“Mmm, now that might make it hard for me to focus on the road,” he smiled that crooked grin of his.
Just as a tease, I leaned over toward him. He moved his arm to give me access and started to fuss with his zipper. Clearly, he thought I was leaning over to give him head.
Instead, I leaned over and brushed my lips against his neck then softly eased them up to his ear and whispered. “Light’s green,” I smiled playfully.
“Humph. Tease,” he grumbled jokingly and returned his attention to the road.
“Oh, a tease, am I?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
He glanced over and nodded. “Yes. Yes, you are. Don't try pretend like you aren't.”
My smile widened into a mischievous one. I leaned back in my seat, then moaned as realistically as I could, “Ohhh, Owen, mmmm! Don’t stop!”
The car swerved to the side before Owen recovered, his cheeks flushing this time.
“Shit! Not while I’m driving,” he laughed nervously, then swallowed hard. His hand returned to my thigh, kneading the flesh there with playful pressure. “As much as I love the sound of you moaning my name, that’s enough to make us end up in a ditch. And I'm sure neither one of us wants the night to end like that, now do we?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t call me a tease, then.” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Point taken,” Owen grinned. He leaned over, kissing me hard at the next stop light. “I do hope to hear you moan like that in a little bit, though. You have no idea what that does to me.” He pulled my hand to his crotch, where I could feel a rather impressive bulge had formed.
“Oh, I think I might actually have a pretty good idea what that does to you,” I said, pulling my hand back as one of his started to caress my breasts. “By the way, light’s green again. Why do I have to keep reminding you of that? I thought you said you were good at this multitasking thing. You weren't telling lies to me, were you?” I laughed cheekily.
“Shit.”
I laughed again, and he pulled away again as a car honked behind us.
“I can’t help myself around you. You’re so distracting. Man, I can't get my mind to focus on anything else.”
He kept his hand on my thigh as he drove, caressing, kneading, and teasing me with his fingertips at nearly every stop until the gates around his house came into view. He gnawed at his lip, giving me a smoldering glance as he parked the car.
I licked my lips, tugging the bottom one between my teeth just thinking about what was to come. He smiled broadly at me and shook his head, coming around my side of the car and opening the door for me. “Don’t let me fall for you, Nalia,” he said, breathless. “Seriously.”
I raised an eyebrow, staring up at him, and grinned. “Maybe you already have.”
He laughed, mumbling, “Cheeky little thing, aren’t you,” before picking me up and pressing me against the side of the car, grinding his hips into me, his growing erection rubbing against my panties with delectable pressure.
I smiled, brushing my lips against his earlobe and moaned, low and sweet. “Ohhh, Owen, mmmm!”
“Oh, hell yeah. That’s music to my ears,” he groaned, his dick stiffening with a throbbing tightness against me. He pulled his mouth away from mine and then moved, throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me caveman-style to the front door as I shrieked and laughed. “You’ve done it now,” he chuckled, swatting me on the ass as I squirmed and wiggled playfully. “I warned you about that moaning.”
“Put me down!” I giggled, still squirming. His hand squeezed my ass.
“All that wiggling around isn’t helping your case any, young lady,” he added as he laughed and tossed me onto the large, plush sectional in his living room. It had a huge ottoman in front of it. It made the sofa nearly as big as a regular bed.
“Now, take off that little skirt of yours,” he commanded. “It’s been driving me nuts all day. Distracting as hell. All I've been able to think about is what I know lies under it. God, girl, you have no idea how crazy it's made me seeing you in that.”
I smiled up at him and hooked my thumbs into the top of my skirt, wriggling out of it like a snake shedding its skin, revealing the silky, red panties I had on. He let out a pleased sound at the sight of them and stroked the outside of his jeans, his erection straining against the denim. I squeezed my knees together and bit my lip, sitting up on my elbows as I watched him.
Owen kept his gaze glued to mine, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his fit, chiseled abs and those perfectly shaped pecs as the muscles shifted in his arms. I let out another soft moan, unable to help it at the sight of his body, including those cut lines going down his hips on each side.
Without prompting, I pulled off my own shirt to reveal my tanned skin and a matching red bra. His breath hitched as his gaze burned over me. He undid his jeans and shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, stroking himself as he stepped out of them, his gaze staying on me all the while.
“God, you’re beautiful, Nalia,” he groaned before he climbed on the couch, his erection dragging against my thighs and my stomach as he hovered over me. His mouth tenderly covered mine, and our tongues began a slow, tantric dance. I reached my hand between his thighs, caressing his hot, fully erect hardness, swallowing his moans against my lips. My blood was so hot in my veins now that it felt as if I might burst into flames at any moment. The moisture between my thighs was almost dripping down my legs.
No, there was nothing wrong with this. Nothing at all. We had an amazing sexual chemistry, we were both attracted to each other, and sometimes it was nice to feel the touch of someone else’s body. It was that simple. There was no reason to let this get complicated. There was nothing more to this than two people simply having a good time, right?
I reached behind me, unclasping my bra. He groaned as it fell away from my breasts. Taking one nipple between his lips, he gently began sucking. His hand kneaded my other breast, with the pad of his thumb stroking my nipple. I arched my back to meet his touch. This time, I moaned, but the sound was quickly swallowed up by his mouth as he kissed me again.