I can practically hear my own heart pounding, can feel the wetness between my legs and the tingling in my scalp. I’ve never been so turned on. When we get to his room he slams the door behind us, turns around, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth goes dry with lust as he reveals inch by inch a torso that looks like it belongs in a museum. I stand there, feeling gripped by his glare, barely able to stay standing on knees that feel weak with anticipation.
“Take off those glasses,” he says.
“I can’t really see you without them.”
A dark smile flickers over his lips.
“I’ll move a little closer then,” he says, stepping towards me, his shirt loose around his shoulders now.
He reaches out, hand grazing my face, and slips my glasses off, folding them carefully before setting them on the nightstand. Then he lifts my tank top up over my head and tosses it on a chair. I reach back and undo my bra, throwing it aside and smiling shyly at him.
For a moment he just studies my body, sculpted torso rising and falling with his deepening breath.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, suddenly worried he’s having second thoughts, or that I’m not enough, not what he’s used to.
“I think I wanna tear you apart.”
He moves a hand into my hair, gathering it into a ponytail he holds tightly in his fist, pulling my head toward him. His other hand squeezes my breast, pinching and pulling my nipple, sending sweet aches through my chest.
“I think a body like yours deserves to be fucked real good,” he murmurs, making my pulse race again before turning me around and pulling me up against him, one hand on my throat now, the other on my breast.
I feel his bulge on my ass and roll up on it, tracing the thickness of his cock between my cheeks. I feel his hot breath on my neck, teeth on my shoulders. Waves of shivering weakness pass through my body, muscles melting with the heat of his touch, until only his arms are holding me up. His hand traces cool fingers down my stomach, sending tingles into my very center, until they reach my swollen pussy. I reach back and undo his pants as he holds me against him, hands pinching and tracing my body.
“You’ve got the kind of pussy I could fuck for days.”
His dirty talk is making me even hotter. Breathing heavier now, my whole body shudders from the tender way his fingers move over my clit, stroking and tapping so skillfully I already feel close to coming. “Prove it,” I murmur.
“I’m gonna make you mine, Margo.”
“I had no idea you were like this,” I say, feeling more intoxicated than I have all day, mind lost somewhere beneath a sea of sensations.
Somewhere against my neck I feel the breath of Owen’s low, throaty laugh, and a second later he shoves me forward onto the soft bed.
“I’m gonna blindfold you and fuck you senseless,” he growls from behind me. “Unless you say no.”
Excitement rushes through me. “Yes.” Before I know what’s happening, something soft covers my eyes and I feel Owen tightening the fabric around my head. I lick my lips and moan my approval when I realize he’s blindfolded me with my own shirt.
“Stay there,” he says, as he moves off the bed.
I feel his hands slide down my back, strong and certain, caressing my bare skin until he reaches my waistband. I lift my hips just enough to help him tug my leggings down and off, leaving me in just my black cotton underwear. Unable to see, it’s as if I become ultra-sensitive to everything around me. Owen’s voice thudding through me like a touch, the sound of his confident steps around the room deepening the enjoyable vulnerability of my prone, almost-naked body. I squirm on the sheets, clutching at them and pressing my chest against them, desperate for any sensation, aching for Owen to come back.
I feel his weight on the bed and my heart jumps, my skin prickling with anticipation. I hear the sound of him tearing a packet open, hear his heavy, low breathing, and feel like I might turn into liquid any minute now.
“Come here,” he growls, but before I can, he pulls my hips back, bringing me onto my knees, ass in the air. I feel his fingers trace the lines of my hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He tucks them under my panties and peels them down slowly, until I’m shivering from the cool air on my wet lips, the lightness of his touch, the deep throb in my pussy. I push my face into the bed, aching for his touch again, and push my ass back. He smacks it and I groan. It feels like almost too much pain and pleasure for my body to handle.
“Again,” I pant into the sheets.
Owen does it again and I let out another muffled moan into his bed, pulling fistfuls of fabric towards me. I feel his hands stroke my ass, soothing away the sting left by his slaps. His hand moves to my pussy and he slides a finger into my wetness, moving it slowly back and forth as he bites softly at the skin of my lower back, my sides, my shoulder.
“Oh god,” I moan. I spread my knees wider and feel him slip another finger into my pussy, pumping faster and deeper until I’m letting out a series of short gasps, until I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me. “I need you.”
He shifts behind me on the mattress and brings his cock to my ass, resting its hard thickness between my cheeks. I roll back against it, clench my cheeks around it. He presses it down against my pussy, the tip of the head splitting my wet, ready lips, opening me up just enough that I feel like I’ll explode.
“Please,” I gasp in the dark, but he still torments me.
I’m hotter than hell now, burning up with the need for release, for Owen to slam inside me and push the button he’s been teasing for so long. I push back against the tip of his cock but he just stays there, on the edge of a cliff. A torture sweeter than any other.
His hand grabs a fistful of my hair, half-pressing my face into the bed.
“Beg me for it,” he growls, and I hear the satisfied smile on his lips.
“Oh,” is all I can utter, incapable of speech, Owen’s touch making it hard to think. I’ve never talked dirty before, never wanted to beg in bed before, but I’ve never been fucked like this before, either, and I’m either too drunk or too excited to hold back now. “Fuck me, Owen. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, please.”
Owen lets out a deep, rough laugh, and says, “Like this?”
The fat head of his cock breaks my pussy open and I almost come right there, stopping just short as a euphoric wave breaks over me like violent water.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Fuck yes. Fuck my pussy.”
My words must act like a starting gun, because suddenly Owen drives into me, no more playing around, pounding hard and fast into my hot, tight center. I grip the bedsheets tighter, letting him fill me, fuck me, drill into me with perfect rhythm as I pant out soft gasps and helpless moans.