“You are beautiful, and I’m not only talking about your body, Rose. I mean everything about you. You make me laugh. You love Kennedy more than anything, and the way you put her first makes you an incredible woman. I still can’t believe this. I don’t know if I want to spread your legs as wide as they will go, bury my head between them, or fuck you until neither one of us can think of anything else. Christ, I’m nervous,” he says with an unsteady voice.
“You're nervous? I opened my door with a vibrator in my hand and spilled my guts out in frustration because I haven’t had an orgasm since I was sixteen that wasn’t self-induced. I don’t feel funny now, Owen. I feel alive for the first time in my life when you look at me like that.” My speech comes out in a loud, rustling rasp. I’m so turned on. So in dire need of him to touch me.
“Like what?” Owen grins, and God, it is such a beautiful sight to see.
“Like I’m Cinderella and you’re Prince Charming.”
“Then I guess this is the beginning of our fairy tale.”
He stands up tall, sheds himself out of his clothes, and my heart drops to the soles of my feet when I get a good look at him standing there. His lids are heavy over blue-green-colored eyes. He is perfection. Big and wide through the shoulders. Trimmed at the waist, and a cock that will more than likely split me in half.
Owen leans in again, his chest barely touching mine and when he presses his lips to mine and begins to fuck my mouth. I lose my ever-loving mind. There’s no funny business happening here. Nothing is a joking matter about this moment that I never thought would happen. This is real, and it is my time to be swept away by my prince.
I gasp when his tongue darts out, fingers clench tightly in my hair while his free hand grabs one of the cheeks of my ass firmly. This is what I’ve always wanted. A man who wants me with a deep fierceness and makes damn sure we both get what we want.
My lips tingle and I press my fingers to them when Owen slides down my body, and his nose glides up my leg. He plants kiss after kiss to the outside of my calves, the insides of my thighs, and everywhere in between. I’m practically shaking when his tongue finally darts out and licks straight up my center, taking one, long, slow and pleasurable swipe. My hips buck upward on their own, my knees clamping around his thick head of hair and I reach to pull it, to get his face closer to where I want him.
Dear Lord. This is so much better than my dreams.
Owen pushes me up the bed by grabbing hold of my ankles, spreading me farther as he sucks and licks and sends me into another world.
“Oh my, I never knew it could feel like this. I’m going to come on your face, Owen. Keep going. Don’t stop.” Did I just say that? I did. Cover my face with a pillow now, please.
“I’m not coming up for air until my cock can’t take anymore. Get that tight top off and play with your tits. Show me what you do when you think of me, Rose. You do think of me the same way I do you when I’m jacking off, don’t you?”
His voice sounds deep and heavy and not at all like the porn I watch.
“Yes,” once again, I do what I’m told, a big smile plastering from ear to ear because the thought of Owen yanking his dick while thinking of little ole me does all kinds of things to the spot his teeth are grazing across.
I breathe deep, my head suddenly feeling foggy as I lift it and yank my top off. My nipples ache like never before, and I feel so out of my comfort zone, my fingers are shaking just like my body when I tweak a nipple.
I don’t even care that my moans might bother my neighbors through the thin wall behind me as I pluck and pinch while Owen continues to go at me like I'm the best thing he’s put into his mouth.
I’ve never felt anything so erotically intense in my life. I’m coming out of my body, screaming his name with adrenaline shooting straight to my heart. He assaults me with reckless abandon. Working his tongue, fucking my clit, and pushing forth a side of me I never knew existed.
“Owen. Oh, shit!” I scream and press my hips further into his face. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and every sensation I’ve dreamt of knowing ripples through me. It starts at my toes, rises to my knees, surges through my core, and swells the further it travels up my spine. Tingling my head and making me lose my mind.
“Fuck. I’m going to eat this pussy for days,” he says, lifting his head from between my legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaving the rest of my orgasm dripping down his chin.
Sexy as hell.
Standing up, he bends and retrieves a condom out of his jeans, rips the square package open and rolls it down his dick.
Thank God he is because even though my parts haven’t been used and abused as they should be at my age, I can still get pregnant and for once in my life, I’m going to be selfish and live life for me. I earned it, after all.
“You going to ride me, Rose. I want to watch those tits bounce. I want to grope and play with them. I know that pussy is tight, wet, and begging for a proper fuck. Come here.” He sits on the bed, stretches his legs out in front of him, and adjusts me on top of him.
I’m not self-conscious anymore. In a matter of minutes, Owen has woken me from the dead. Especially the part between my legs. She’s quivering in need and shaking from anticipation.
“Touch me. Take my nine inches and stroke him in your hand. When you're ready, I want those lush, full hips in the air, and me sinking inside of you until I’m all the way in.”
“Nine inches, you said? Lord, have mercy. Not only did I get me a stallion, but he is also hung like one. I can’t wait to ride him bareback.”
A laugh bursts out of Owen, causing his dick to twitch, I reach out and palm the base. Wishing this condom wasn’t in the way so I could see if it feels as good as it looks.
I’m nervous and excited at the same time. But I’m ready to be fucked wild, to be stretched wide, and to have every inch of this throbbing cock inside of me.
I stroke him hard. Bend and kiss his chest. Swallow around the nervous lump in my throat as I lift and guide him to my entrance.