, but they’ll never measure as the same pain of giving life. You’re beautiful, Leslie,” he said as he parted her folds and explored her. His finger slid into the moist heat as he sucked on her nub, making her hips lift off the bed.
“I want you,” Leslie pleaded. “I want you to fill me.”
“I will,” he promised. His finger slid in and curled, making her squirm and moan.
Her hands gripped the sheets as he got acquainted with her body again. Owen gripped her thighs,spreading her wider. They trembled as she grew close to an orgasm. Owen rose, placing heated kisses along her stomach and moved upward until he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His fingers tugged on the other as he traced along the tiny bud with his tongue.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she cried.
“Oh, but you agreed we’d take our time. I’m doing as I promised and not moving too fast,” he teased.
She growled at him and rolled over, knocking him over.
“I want it today, not when I’m in a senior citizen home,” she demanded.
Owen fell back against the bed laughing. He missed this the most. With Leslie, he didn’t have to play the protective brother, or the good son. He only needed to act like himself.
Leslie straddled him and nipped his abs and licked as she made her way up his body. The fires of desire grew from a flame into an inferno as she tasted, licked, and sucked her way to his neck and back down again. His cock strained upward, seeking her heat. Her tongue swiped the precum from the tip, and she sucked gently on the head.
“You’re beautiful, Owen,” she murmured. “I like all these new muscles. Not to sound condescending, you’ve grown from a boy to a man.”
“You’ve changed, too. Your body’s softer andyou’ve filled out. I love your curves,” he said, sliding her against his length.
“Hmmm,” she moaned as she moved her hips against him. Owen reached up, and played with her nipples, tugging them and rolling them between his fingers. Leslie increased the pace until they no longer teased. She rose slightly, guiding him to her center, and slid down him.
Lying against his chest, she sighed. “Welcome home, Owen.”
“I only regret not coming sooner,” he murmured against her hair.
He thrust slowly, enjoying the feel of her walls clamping against him. Her skin felt on fire, and as she ground against him. Her breasts bounced as she moved into a rhythm. The tiny buds stuck out, inviting him to play.
A thin sheen of sweat rested between her breasts, making her body glow from their lovemaking. He moved his hips, thrusting deeper into her as he watched her. This time, the daydream turned real.
