Owning Olivia

“Silas, it’s ok. Everything is ok. If you need something from me, I want you to have it,” I whispered into the dark. He didn’t stop kissing my body, he just trailed his lips back up to my ear and in that moment my heart felt like it would collapse under the weight of so much affection toward him. How had l lived my whole life without him when now it felt as if I needed him to catch my next breath?

“I am so hungry for you and it makes me scared I won’t be gentle once we start. I worry that if I hurt you, I’ll lose you.”

I felt like I needed to make a move, show him I wanted him, all of him, even the dark parts. I moved my hand between us and touched his penis, letting my nails softly graze him. His dick jumped in anticipation. I felt brave in that moment, so I grabbed his manhood in my hand and slowly began to move my hand up and down catching the few drops of precum in my palm and lifting it to my mouth to taste him. His eyes bulged in shock at first and then flared with raw lust.

“I want to taste you. I want to make you feel good like you did for me. Will you show me how?”

“You don’t have to do that, Olivia,” he said softly. But I wanted to. I wanted to know what it was like to have this man at my mercy, I wanted him to know I was his, I needed to know he was mine too.

He got up and stood in front of me while I watched him from the bed. Silas was strong, all muscle, all man, and my mouth watered at the sight. I was mesmerized by how handsome he was. I slid off on the bed too and kneeled on the floor in front of him. I looked up past his engorged erection and into his eyes. The thrill of anticipation had me scared and excited all at once. Silas placed a shaky hand in my hair.

“You sure about this?” he asked, trepidation in his voice. I took him into my hands and licked him from base to tip before I placed my lips around the head taking him farther into my mouth. He tenderly gathered my hair and moved it away from my face. When I looked up, our eyes connected and I felt wetness bloom between my legs with the rush of knowing I was giving him pleasure that only I could. I grabbed his balls in my hand and gently cradled them, slowly scraping the orbs with my fingernails. He shivered from the sensation, and I felt a surge of power. Here was this strong, untouchable man coming undone before me.

“Your mouth feels…Holy Christ…” He didn’t finish the sentence, instead he growled, fisting my hair. His reaction spurred me on and I kept taking more of him into my throat wanting to please him in any way possible. I slid my tongue along the ridge of his penis, trying to prolong his desire.

“Olivia, it’s so good. I want to let go.” I nodded my head encouraging him to do what he needed for his release. He grabbed my hair with both hands and I felt a sting as he pulled me by the hair to get at more of my mouth. He thrust deep, but the pain felt strangely good; it was erotic and I liked it. He started to pump his cock slowly into my mouth, then sped faster and faster.

“Your mouth is so fucking hot. I can’t wait until I’m buried deep in your perfect pussy. I can still taste you on my tongue.” He growled as I moaned which only seemed to encourage him more. His legs started to shake as he pumped his cock deeper into my throat. I scratched my nails up and down his thighs.

“Your mouth is so hot, Olivia. You need to move back. I’m about to come.” I didn’t want to move; I wanted to taste him. I kept my mouth in place and savored the texture of his skin.

“Your hot little mouth…” He grunted and I felt a shot of fluid burst into my mouth. I loved the taste because it came from Silas. His breathing was heavy, the sounds coming from his throat sounded primal, and I couldn’t possibly be more turned on. He tried to push away, but I caressed him with my tongue wanting to savor every last drop.

As soon as he recovered, he kneeled down on the floor in front of me and kissed me passionately. His tongue invaded my mouth and swirled with mine as his hands moved down my spine, landed on my waist and held me tightly to him. Naked, skin on skin, chest to chest, our hearts galloping ahead where our minds couldn’t keep up with them.