the sheer silliness of
falling back on the bed.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch
him. Owen is standing in
front of me, just gazing at me. His eyes are filled with lust. I
crook my finger at him, beckoning him closer.
“ You want something, Olivia?” Even drunk,
he has this whole seduction scene down.
“ Yes, I do” I hiss at him, unable to tear
my eyes away from his penis, which, at the moment, is trying
desperately to free itself from the confines of his
briefs.
He crawls up the bed and over me,
straddling my thighs. He
takes my hands with his before sliding to my wrists, holding them
over my head, trapping them easily in one of his hands. This
position arches my back and forces my breasts up and towards him.
He seems to particularly like my breasts, I think, as he eyes them
like they're his last meal. He buries his head in my cleavage,
sucking and nibbling along the tops of them, licking and soothing
intermittently.
I continue to arch my back, seeking out
his mouth as I feel his erection pressing against me, just there,
between my legs. He gently grinds against me, only our underwear
separating us. Mine are conspicuously wet and ready to come off. I
can't help but moan as he slides against me.
“ Feel that, Olivia?” he asks seductively,
quietly. “Feel what you're doing to me?” he groans as he kisses up my breasts toward my
neck.
I have never been restrained during sex,
or even during foreplay, so I had no idea what a turn-on it would
be. He's such a strong, virile man, every inch the fireman fantasy,
and his holding me down as he teases me and turns me on makes me
feel more feminine somehow.
At some point, he has gone from straddling
me to lying between my legs, and as he grinds against me, licking
my breasts. I lift my
hips tentatively to match his motion. Since I can't wrap my arms
around him, I go with the next best thing and secure my legs around
his thighs. He moans a little and gives my nipple a little
bite.
“ Ouch!” I protest. He circles his tongue
around the sensitive flesh to soothe the sting, but not before
giving me a very, very naughty grin.
At some point with all the grinding, the
band of his briefs starts to scoot down, and I feel the velvety
soft head of his penis rub my lower belly. I know I'm right about what I feel because
as soon as I feel it, he groans—loudly.
“ Owen …let go of my hands. I want to touch you.”
He releases my wrists, which immediately
gives me a sense of relief—not just because I can now touch him,
but also because he responded when I asked. He rolls onto his back,
scooting up to get his legs onto the mattress. From the way we're
now positioned, his waist is just about at my eye level. I can't
tear my eyes away from the sight of the head of his penis escaping
the top of his underwear, and I lick my lips.
“ Now that you have me, what are you going
to do with me?” he asks, a small smile coming to his
lips.
I roll onto my belly, batting my lashes at
him, tapping my chin in contemplation. “So many possibilities, Mr.
Maxwell.”
I lie on my stomach and look up at him,
kicking my legs in the air, smiling, thinking, and planning. He has
his arms tucked behind his head. I lean over and plant a kiss on
the side of his ribs. I know that's a particularly ticklish spot
for most people, but it can be a surprisingly erotic zone too. He
shudders and I grin with satisfaction. I kiss him again, this time
with an open mouth, leaving a wet trail along his skin. Pulling
back, I blow a cooling breath over him. He shudders
again.
I love the power sexuality can give a
woman. Not in a slutty way, but in an erogenous way.
I kiss my way down his side, and when I
get to the famous “V,” I
start to follow it toward the band of his briefs. The closer and
closer I get to my goal, the sharper his breaths become. I reach my
tongue out and just barely touch it to the tip of his penis. He
jumps about an inch off the bed and I laugh out loud.
“ My, you have a
falling back on the bed.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch
him. Owen is standing in
front of me, just gazing at me. His eyes are filled with lust. I
crook my finger at him, beckoning him closer.
“ You want something, Olivia?” Even drunk,
he has this whole seduction scene down.
“ Yes, I do” I hiss at him, unable to tear
my eyes away from his penis, which, at the moment, is trying
desperately to free itself from the confines of his
briefs.
He crawls up the bed and over me,
straddling my thighs. He
takes my hands with his before sliding to my wrists, holding them
over my head, trapping them easily in one of his hands. This
position arches my back and forces my breasts up and towards him.
He seems to particularly like my breasts, I think, as he eyes them
like they're his last meal. He buries his head in my cleavage,
sucking and nibbling along the tops of them, licking and soothing
intermittently.
I continue to arch my back, seeking out
his mouth as I feel his erection pressing against me, just there,
between my legs. He gently grinds against me, only our underwear
separating us. Mine are conspicuously wet and ready to come off. I
can't help but moan as he slides against me.
“ Feel that, Olivia?” he asks seductively,
quietly. “Feel what you're doing to me?” he groans as he kisses up my breasts toward my
neck.
I have never been restrained during sex,
or even during foreplay, so I had no idea what a turn-on it would
be. He's such a strong, virile man, every inch the fireman fantasy,
and his holding me down as he teases me and turns me on makes me
feel more feminine somehow.
At some point, he has gone from straddling
me to lying between my legs, and as he grinds against me, licking
my breasts. I lift my
hips tentatively to match his motion. Since I can't wrap my arms
around him, I go with the next best thing and secure my legs around
his thighs. He moans a little and gives my nipple a little
bite.
“ Ouch!” I protest. He circles his tongue
around the sensitive flesh to soothe the sting, but not before
giving me a very, very naughty grin.
At some point with all the grinding, the
band of his briefs starts to scoot down, and I feel the velvety
soft head of his penis rub my lower belly. I know I'm right about what I feel because
as soon as I feel it, he groans—loudly.
“ Owen …let go of my hands. I want to touch you.”
He releases my wrists, which immediately
gives me a sense of relief—not just because I can now touch him,
but also because he responded when I asked. He rolls onto his back,
scooting up to get his legs onto the mattress. From the way we're
now positioned, his waist is just about at my eye level. I can't
tear my eyes away from the sight of the head of his penis escaping
the top of his underwear, and I lick my lips.
“ Now that you have me, what are you going
to do with me?” he asks, a small smile coming to his
lips.
I roll onto my belly, batting my lashes at
him, tapping my chin in contemplation. “So many possibilities, Mr.
Maxwell.”
I lie on my stomach and look up at him,
kicking my legs in the air, smiling, thinking, and planning. He has
his arms tucked behind his head. I lean over and plant a kiss on
the side of his ribs. I know that's a particularly ticklish spot
for most people, but it can be a surprisingly erotic zone too. He
shudders and I grin with satisfaction. I kiss him again, this time
with an open mouth, leaving a wet trail along his skin. Pulling
back, I blow a cooling breath over him. He shudders
again.
I love the power sexuality can give a
woman. Not in a slutty way, but in an erogenous way.
I kiss my way down his side, and when I
get to the famous “V,” I
start to follow it toward the band of his briefs. The closer and
closer I get to my goal, the sharper his breaths become. I reach my
tongue out and just barely touch it to the tip of his penis. He
jumps about an inch off the bed and I laugh out loud.
“ My, you have a
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