as he runs his nose up and
down my panties. He plants a soft, wet kiss along the upper edge of
my thong, just where my belly meets the elastic. He stands
gracefully—actually terribly gracefully considering that I know
he's at least a little drunk.
He towers over me and looks down at me,
eyes hooded as he traces just the tips of his fingers up my arm and
over my bra strap. I imagine he's going to pull them down, but
instead, he slides his hand over my collarbone, down my sternum,
and farther down to cup my breast. I fit him as if I were made just
for his hand size. He squeezes gently and groans from the back of
his throat. I love that sound. Owen bends down, lining his eyes
with mine, seeking something. Permission? My hands reach behind me
and I unhook my bra, letting the straps slip down my arms. He takes
a step back to let it fall to the floor but quickly returns to
where he was.
Oh my God. Every nerve in my body is
thrumming, humming, screaming, and cheering. He smells so good, and
his hands seem to know exactly where to touch me. It's as if he'd
studied a road map of my erogenous zones before coming to my room.
Owen wants me to say yes to this, to finish what we started in the
plane. I want to say yes to this. Fuck it, I AM saying yes to
this.
I look him in the eyes and nod my head, a
move that has recently become my only mode of communication. Reaching forward, I push his
suit jacket off his shoulders and it drops to his feet. His hands
lightly squeeze my breasts before one travels back down my side and
around to squeeze my ass. My eyes flutter shut for just a moment,
and then I get back to the task at hand.
One by one, I start to undo the buttons on
his dress shirt. When it
is halfway open, I lean forward and place wet kisses down his
chest. The light smattering of hair tickles my face. Slowly, my
hands slide down the open seams before I untuck his shirt from his
pants, pushing it open farther. I plant more kisses cross his broad
chest, and when I get to his nipple, I take it between my teeth and
nibble lightly, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from him. Mmmm, he
likes that.
I continue to lick and nibble his nipples
while I undo his belt. I
am really, really anxious
to see this enormous beast in his pants. I unbutton and unzip his
jeans, and after sliding my hands into the back of his trousers, I
push them over his ass and hips. He is wearing those tight boxer
briefs, and the head of his penis is peeking just over the top
band.
A nervous laugh escapes my lips. "Um, it looks like it wants
out."
He lets out a sexy, guttural
chuckle. “You have no
idea,” he groans hoarsely.
I lock my gaze with his as Owen takes my
wrist and guides my hand over his significant size. My fingers trace the outline of
his penis over his briefs, memorizing the lines, the ridge of the
head. He groans and instinctively pushes slightly into my touch. I
wrap my fingers around him as much as possible through his briefs,
the other hand starting to trace his balls. When I gently squeeze,
he groans louder.
“ Fuck,” he growls through a breath. “Grab
my dick just like that, Olivia. I love it.”
As I continue to stroke him, he leans down
to nibble my ear and kiss down my neck. He grabs both of my breasts
in his large hands, pushing them together. Resting his forehead on
mine, he studies what is going on between us. In a bold move, I
slip my fingers into the band of his underwear and start to push
down.
I hear him suck in a breath and his hands
suddenly leave my breasts, grasping my wrists.
“ Wait,” he breathes. “Not yet.”
He takes my hands, and holding just my
wrists, he wraps them around my back, pinning them behind me. I'm
restrained. Oh my—that's hot. He kisses my neck as he starts
walking me back toward the bed. When I reach it, my knees hit the
mattress, and with a little push from Owen, I gently fall back on
the super soft bedding. I can't help but let out a soft laugh as I
get a lightheaded feeling from the wine and
down my panties. He plants a soft, wet kiss along the upper edge of
my thong, just where my belly meets the elastic. He stands
gracefully—actually terribly gracefully considering that I know
he's at least a little drunk.
He towers over me and looks down at me,
eyes hooded as he traces just the tips of his fingers up my arm and
over my bra strap. I imagine he's going to pull them down, but
instead, he slides his hand over my collarbone, down my sternum,
and farther down to cup my breast. I fit him as if I were made just
for his hand size. He squeezes gently and groans from the back of
his throat. I love that sound. Owen bends down, lining his eyes
with mine, seeking something. Permission? My hands reach behind me
and I unhook my bra, letting the straps slip down my arms. He takes
a step back to let it fall to the floor but quickly returns to
where he was.
Oh my God. Every nerve in my body is
thrumming, humming, screaming, and cheering. He smells so good, and
his hands seem to know exactly where to touch me. It's as if he'd
studied a road map of my erogenous zones before coming to my room.
Owen wants me to say yes to this, to finish what we started in the
plane. I want to say yes to this. Fuck it, I AM saying yes to
this.
I look him in the eyes and nod my head, a
move that has recently become my only mode of communication. Reaching forward, I push his
suit jacket off his shoulders and it drops to his feet. His hands
lightly squeeze my breasts before one travels back down my side and
around to squeeze my ass. My eyes flutter shut for just a moment,
and then I get back to the task at hand.
One by one, I start to undo the buttons on
his dress shirt. When it
is halfway open, I lean forward and place wet kisses down his
chest. The light smattering of hair tickles my face. Slowly, my
hands slide down the open seams before I untuck his shirt from his
pants, pushing it open farther. I plant more kisses cross his broad
chest, and when I get to his nipple, I take it between my teeth and
nibble lightly, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from him. Mmmm, he
likes that.
I continue to lick and nibble his nipples
while I undo his belt. I
am really, really anxious
to see this enormous beast in his pants. I unbutton and unzip his
jeans, and after sliding my hands into the back of his trousers, I
push them over his ass and hips. He is wearing those tight boxer
briefs, and the head of his penis is peeking just over the top
band.
A nervous laugh escapes my lips. "Um, it looks like it wants
out."
He lets out a sexy, guttural
chuckle. “You have no
idea,” he groans hoarsely.
I lock my gaze with his as Owen takes my
wrist and guides my hand over his significant size. My fingers trace the outline of
his penis over his briefs, memorizing the lines, the ridge of the
head. He groans and instinctively pushes slightly into my touch. I
wrap my fingers around him as much as possible through his briefs,
the other hand starting to trace his balls. When I gently squeeze,
he groans louder.
“ Fuck,” he growls through a breath. “Grab
my dick just like that, Olivia. I love it.”
As I continue to stroke him, he leans down
to nibble my ear and kiss down my neck. He grabs both of my breasts
in his large hands, pushing them together. Resting his forehead on
mine, he studies what is going on between us. In a bold move, I
slip my fingers into the band of his underwear and start to push
down.
I hear him suck in a breath and his hands
suddenly leave my breasts, grasping my wrists.
“ Wait,” he breathes. “Not yet.”
He takes my hands, and holding just my
wrists, he wraps them around my back, pinning them behind me. I'm
restrained. Oh my—that's hot. He kisses my neck as he starts
walking me back toward the bed. When I reach it, my knees hit the
mattress, and with a little push from Owen, I gently fall back on
the super soft bedding. I can't help but let out a soft laugh as I
get a lightheaded feeling from the wine and
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