“Not yet,” I scolded him. “I told you, I'm the one in charge here.”
“Damn,” he answered, his breath ragged. “Are you trying to kill me, Nalia? Shit, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out like this!”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I simply smiled at him, a lustful, flirtatious smile that I could see had the effect of driving him even wilder. I kept my eyes locked into his as I ran my hands over his chest, marveling at the way he was built—so powerful, muscles so hard and chiseled, without an ounce of flab anywhere on him. He really was close to perfect. And this body was mine, all mine for the whole night.
Leaning down, I trailed kisses along his chest, right above his heart. Silently, I considered what I was doing as a thought suddenly entered my mind. It had been an unconscious action, but I guess I had just wanted to be close to his heart. He probably wouldn’t understand the meaning, and I wasn’t so sure I fully understood what was going on, either, but tonight, it didn’t matter. Tonight, we were just going to lose ourselves in the moment.
I allowed my tongue to trace a trail over his pecs, slowly tasting the saltiness of his skin as it moved over it. He didn’t flinch, but I could hear the change in his breathing, feel the strain of him against his jeans. When I reached his belly button, I allowed myself to slide with tantalizing slowness down his body, my fingers working on the button of his fly.
“Nalia,” he warned as I flicked it open and pulled down his zipper.
I looked up and gave him a stern shake of my head. “No talking, Owen. Don’t forget, I’m the one in charge here,” I murmured. “Now, do as I tell you and raise your hips.”
His expression was stormy, but he did as I instructed so I could pull his jeans down over his hips and to his ankles, sliding back up to free him from his boxers. He was pulsating against my hand, hot, swollen, and as hard as a rock. I ran my thumb over the tip, causing him to jerk ever so slightly beneath my touch. He was ready, and so was I.
“What do you want?” I asked softly, looking up at him. His eyes were hungry, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at me.
“I want you.”
“How badly?”
“Like I’ve never wanted anyone before in my life. Please, Nalia, you’re killing me.”
I squeezed him gently, earning a groan in response, knowing that I couldn’t last much longer myself. But I was determined. He wasn't going to get me just yet. I wanted to drag the experience out a little more.
It didn’t matter that I wanted it as badly as he did, I was enjoying the feeling of control. I caressed the head of his long, powerful member with gentle fingertips, and he shuddered and moaned at the pleasure it brought.
“Jesus, Nalia,” he uttered as I began to stroke his shaft up and down in a gentle rhythm. It wasn’t easy to maintain the feather light touch, only just brushing my hand over it when I wanted to wrap my fingers around his hard length and have my way with him. He twisted and turned, gasping loudly with ecstasy.
“Are you ready, Owen?” I purred.
“Are you kidding? Damn, Nalia, I can't hold on for another fucking minute! I need you. Now. So fucking badly.”
I wiggled out of my skirt and panties and slid up his body, rubbing his hard planes against my already heated skin. “I won’t make you suffer for too much longer. You've been a good boy, and you deserve a reward, I think.”
“Thank God,” he breathed as I brushed my lips over his. “How long before I can touch you? You don't understand how bad you're torturing me right now.”
“Soon,” I promised, sliding back down again, my stomach gliding over his. God, he was so hard. Moisture pooled between my thighs in anticipation. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, I located the ever-present condom and opened it, pulling out the slim rubber before reaching for him again. He groaned and hit his head against the headboard, his hands clenching the sheets as I pressed my lips to his bulging tip before sliding the condom over him.
The anticipation was building and becoming far too intense to hold out for much longer. I rose up on my knees and positioned myself above him, looking him directly in his eyes. “Do you know who you are fucking tonight?”
“You,” he growled, his eyes boring into mine. “Only you, Nalia. Only you.”
Satisfied, I lowered myself on him, not stopping until he completely filled me. I groaned as I felt his length press as deeply as I could take him. I caught my breath and spoke. “You can touch me now.”
His hands gripped my hips, and I rose again, moaning as he filled me quickly and completely.
“Yes,” he forced out as my hands blindly touched my own breasts, my orgasm coming hard and quick. His hands tightened on my hips, and I rose up again, allowing him to drive into me. “Come for me, Nalia, only me.”
“Only you,” I whimpered as another wave of pleasure hit me, nearly causing me to collapse against him. He held me in place, his hips pumping into me hard and fast, the bed squeaking from the force. “Owen!”
“Yes!” he shouted, sweat building on his forehead as he gripped my hips, his pace quickening. “God, yes!”
I felt him stiffen, and then he let out a guttural groan as I collapsed against his chest. For a moment, I heard nothing but the harsh breathing and the rapid heartbeat under my cheek. I felt strangely sated, though some of our other sexual encounters had been longer. I had felt the need tonight to keep my heart tucked away in my chest, yet, somehow, I had lost myself in him—heart, body, and soul.
His hand drifted to my hair, and he chuckled, the rumbling under my cheek. “God, you’re amazing.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I said as he slid over and allowed me to fall into the bed.