I smiled up at him and hooked my thumbs into the top of my skirt, wriggling out of it like a snake shedding its skin, revealing the silky, red panties I had on. He let out a pleased sound at the sight of them and stroked the outside of his jeans, his erection straining against the denim. I squeezed my knees together and bit my lip, sitting up on my elbows as I watched him.
Owen kept his gaze glued to mine, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his fit, chiseled abs and those perfectly shaped pecs as the muscles shifted in his arms. I let out another soft moan, unable to help it at the sight of his body, including those cut lines going down his hips on each side.
Without prompting, I pulled off my own shirt to reveal my tanned skin and a matching red bra. His breath hitched as his gaze burned over me. He undid his jeans and shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, stroking himself as he stepped out of them, his gaze staying on me all the while.
“God, you’re beautiful, Nalia,” he groaned before he climbed on the couch, his erection dragging against my thighs and my stomach as he hovered over me. His mouth tenderly covered mine, and our tongues began a slow, tantric dance. I reached my hand between his thighs, caressing his hot, fully erect hardness, swallowing his moans against my lips. My blood was so hot in my veins now that it felt as if I might burst into flames at any moment. The moisture between my thighs was almost dripping down my legs.
No, there was nothing wrong with this. Nothing at all. We had an amazing sexual chemistry, we were both attracted to each other, and sometimes it was nice to feel the touch of someone else’s body. It was that simple. There was no reason to let this get complicated. There was nothing more to this than two people simply having a good time, right?
I reached behind me, unclasping my bra. He groaned as it fell away from my breasts. Taking one nipple between his lips, he gently began sucking. His hand kneaded my other breast, with the pad of his thumb stroking my nipple. I arched my back to meet his touch. This time, I moaned, but the sound was quickly swallowed up by his mouth as he kissed me again.
“God, that sound,” he whispered against my lips. “I want to hear more of it, I have to hear more of it. It's driving me absolutely fucking wild.”
With that, he kissed me harder, stroking my tongue with his and tugging my bottom lip between his teeth before kissing his way down my body. He stopped just above my panties, letting his hot breath tickle my stomach, making me wet with anticipation. Owen rubbed my thighs with his hands, then curled his fingers around the sides of my red panties, slowly tugging them down, planting gentle, teasing kisses against my skin along the way. I arched my back off the couch, spreading my legs as he pulled my panties out of the way.
For a moment, he didn’t do anything — just sat there, looking with warm, appreciative eyes over my nakedness, and my legs spread out before him. It was almost as if he was studying a piece of art in a museum. Those beautiful eyes of his full of awe and wonder. If nothing else, I knew this man wanted me.
I watched him, my chest rising and falling hard with shallow, anticipating breaths. His gaze met mine momentarily, and he smiled a sweet, gentle smile. Reaching between his legs, he gently began stroking himself with one hand as he admired me. I tilted my head at him curiously, turned on by whatever was going on, almost ready to beg him to touch me. But he leaned forward, still touching himself, and spread my lips with his other hand, ever so gently flicking his tongue against my clit.
Immediately, my head fell back at the teasing lightness of his tongue. I moaned his name, shivering it out, pleading with him to do it again with one simple sound. His tongue flicked out again, tasting my wetness and circling my clit as light as the wisp of butterfly wings. It drove me crazy with desire, and wave after wave of pleasure gushed through my entire body every time his tongue touched me. I reached down, slipping my fingers through his hair and trying to push him down, but his hand came up, catching me by the wrist and holding my hand against my stomach, his mouth moving, hungry. His tongue lapped at me, and he sucked at my clit, driving me close to the edge until I felt dizzy with lust.
“Oh God, Owen!” I moaned, my legs clamping around his head. I felt him laugh between my thighs, the vibration producing something halfway between a laugh a
nd a moan from me. He came up for breath, that devious smile on his face as he licked his lips.
