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“Does this count as a consummation?” he asked, taking my face into the curve of his palm.
“More like a christening,” I breathed into his lips.
He laughed between brutal kisses.
“In that case, let’s see if I can figure out how to make you squirt.”
I laughed at him, but the rumble fled quickly as his hand dropped to cup me between the legs.
“Ok,” I hiccupped, overwhelmed with arousal.
“I am a man of experimentation and knowledge,” he teased, gripping my neck as he drew his tongue up my jaw until he reached my ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“Guess that makes me your test subject?” I countered, panting already.
He hummed.
“Nah. That’s too ‘Bride of Frankenstein’. I’d prefer a ‘Tarzan’ style exploration.”
God, could this man be any more perfect?
I giggled as he moved his thumb just enough to sink his teeth into me, leaving a gentle bite against my neck, making me shriek.
Owen laughed, then backed away enough to flick up his t-shirt and unbuckle his jeans, which fell to the ground without prompt.
“Me Tarzan,” he said, pointing to his chest, then he pointed to mine, pressing right between my breasts. “You Jane.”
I lifted my hand and took down my top bun.
“Next time we role play,” I told him, fingering open the buttons of my shirt. “We need costumes.”
He threw his head back in laughter, then his smile softened as he looked at me.
“I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you back,” I agreed.
His fingers trailed over my lips and his soft smile turned to a smirk.
“I love it when you let filthy words stain your lips.” He bent to press a soft kiss to mine. “They taste delicious.”
Channeling my inner heroine, I shoved at his chest and smirked back at him, saying the words my book character would have said.
“Get your ass on the bed, then I want you to fuck me so hard with your big, hard cock until I scream.”
Owen laughed again, but did as I said, sliding his boxers down before he sat his bare rear on the bed.
He was already hard and ready for me, the long, lean, but strong form of his body so inviting I literally started to drool.
I shucked my top, my pants, then all my underwear before strolling as confidently as I could manage over to him.
“Pound my pussy so hard I can’t walk tomorrow,” I told him, copying a line from my book.
Funny how it didn’t sound so erotic in real life. More like…trying too hard.
Not that Owen minded. His pupils were blown and he was already lost to his lust. I could have sang the alphabet song and he would’ve found it sexy.
“Climb on,” he murmured, pressing languid kisses across my shoulders and collar bones.
