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“Please... touch me.”
He extended two of his fingers, gently caressing her slippery thighs. She had wanted him to know how wet she was. He gave her the sexiest smile, just out of the corner of his mouth, that she had ever seen as the doors to his floor opened. “Follow me.”
It didn’t take long for them to reach his apartment as it was right opposite the elevator. With a flick of his wrist, the key turned and the door opened. Tegan stepped inside and waited for the door to close before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Where’s...” she paused, accepting his kiss. “The bedroom?”
He lowered himself and swept her up into his arms, carrying her down the hall and into the spacious master suite. A four-poster bed lay at one side of the room, decorated with a cream floor and red velvet wall and ceiling colour scheme. Red and white. To her right sat a huge walk in wardrobe, the outside of which was mirrored.
She saw herself being carried in and dropped on the bed but then diverted her eyes to him. Looking at her as she slowly moved backwards on the bed, silently begging him to come for her. He kept his eyes on her as he kicked his shoes off and then crawled over the bed to her. He was on top of her in seconds, kissing her deep and slow as she unbuttoned his tight dress shirt.
Once she freed the first few buttons, she spread the shirt over his sculpted chest and was running her fingertips along his pectorals when a pendant hanging from a chain around his neck smacked her hand. It didn’t hurt, but it was a sharp little bump. The pendant gleamed in the low light of the room, so much so that Tegan picked it up and held it gently. A red V.
“What’s this?”
“A good luck charm my grandmother gave me.”
“Does it work?”
He smiled and leant in to kiss her and caress her face. “Worn it for years. I’m undefeated... and I’m feeling pretty lucky right now...”
She felt him settle on top of her as she continued to return his kisses passionately and went back to unbuttoning his shirt. When she reached his belt, his hands slid up her thighs to her underwear. With a slight raise of her hips, he slid them down past her legs and to the floor. A second later, the zipper of his fly was down and Tegan reached with both hands into his pants. What she found, she needed two hands to get out.
“Oh, God...” she moaned, holding the base of him with one hand. She let out a loud sigh as his fingers pressed against her before removing his hand and brushing his fingers down her lips. Fingers she managed to nip with her mouth, trying to suck them.
“Call me Owen,” he said, sitting up. Taking the fingers into his own mouth, one by one, he licked away all traces of her. She watched him swallow and then he peeled off his dress shirt. His body was gorgeous. Greek statues of the Gods held less muscle definition than him.
She followed suit by sitting up and taking her dress off, tossing it aside. She leant forward, and reaching behind to unclip her bra, repeatedly kissed his chest, letting her tongue snake out to taste him.
He cupped her face to keep her where she was, and enjoying her mouth, soft moans escaped him before he turned her face up and swept his tongue past her lips. She responded in kind, gripping his obliques as their tongues fought each other, his mouth waging war against hers, such was the passion he kissed with. Such was his hunger for her.
She fell back with him and he moved down the front of her neck to her chest. He wet his lips and used them and his teeth to graze over her chest while teasing her with slow, swirling licks. Tegan had her forefinger in her mouth, biting down harder and harder the lower he went, letting the tingles reach all the parts of her body. She shuddered as he got to her hip bones, softly kissing his way down to her groin.
“Oh God, yes...” she breathed, placing both hands on top of his head, trying to bring him in to where she wanted him, where she needed him. But he snatched her hands and held them down beside her thighs. And he wouldn’t let go.
Tegan looked down for a brief moment but rocked her head back with a gasp. She made both hands into fists and gave an almost whimper-like sound. The urge to touch herself was peaking and the restraint he was putting on her wrists was driving her crazy. Her hips bucked almost of their own accord. She had never submitted to power like this. Helpless in being pleasured, unable to move, she merely succumbed to his delicious assault.
She opened her eyes and looked down, directly into his. Completely calm and in control, as opposed to her gasping, sweat beaded self. The wet sucking sounds rang in her ears, but she didn’t pay much attention. She didn’t care how weird they sounded. They did not break eye contact until he gave a small wriggle of his mouth over her.
“Oh... fuck...” she said as her orgasm exploded from within, without warning. Sparks popped from behind her clenched eyelids as, for an all too brief moment, she felt weightless. Twitching. Shaking. She realised he had let her hands go but how long ago she didn’t know. Sensations were coming back to her. She could now feel him running his hands along the outside of her thighs, giving her time to settle.
He stood and stepped out of his jeans, rock hard, as his eyes burned a hole through her. He collected some saliva on his fingers and worked his hand over the shaft, looking from her face to between her legs. She hooked her hands behind her knees, opening herself up and biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck me.”
He didn’t need a second invite. Positioning himself between her legs, he curled his back so that he was directly over her, looking down into her eyes as he eased his way in, slowly. Enjoying the feeling of her soft, saturated skin opening more and more for him,
Tegan opened her mouth and gripped his forearms, watching between her legs as inch after inch continued to disappear into her. His hands held her hips still as she felt him bury himself to the hilt, his face clenched, fully filling her. The look on his face as he slowly eased himself out and then in, over and over, had her fixated. He looked nowhere else but her face, feeling her around him, moving slowly but building force.
He slid his hands from her hips, up her body. Pressing hard against the skin of her breasts and then past her chest to her throat. He caressed her face before placing the tip of his finger in her mouth, allowing her to take it in between her teeth to suck it. With his other hand, he gripped her throat just a little harder. There was a moment of realisation when she knew what he intended to do. There was a moment of inner questioning, but almost without thinking, Tegan let his forearms go and put her hands beside her head. She nodded her agreement. Her approval. Her trust.
As his grip tightened, his movements got rougher. His gaze hardened, sinking lower, taking himself out of her and slamming into her. His positioning and body weight pinned her down, and she loved it. Her hands gripped the sheets, the sounds of her pleasure restricted by his hand around her throat. She hissed against his thumb as her head swirled, and a soft pounding popped through it as air became less and less available.
Every pop sent a mini burst of adrenaline through her, and he seemed to know. Hitting her body with heavy thrusts, over and over. She felt like she was floating. And was lost in the feeling as she watched the look of pure joyous lust on his face when his eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned from behind a sucked in bottom lip at how she felt wrapped around him. Tegan had never felt so erotically charged at the look on a man’s face just from thefeelingof her.
He snatched his hands away from her throat and mouth. He used one hand to lift her leg over his shoulder, and the other flicked her clit with the same thumb she had sucked. The sudden access to air plus his newly intensified thrusts caused her to scream into the nearest pillow, which she frantically grasped on top of her face, cumming a second time.
Within seconds, he removed himself from her and pumped all over her stomach. He sank down to lay beside her, and she slowly turned to her side to face him. They lay in silence, allowing their collective breathing to slow down.
She had so much she wanted to say, yet no words came. Whatever she said it wouldn’t give that experience justice. Then reality hit her. They had come up here, to his apartment, for sex, and sex had happened. Amazing, mind blowing, scintillating sex. But it was over. The last thing she wanted to do was overstay her welcome.
