Page 31 of Festive Flings

As we approach our hotel, I drop my hand out of his. We are here on business after all, and I don’t want Owen to feel like he has to do this and compromise his own position.

“Get back here now. Do not think for one minute that I am letting you go tonight after we’ve come so far, babe. I know what you're doing, but do you know something, Jamie? I’m a grown man, and if I don’t want something, I will tell you. Stop giving me an out. If I want out, I will tell you. All I want is in when it comes to you.”

Holy fuck, my panties flood with desire at his words. He looks at me with passion burning in his eyes as I step towards him. I slowly wind my arms around his neck, pushing my own boundaries. I kiss him hard and unapologetically, and nothing has ever felt more right.

His strong arms encircle my waist before his hands travel to my ass. “Come on, babe, you’re fucking killing me here!”

I have never been so brazen in public. Carl was never a public display of affection type of boyfriend, so my only other experience was from walking down Oxford Road with Conor where we held hands and kissed once, which is nowhere near the intimacy between Owen and me. It’s not even comparable.

With Owen, it's not like he doesn’t care who sees us together but more that he is happy for people to see us together. He’s proud to be seen with me.

As we approach the door to my hotel room, we are frenzied with the need to remove each other's clothing as fast as possible. He made me cum less than thirty minutes ago, but I am so worked up because I am desperate to feel him inside me.

I drop to my knees as soon as we have the door closed behind us, my hands trembling with anticipation as I unbuckle his trousers and allow them to fall. I touch his cock that strains against his black trunks before helping him to remove them. His long thick shaft springs forward as it is released from its prison.

“Oh my goodness, Owen, where have you been hiding that? That’s really quite impressive.” He laughs a little, but it catches in his throat as I trail my tongue over and around his tip. I lick all the way down to the base of his shaft, and then I cup his balls as I lick all the way back up. He is a remarkable specimen. As Billie would say, ‘He could have you walking like John Wayne!’ I never knew what she truly meant until now.

I take more of his cock into my mouth and suck him. Owen lets out a gasp as he closes his eyes and throws his head back, holding onto the door frame for balance. I use my hand on the part of him I cannot fit into my mouth. I slurp him and suck him, finding a rhythm we both seem to like. When he gently threads his hands through my hair, guiding my head the way he wants, I know I am really satisfying him. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I can feel the tension building in him as the prominent veins on the underside of his impressive manhood harden and become taut.

“Oh, Jamie, baby. You’re so good. My cock has never felt as good.” He grips my head with a bit more force and makes a final thrust, spilling his load into my throat and mouth. He tastes warm, salty and manly. It's such a big turn on to know that I can please him this way. We are compatible. Owen told me we would be amazing together, but it's only now that I can see for myself that I can match him. I can satisfy him as much as he satisfies me.

I stand up when I have finished licking up all his spilled essence and look proudly at what I have achieved. I made him cum just with my mouth… What else can I do?

“You are so fucking sexy, Jamie,” Owen tells me as he strips my final pieces of outer clothing, leaving me standing in my matching silk cream underwear set that I wore especially for tonight. “You are incredible, just absolutely flawless. I dreamed of us being together, but I started to believe it may never happen.”

He scoops me up and places me in the centre of the bed.

“And now it's my turn to finally get a taste of you. I have wanted to bury my face in your pussy for as long as I can remember. I want to make you scream my name as I make you cum over and over and over.”

My breath is coming out in pants. If this is the effect he has on me with mere words, I think I’m going to be a complete wreck if he does go down on me.

He removes my panties and pushes apart my thighs, displaying my very core to him. “Babe, it's even better than I imagined; you are perfect. Now last night when you were sleeping, you woke me up whispering my name. Tell me, eh, what was happening.”

My face fills with heat; I can’t believe he heard me. Last night's dream was the most vivid one, probably due to being drunk and horny.

When I don’t immediately answer, Owen pleads with me. “Please, baby, tell me so I can make your dreams come true. It turned me on so much to watch you get off as you shouted my name, but now I want to be the one who causes it. So tell me, and your wish is my command.”

I give in, speaking words I couldn’t imagine saying out loud to any other man. “I have been having dreams for a couple of months of someone, a faceless man, going down on me. That was until you asked me out, and now, all I see and feel is you licking me until I cum.”

He gives me a wicked grin that sets my heart alight, and my pussy throbs for his touch in response to his wondrous gaze.

“Then let’s make both of our dreams come true. I bet you taste like honey.”

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