The doors banged against their hinges as a cold spray from the storm blew in, but I didn't care. How could I care with a man as attractive as Owen standing half-naked in front of me. His eyes met mine, dark and hungry, a need filling them to the point of pain. He pressed his mouth against mine, his lips cool but his tongue hot. The contrast was startling and wonderful, making me ache to take him completely inside me.
I nibbled my way along his jawline, feeling his shoulders flex beneath my fingers, a small moan of want escaping his perfect lips. I kissed his Adam's apple, down the the strong curve of his collarbone, down to one hard, erect nipple. He groaned slightly, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took it in my mouth. It was rock solid from the cold, and I could only imagine the pleasure my hot mouth was sending through him as I flicked it with my tongue.
Slowly, I worked my way lower, kneeling in front of the bulge growing in his pants. With a wicked grin, I looked up and worked the zipper down on his dress pants. As the button came loose in my hands, his manhood stood ready for me. Inching the wet pants off his sculpted ass, followed quickly by his boxers and socks, I soon had him completely naked in front of me.
I stared at his perfection. The rain gleamed on his muscles, tiny drops of water that I envied for being able to touch him so closely.
"Kaylee..." I loved the way my name sounded on his lips, his voice thrillingly gruff. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, watching his face react to sheer pleasure as I took him into my mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, his eyes closing and his fingers grabbing at my hair. I rocked gently back and forth, sucking and licking, enjoying the taste of his skin. He seemed to grow in my mouth, swelling with a need only I could meet.
He pulled up gently on my hair as I stopped to take a breath, coaxing me to my feet. He gave me an appreciative smile before a concerned look took over his face.
"Kaylee, you're shivering." He ran his hands up and down along my bare skin, goosebumps covering every inch. I wasn't sure if I was shivering from the cold, or from pure desire making me vibrate with need.
"We need to warm you up," he said softly, an eager grin spreading across his face. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."
Strong fingers slid the straps of my soaked dress from my shoulders, a sheen of wetness coating my entire body. Slowly, so slowly I almost begged him to go quicker so I could touch him again, he peeled my dress from my body, followed by the sheer panties. Inch by inch he worked the wet fabric down, caressing every part of my skin until I was bare and trembling before him. With every stroke, warm tendrils of sensation swirled across my chilled skin.
My teeth started chattering, despite my best efforts to stop them. My desire was red hot, but my body was chilled to the bone. Owen effortlessly swept me into his arms, and in three steps we were in the marble bathroom, the usually cold tile feeling warm against my frozen feet as Owen gently set me down.
He stepped into the giant glass shower, his ass just begging to be spanked. I reached out to touch it, giving the firm muscle a good squeeze. He tightened, showing off the full strength of his ass. A thrill of anticipation surged through me. The water hissed as Owen stepped back out, letting the shower get to full heat. In one smooth motion, he closed the bathroom door and pulled me close to him. Steam was already beginning to condense on the mirror, the room growing warm.
"Now, where were we?" he whispered into my ear, his hand tracing the line of my shoulder. I kissed him, showing him exactly where we had left off. He kissed me again, a no-holds-barred kiss that rocked my world. My body shifted from rainwater ice to shower steam hot, the fire within me begging to be quenched by him.
He continued trailing down my arm, his fingers tracing the hollow of my elbow before making the leap to my ribs. With eyes intent on mine, he cupped my breast in his hand, strumming the erect nipple with his thumb. Desire thrummed through me, vibrating my body as though I were a guitar string. He kissed me again, sending me straight to heaven as he played my body like a musical instrument.
"Owen...please, I need you," I gasped. I ached in only a way he could soothe.
With a low animal growl he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the sink. The room was thick with steam, the white mist swirling around the room and fogging the mirror. Owen stood before me, his manhood ready to take me. I guided him in, gasping at the wonderful sensation as he filled me to breaking. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into me.
I dug my nails into his back as he thrust, his ass flexing and releasing against my calf muscles. My moans echoed through the marble bathroom, begging him for more. A sheen of sweat broke out across his brow as his muscles worked.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me off the sink, flipping me around. My hands went to the mirror to steady myself as he pulled my hips back toward him. He was within me again in a moment, his face reflecting pure lust in the fogged mirror. His hands went to the mirror as he pressed his body against mine, pushing and pulling, the two of us working in tandem to create pure bliss.
Owen's speed increased, his hips bucking back and forth, putting his hands on my hips to guide me where he wanted. The heat of his hands, the motion of his hips, the breathless groans of delight were sending me toward climax. I could tell he was climbing with me, the two of us crashing into sweet oblivion at the same time.
His thrusting slowed, and my body trembled from pleasure rather than cold. I felt like I might never stop shaking and I was all right with that. Owen turned me toward him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply.
"You're still too cold," he said with a grin, gently pushing me toward the steaming glass shower. I stepped inside, letting the hot water sluice down my body. My feet burned a little as the lingering cold finally escaped my flesh. Owen closed the glass door behind him, looking me up and down with obvious approval.
"What?" I asked, catching the hot water in my hands and pouring it over my shoulders.
"You are just so damn beautiful," he said softly, the word beautiful echoing off the glass walls. "Turn around."
I turned so I was facing the shower head, a blush heating my face from the compliment. When Owen said I was beautiful, I believed him.
Owen placed one hand on my bicep, wrapping the other around to my front. I moaned softly as he explored my feminine folds, questing for my pleasure center. He found it quickly, letting out a raw sound of male appreciation at my wetness. Using soft circles, he began to massage and tease, coaxing me toward bliss. I leaned back into him, letting myself get lost in the moment.
"You are so incredibly sexy," he whispered, his lips brushing against my shoulder and adding to the fabulous sensations coursing through my body. "You turn me on so much. I love the way you taste."
My body started to tremble, his words and fingers sending me to the point of no return. He kept whispering in my ear, "You feel so tight and amazing. You feel so good. Come for me, Kaylee."
With a cry, my body shuddered, the lights swirling into a kaleidoscope
of color and pleasure. My knees buckled, unable to support the sheer volume of bliss coursing through me. Owen held me up, his fingers still working their magic, making my body vibrate with bliss.
When he finally released me, my breaths came in ragged pants. His arms stayed strong around me, holding me so I wouldn't fall to my knees in happy surrender. He kissed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly to find him breathing almost as hard as I was.
The lights suddenly flickered as thunder boomed, shaking the windows outside. Owen and I exchanged a quick glance before promptly exiting the shower. I glanced at the mirror and started laughing, Owen joining in as he followed my gaze.