Page 31 of Owen's Heart

OWEN

As soon as we step into my room, Rania dives into my arms and wraps her legs around me. She’s kissing me like she used to—warm, wet, inviting strokes of her tongue that send waves of heat all over my body.

“Oh, baby…You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” I blow the words into her mouth as I kiss her.

“Owen…”

She only has to say my name like that once. I know what she wants, what she needs.

My thumbs slide into the sides of her tights. “Are you sure you want this?” I ask, making sure she’s okay with us taking this next step tonight.

“Yes!” Rania whimpers, “I want this so bad right now.”

She’s moving her body in a circular motion on me, grinding on me, reminding me of her rhythm. Merging her aura into mine, she gives me all of her essence to reabsorb as if she thinks I can take it.

I can’t take it.

It’s been too long since I’ve been inside of her. I’ve dreamed of this moment for far too long, and I’m about to lose control.

I walk over to the bed and ease us onto it. Our lips take over the moment my hands caresses her breasts through the plunging neckline of the dress she’s wearing as a shirt.

The sound of her sweet moans wrap around me and become part of me. I want to hear her moan again and again tonight.

She starts picking at the buttons on my shirt, removing my shirt within seconds. Next, she’s undoing my belt buckle. I never lose contact with her lips as she undresses me.

I strip her clothes away as if I’m a miner, looking for gold and found my treasure.

In record time, we are naked, and my dick is condom clad. Our naked bodies press together as the dance between our tongues continue.

With every breath I take, I breathe her in and assign a different part of her essence to my memory. I want to decode every piece of her, file the memories away, and keep them forever. I want to never forget this moment. Not even forsake the tiniest part of it.

As I deepen the kiss, Rania’s hips gyrate, almost undoing me before I can slip inside of her heat.

I leave my position on top of her and kiss my way down to the slick opening of her entrance. I have to taste her at least once before I ride her into ecstasy.

Her thighs spread wider, and my breath catches in my throat. Her scent enthralls me. Her moans drive me insane. Just as in my dreams, I’m like a fish tethered on the end of her hook. Caught hook line and sinker.

Remembrance of her taste dances on my tongue. I am truly and utterly fucked even before I can dive in and get a good taste of her again.

My teeth lightly scrape against Rania’s labia, and she trembles. Grabbing at my locks, she moans out her pleasure, “Please, Owen, give it to me. I want to feel you now.”

I lift my head, and my green eyes meet her heated stare. “I will, sweetheart. Just let me get a taste.”

My head delves down to her pussy, and I take a lick of what I know is the sweetest pussy on earth. My tongue delves deeper and swirls around her tight entrance.

She feels like she did back in university, innocent and untouched as if she’s been saving herself for this moment. Just the tiniest chance that this is true spurs me on to ravish her like I have craved to do for so long.

Her hips spring off the bed, and she’s fucking my tongue, sending it deeper and deeper inside of her. I hold her in place and assault her clit, intermittently sucking on it and flicking my tongue across it.

“Owen, I’m coming,” she cries out, tightening her legs against the sides of my head. Her hips buck incessantly, and then she goes limp.

I growl into her saturated pussy, licking up her chocolate decadence until I am filled with her sweetness.

I take one more long drink from her before crawling up her body, trailing soft kisses as I make my way upward. I stroke Rania’s cheek softly with the back of my hand before cupping her face to stare deeply into her eyes.

“I missed you, Rania,” I profess as I settle my latex covered erection against her mound.

“I missed you more, Owen,” she says.

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