owen
She lookednervous as she lingered at the front door of the apartment building, jingling the keys in her hands as she shifted them from one finger to the next. She was working herself up to saying something, and I hoped it was what I was thinking too.
The taste of her lingered on my tongue still, and instead of satisfying the hunger inside of me, it had unleashed a beast I had no idea how to tame.
I wanted to run my tongue along the channel of her neck, between the valley of her breast, over the slope of her slowly blossoming belly, and finally part the sea between her legs. Only once I had that taste on my tongue might I be satisfied, but even then, the thought of touching her like that and not being able to see if sinking into her felt like forever was unbearable.
“Would you like to come in?” She finally worked up the courage.
I didn’t have the words to say yes. Instead, I stepped toward her and captured her lips with mine, offering a promise of more with their touch.
She moaned beneath me, her hand coming up to clamp the back of my head as she pinned our mouths together. My body ached, pressing up against all those luscious curves. She molded against me as if our bodies came from the same blueprint.
As our mouths worked in time with one another, she fumbled with the keys once more, only this time in a haste to get the glass partition opened.
Reluctantly, she pulled away as she turned to undo the lock, and all but kicked the door open. Her hand found purchase in the excess fabric of my shirt and tugged me toward her as we stumbled through to her apartment. My hands had already unclasped her bra, and I held the heavy weight of her breasts longingly, teasing her nipples with slow twists that made her croon.
The door slammed shut behind us, and I wasted no time discarding the shirt she was wearing alongside her bra. Bending, I brought the first rosy nipple to my lips and sucked, swirling my tongue around the peak.
“They’re so sensitive.” She moaned again as her hand slid into my hair, scratching desperately at my scalp when I pulled back with a pop.
“I’ve heard that before.” I switched sides, lavishing my attention on the second one before I looked up at her with a grin. “I’ve heard everything is a bit more sensitive and pleasurable during pregnancy.”
Her eyes sparkled with delight and desire as she cupped my face, pulling it back up to hers in another longing kiss. Still holding onto my cheeks, she backed herself through her small apartment until she reached the doorway into her bedroom.
The force of our bodies crashing through the threshold sent the door slamming against the wall, but neither of us stopped as she worked my shirt over my head, followed by my jeans. My hands fiddled with her jeans long enough to get them over her ass, feeling the sexy lace that cupped her perfectly rounded cheeks with excitement.
“Turn around. I want to look at you.”
She pulled away to give me a surprised look before she finished kicking off her jeans and turned around. My eyes appreciated the view as she spun, cradling each curve with hungry longing. From her hips to her ass, over her blossoming belly to those perfect tits, everything about her set me alight.
“You’re perfect, Carolina.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, a flicker of doubt passing over her eyes before a smile took over her face.
“Not nearly as perfect as you, but I’ll do.” She turned back to face me, reaching out to touch my stomach, hardened by manual work. She toyed with the trail of hair that began below my belly button, dipping her fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and curling her fingers around my throbbing cock.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Whatever you’re thinking, I want that, too, but first, let me taste you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks, and I need to know if you’re as sweet there as you are in everything you do.”
She hesitated for a moment, battling something inside of herself before she nodded. “Alright.”
She lay back onto the bed as I reached out and peeled those delectable panties off her. Running my hands up her thighs, I spread her legs and dragged my tongue along the soft skin of her inner thigh until my lips reached hers. Flicking slowly along her slit, we both groaned, and I delved deeper, collecting her on my tongue.
“Like honey,” I whispered, locking eyes with her before licking her slowly once more.
She writhed under me as I worked her, her hand lifting to cup her breasts, teasing them. “Oh, God, Owen, I’m so close.”
With one last flick, I slid up her body, kissing her belly. I braced myself on either side of her, fighting to get my boxers off as I whispered into her ear. “The first time you come, I want it to be around my cock so we can come together and know that we only belong to each other from here on out.”
“Yes, oh, yes, please!” Her hand desperately grasped my cock, urging it toward her entrance.
“I want you to know I’m clean. It’s been a while for me, and the last woman I was with we used condoms.”
“I trust you,” she whispered, touching my face tenderly.
I throbbed with need. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to know if she was as perfect for me as I knew in my heart she was.
She cried out as I sunk into her, pulling my mouth down to hers as I swallowed the sweet sounds she made. Pulling out slowly, I thrust back into her, switching the angle to hit the spot that would make her see stars.