He sighed, taking the dollar bill out of his shirt pocket and throwing it on the floor, looking at it with disgust. "If I could have one thing, one fantasy, it would be a time machine, so I could go back in time before you had me pegged as an asshole billionaire. I'd let you fall for me like I've already fallen for you."
I'm his fantasy, I realized. I was speechless, but there was no need to let words do the talking. In the back of my mind, the cautious voice in my head was telling me that he might be making all this up just to get in my panties, but that voice was quickly drowned out. I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.
My hands found their way to his chest, my nails running up and down his body immediately. He shuddered, obviously in shock that his fantasy was about to come true. My T-shirt was next, and with one deft motion, he untied the back of m
y bikini top as well. He didn't remove it, but rather allowed it to hang loosely for a moment. I smiled at him, putting my hands over my small breasts for a moment before peeling off the bikini top.
It was at that moment that his lust hit a breaking point. He stood up from the bar stool, lifting me up like I was weightless. I wrapped my legs around him and he held me up. My hair fell into his face, getting in the way of our kisses as our bodies pressed together. I began to grind against him, pushing my body into his even more, as he walked over to the couch. He set me down gently, then kissed the length of my neck, drinking in my body. He kissed each of my breasts for just a few moments, my nipples hardening as soon as they felt his tongue against them. Then he continued moving down.
I felt a momentary pang of panic as he unbuttoned my jean shorts, but it passed as soon as I looked into his eyes. I saw nothing but honest love emanating from him, and I wanted him to continue. I needed him.
He worked the jean shorts down my long legs before untying my bikini bottoms. Those, too, were off my legs in a heartbeat. He began to kiss up my legs, past my knees, working toward my thighs...
I knew where he was going, and I knew my own body better than he did. After all the walking, the parasailing, and the alcohol, I wasn't at my freshest. I grabbed him by the hair, but he kept moving up. "Owen, you don't have to... to..." I stopped as his tongue met my labia, unable to speak any longer.
The guys I had been with never bothered to give me head, but I could honestly say that that first time Owen performed cunnilingus on me, he changed my world. He devoured me, giving everything that he had to my pleasure. His tongue moved up and down in ways that I hadn't thought possible. As he grabbed my legs and positioned himself to better hit my pleasure center, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long.
As I had when we were on the back of the boat, getting ready to parasail, I felt myself begin to lose control. I could feel myself floating, being dragged up and off by nature itself. Only this time, I felt more prepared. I didn't panic, I let it happen. I let myself be lifted into the sky by the pleasure that coursed through my body, and as I felt myself climbing, I could feel my muscles become more and more tense.
"Oh, Owen," I moaned as I reached into the heavens. My hands went from Owen's hair to the arm of the couch behind me as I braced myself for my orgasm. I felt his tongue lift me higher and higher, until I felt like I was above the clouds. My muscles began to jerk as I found myself in heaven, the pleasure so intense that I squeezed my legs around Owen's head as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked my body.
As the pleasure subsided a little, I felt myself dip back below the clouds. I relaxed my grip on Owen's head, expecting him to stop, but he just kept going at the same pace and intensity. I felt the wind beneath my sails again as I rose even higher into the clouds. I felt my body begin to sweat as my eyes rolled back into my head and I orgasmed again.
As this second orgasm subsided, I grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled hard. He immediately came up to my mouth and kissed me, as he worked his swimming trunks off. I could feel his erection press up against me and I wanted it more than anything.
"Please, Owen. Please, make love to me," I begged, rocking my body up against his. He moved his lips to my ear, kissing me lightly.
I continued to try to take him inside of me. "Wait," he said, but I couldn't help myself. I needed him, worse than I had needed any man in my life. "Wait!" he insisted, but I didn't listen. I heard him groan into my ear, and he obviously wanted this as much as I did. With what must have been Herculean strength, he managed to break from me. I watched his toned ass as he moved to his entertainment center and opened the drawer labeled "Sega Genesis". He reached his hand in and pulled out a condom.
As he turned, I finally got a look at his manhood. It was long and thick, and incredibly sexy. He tore open the wrapper of the condom and rolled it onto his cock. I was on birth control, but I appreciated the gesture and I wasn't about to stop him. He quickly returned, finding the exact position he had left.
"Now I'm ready," he said, and immediately began to push into me. I was so wet, but I could still feel him expanding me, stretching me. I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder as he filled me completely. I heard him moan with pleasure as I enveloped him. He whispered into my ear, "I've wanted this for so long."
He pushed himself up with his huge biceps, making the muscles flex and gleam in the light. I raked my fingernails from where they had dug into his back down his sides, and he began to thrust inside me in earnest. His body, already with a light sheen of moisture on it, began to sweat as he pumped in and out of me. I moved my hands to my breasts as they swayed underneath him, as he growled with appreciation.
No man I had ever been with had the rhythm and strength of Owen Parker. With every mighty thrust within me, I felt like he was going deeper and deeper. I looked at his backside as his hips undulated like a snake and his ass moved back and forth. "Oh, that is so hot," I moaned.
A drop of sweat fell from his forehead right before he pulled out of me, turning me on my side. He got behind me on the couch, putting one arm beneath my neck and the other over my body, grabbing one breast in each hand. I lifted one leg and allowed him to enter my nether regions before wrapping his legs up in mine.
We writhed together as if we were one person. I felt his smooth, hairless chest against my back as he pushed into me with increased intensity. I could feel him squeezing me in tighter, his arms pulling me into him, trying to absorb me. I wanted him to absorb me. With him inside me, I felt whole.
I felt his thrusts get more and more frantic. I knew that he was about to have his own orgasm, and I wanted to be right there with him. My hand moved south, and I began to vigorously rub myself. With him filling me and my own direct stimulation, I felt myself rising toward orgasm even quicker than before.
As my body began to tense up, I felt his breath in my ear. It was coming in ragged bursts now, as he was clearly getting close. "Yes," I moaned. I felt myself rising on the parasail again, only this time I wasn't alone. This time, I had someone in the seat next to me, rising himself, becoming closer to me.
As he slammed into me, groaning into my ear with release, I felt my own body seize up. He hugged me even closer to him as our two bodies moved in tandem, our feet rubbing against each other, our bodies sliding against each other. He continued to breathe in my ear, and with every shudder he made, I got another rush of delight. We flew through the clouds, lifted by a parachute of pleasure, for what seemed like forever.
Finally, he finished. He pulled out of me quickly, before he began to grow soft, and disposed of the condom. He lay back down behind me, snuggling up against me. His big arms wrapped around me, and I felt completely safe and warm. For several minutes, we laid like this while our breathing returned to normal. I should have known better than to ruin the moment, but something had been bothering me.
"What's with the condoms in the Sega Genesis drawer?" I asked.
He burst out laughing, the motion making me shiver with delight. "It's kind of an inside joke. I lost my virginity during a particularly intense game of Sonic the Hedgehog 2. From then on, I made sure that I always had a condom available while I played."
I smiled. What a normal thing to have happen to a billionaire. I should stop thinking about him like that, I thought. He was just a man, and I needed to stop thinking of him as some kind of inhuman thing.
"Do you still have it?" I asked.