The right kind of fun
1286 Words
*Hope*
“You need a bigger car”. Owen chuckles, unfolding himself from my car, as I park in my driveway.
“Or you need shorter legs, have you considered that ?” I say winking at him, making him throw back his head laughing.
He smiles at me. “You might be right”.
I walk over to take his hand. “But I happen to like your long legs”.
“I like your legs too”. He pulls me into him, kissing just below my ear. “And honestly I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around me”.
“Oh ... who said that there will be any naughty business going on ?” I look at him, wiggling my eyebrows. “Maybe I just want us to play cards with my dear old mother, did you consider that ?”
He narrows his eyes, then he rolls them. “I might have deserved that one … but I am pretty sure I can talk you into more fun things”.
His lips grace my ear and his warm breath fan over my cheek as his slightly hoarse voice whispers into my ear. His words make a gasp escape my lips and my cheeks flush, while a warmth spreads deep in my abdomen.
Without a word I grab his hand dragging him with me inside. Okay buster, time to prove it’s not all talk.
“Hope, is it you ?” My mother calls from the living room, making me roll my eyes. Who else would lock themself in with a key ?
I stick in my head, not in the mood for talking right now. “Hi mom. I am going to my room and ... please don’t disturb me, okay ?”
She looks confused for a second, then it seems to dawn on her. “Oh ... sure ... sure ... have fun kiddo”.
Probably it’s a really good thing she has no idea who I am with.
As a turn Owen mouths the words ‘have fun’ looking like he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry and I shrug, whispering. “My mom in a nutshell”.
Honestly right now I prefer to think as little as possible about my mother, I mean I rather forget how I met Owen. It is still a bit of a ... well it feels wrong to be honest, but Owen and me ... well that just feels so right so I can’t throw it away over one mistake.
I kind of push him into my bedroom, and close the door, leaning against it. My eyes run over his tall, strong form. “Finally alone”.
A cheeky smile spread on his lips. “Yeah ... I have been looking so much forward to this”.
“Well why don’t you come get it then ... tiger”. I giggle and make a claw like motion with my hand.
A second later I find myself pressed up against the door by his strong body, my hands held above my head by one of his huge hands as he kisses me like his life depends on it. His free hand cupping my cheek.
I feel totally breathless. His body feels so strong and big, as it holds me there. His free hand sliding down my side, his thumb just skimming my breast. Then down to grab my hip.
As soon as he lets my hands go I am desperately pulling at his shirt and he helps me get it off. My hands roaming over his wide chest. Damn his body is like ... perfect.
I let my mouth travel down his chest, he tastes slightly salty and smells just so good. My hands are trailing up his strong back. “Damn you are so sexy”.
He lets out a groan as my tongue slides over his n****e and in what seems like seconds my clothes are strewn across the floor and I find myself thrown down on the bed, laying on my stomach. Owen’s body slides over me, his warm tongue sliding up the backside of my leg. His voice drips with desire. “No, you are sexy Baby, so damn sexy”.
I whimper and squirm as I feel his weight on my legs and his mouth travel up over the curve of my behind. The he softly bite into my skin, making me moan as pleasure shoot through me, holy f**k that feels ... good.
“This is a very cute and very sexy behind, baby”. He mumbles against my skin, making my inside clench up in the most delightful way.
He adorns the rest of my backside with kisses and little soft bites, having me an absolute mess in no time.
Then he flip me on my back, paying the same attention to my breasts and stomach, before ending between my now wide spread legs. His tongue runs over my sensitive skin, making me shudder. His breathing heavy and small sounds of delight slipping out against my skin.
“Shit..”. I grab hold of his hair. f**k what is he doing ? Forget it, I don’t care, just keep doing that.. like forever.
*Owen*
I love the way she moans my name, the way she trembles with pleasure and the way she holds onto my hair like it’s a lifeline.
While she is still in her orgasmic bliss, I quickly kick off my pants, I can’t wait a second longer. I want her so badly, I want us to be one.
She smiles softly at me as I slide fully on top of her, and then finally I push into her warmth. She feels so perfect, like a warm velvet glove closing around me and caressing me. I gasp with pleasure.
“You feel perfect ... so ... perfect”. Damn I try not to lose it totally. I can honestly say this beats everything I have ever tried before. I mean I always quite enjoyed s*x, but this feels different, very much different.
Her only answer is a soft whimpering as she folds her legs around me, meating my every thrust with her own. Her hands caressing my back and neck, in a way that feels passionate and almost desperate.
She bite into my shoulder as her body starts shaking with another o****m and I can’t control my body, feeling my eyes roll back as my hips jerk forward and my world kind of explodes. “Holy fuuuuck ...”.
I bury my face in her neck, as my hips kind of take a life on their own, snapping down on her, every muscle in my body quivering. Is it possible to pass out from pure pleasure ?
She starts slowly combing her fingers through my hair. And I just stay there on top of her, feeling unable to move at the moment.
“Baby that was ... oh wow ... incredible ... mind blowing”. I mumble into her shoulder, hearing her giggle softly. “Sorry that I wasn’t ... I usually l.. not that fast l.. you just l.. wow ...”.
“Owen ... Owen !” When she tugs at my hair I look up at her. “Stop ... it was amazing. Honestly it was the best I ever had ... so ... no need to apologise, like at all”.
I slide down beside her, smiling happily as I pull her into my arms. “I am happy to hear you say that baby, very happy”.
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