I shook my head at him as he stood up, digging into his jeans for a condom. He pulled one out and slid it on, watching me with a lustful gaze and motioning for me to stand.
“Turn around and kneel on the couch,” he said breathlessly once I was standing. I did as he asked, kneeling on the couch with my elbows resting on the back of it. I spread my legs and stuck my ass out, looking back at him over my shoulder. He came up behind me, running one hand lightly over my back and hips and positioned himself against my opening. I pushed my hips back, teasing him, and with a grunt, he slowly slid himself inside me.
Once again, I couldn't help but cry out. The size of him…his girth seeming to stretch me out fully. It was almost painful trying to accommodate him as he slipped his engorged length inside me, inch by glorious inch, but the sensation of being completely filled brought a pleasure that was indescribable. In the back of my mind, I briefly wondered how I was managing to fit all of him inside me. Then he plunged into me again, and all I could do was lose myself totally in the moment, in the ecstasy of it all.
“Oh God, Nalia,” Owen growled, his voice strained. He started slowly, pumping his hips as he thrust into me, as though he didn't want to rush it. Every stroke he made with that massive, steel-hard cock of his sent a shiver of pleasure rushing through every fiber of my being. One arm came around my waist, squeezing me against him as he picked up the pace. I was wildly turned on by his taking complete control and almost dominating me totally.
He kissed my neck and shoulder, thrusting deep into me, one hand dropping between my legs and rubbing my clit. My muscles tightened around him, and my thighs trembled as I got close to the edge of release, moaning his name.
As impossible as it seemed, I would have sworn it felt as if he was growing even larger as he pumped inside me, filling and stretching me even more with every thrust. Heated desire boiled through every inch of my body. He kept up the pace, pulling me back against him, my back pressed against his chest.
“Come for me, Nalia. Please, I want to hear you come,” he whispered close to me. That was all it took for me to come undone. I cried out, my body tensing as I felt my release. He hugged me back against him, moaning and shuddering as he came as well until both of us collapsed onto the couch, panting and sweating together.
Chapter Nineteen
Owen
My heart continued racing for several minutes as Nalia laid against me, still trying to catch her breath. As the ecstatic high of the orgasm slowly started to subside, I finally eased out of her and kissed her shoulder gently. I pulled off my condom, walking to the bathroom to toss it in the garbage bin and grab her a robe.
“Here, in case you want it. You hungry?” I asked her holding out the robe.
She looked up at me, a dreamy, content look on her gorgeous face. "A little bit, yeah. I think I might have worked up a bit of an appetite.” She stretched out, taking the robe from my hand. I watched her with a smile as she wriggled into it. God, she was beautiful, and she was one hell of a lover. The thought of her moans made me shiver, even moments after I had just heard them.
She stood up next to me, wrapping the robe around her, her hair falling in messy waves over her shoulders. I had to fight the urge to grab her, kiss her again, and pull her back down to the couch with me. Instead, I picked up my jeans and slid them on before I motioned for her to follow me into the kitchen. We padded down the hallway on bare feet. I was looking forward to a bite to eat, but part of me just wanted to turn around, pick her up, and take her back to the bedroom for round two. Of course, round two was going to require energy, and that meant food for fuel.
Once in the kitchen, I pulled open the refrigerator doors.
“How about ice cream?” I asked, looking at the cartons in the freezer. “I’ve got rocky road and chocolate fudge brownie,” I told her, looking back at her as she settled herself on a stool at the island.
“Mmmm. Chocolate fudge brownie,” she answered with that content, dreamy look still on her face. I pulled the carton out, as well as a couple of bowls and scooped out two scoops for each of us, then slid one bowl across to her with a spoon.
“So when you aren’t working and doing an amazing job, or playing the piano, what else do you like doing?” I asked her, curious to find out more about the wonderful enigma that was Nalia. I took a bite of my ice cream, savoring its cold sweetness spreading across my tongue as I waited for her response.