“I need you inside me, Owen. Now.”
He grinned, bowing down to kiss my belly before he shifted our position again, pressing the head of his cock to my entrance and sliding home slowly. He took his time entering me, making sure I felt every inch. My body trembled with need as I reached for myself, needing more friction.
Grabbing my hand, he pushed it away gently, keeping his finger on the needy bud, rolling it under his pad as he kicked up his pace.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Carolina. So open, greedy, and wanton.”
“I only ever want you, Owen.”
“And you can have every part of me.”
He thrust hard and deep, making me cry out as my hand reached out to the side, trying to find some grip. My fingers slicked through the paint that I’d forgotten about, coating my hand and forearm as I moaned, arching into his touch.
Owen grinned, rubbing harder to keep pace with his thrusts. But he didn’t need to do that. I was already on the edge, preparing to tumble. I just wanted him to come with me.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck, yes!”
“That’s it, babe, come for me. Let go!”
“Oh!” I reached out wildly, my paint-covered hand grabbing his arm tightly as my entire body twisted into itself like a corkscrew, and in a rush, my orgasm washed through me while I cried out his name.
Through my heavy-lidded eyes, bliss filled his features as he watched himself satisfy me. Then, when I started to come down, he pushed himself harder, chasing the edge of his own climax, trying his damnedest to make me come again.
But he didn’t need to. I was ready to go already, so as his hips stuttered, thrusting into me one last time, my body tightened around his once again, and together, we came undone.
Bound together forever from now on.