Page 71 of All For You
“But what if I do it wrong?”
“I can tell you with 100-percent certainty that there is nothing you could do wrong. Plus, right now, I just want you to focus on you. Let mefinallymake you come.”
Owen slipped his hand between my legs, running his finger back and forth along my wet slit. It was already coated in my arousal but grew wetter with each pass.
My breaths became pants as he continued on, swirling around my clit until I was a quivering mess. Against his lips, I cried out as I jerked, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
“God, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he said as I bit my bottom lip to hold back my whimper when he pulled his hand free.
I may have been sensitive, but I wanted more. Yearned for it.
Softly, Owen rolled us on the mattress until I was on my back and his face was between my legs. He lapped at the wetness, murmuring to himself how much he enjoyed feasting on me. I could just be listening to his deep voice as he read a restaurant menu, and I’d still probably soak my panties.
Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn’t noticed Owen pull back and slip a condom onto his cock. The large erection pointed toward me like a locked-in missile as he leaned over me.
My body tensed, feeling the tip of his dick poised at my entrance, but instead of pressing inside, he rocked against my pussy, spreading my wetness over his shaft.
“You’re beautiful, Aspen,” Owen whispered in my ear as he reached down and adjusted his rod. “It’ll hurt at first, but I promise to make it go away.”
Instinctively, I reached my hands around his back, holding him close. The mushroom head pushed inside my channel, and Owen came to a stop.
“You’re so fucking tight, cricket.” His words were clipped, as if he was hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The fullness I felt escaped as Owen rocked back. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I wondered what he meant, but then as he thrust inside, all my thoughts evaporated as I felt the first stinging pinch of pain.
Tears pooled along my lids, with a few escaping the corners of my eyes. I’m not sure what I’d been expecting, but the overwhelming bite nearing agony wasn’t it.
Why did people do this to themselves?
Without moving an inch, Owen rested on his elbows by my head and swiped at my fallen tears.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asked so tenderly I almost started crying again.
I shook my head and told him I was fine. The agony had already subsided and was now just bordering on uncomfortable, especially as he kissed and nuzzled every inch of my skin his lips could reach without moving a single bustle below our waists. Within a couple of minutes, it was me who started wiggling beneath him, craving something I couldn’t name where we were connected.
Feeling my movements, Owen pressed his lips against mine, rocked his hips back, and then surged into me. I expected the pain again, but with each thrust, I was met with more and more pleasure than the one before it.
“Oh!” I cried out in surprise as his cockhead ran across a spot I didn’t know actually existed. The overfullness I felt was nothing compared to the dash of pleasure.
Raising one of my bent legs, he glided his cock over the sensitive spot again.
“Owen,” I whispered, clawing at his back.
“Fuck, baby, I can feel you clenching around me. You’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last much longer.” He nearly growled as I shifted a hand between my legs. Now that the bite of pain was gone, all I craved was the hit of a release. “That’s it. Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
As he sat up on his knees to give me more room to work my fingers, he plunged in and out of my tight sheath, beads of sweat running down the sides of his face and his chiseled chest.
“Shit, sweet girl. I can feel you,” he panted as I rocked my hips against him. “Take what you need.”
Suddenly, flashes of pleasure rocked through my core, and my back arched from such a powerful release. I’d never experienced one that ricocheted from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
“Yes.” Owen’s moan only dragged out my orgasm further. Something about his naturally deep voice had its own way of sending me over the edge as my pleasure continued.
After a few more pumps, he grunted with his own orgasm, joining me in a well-sated heap on the bed.
I knew I was going to owe my sister a new set of sheets, as the evidence of my lost virginity was now staining these, but I didn’t care in that moment, as Owen rolled my body alongside his, tucking my head against his chest.
“I’m going to draw you a bath, but I need a minute.”
