Chapter 12 - Trina #2
Owen walks ahead of me, unlocking the door and holding it open for me.
I walk past him like it’s a gauntlet of some sort, my senses on high alert.
I walk quickly into the living room, hearing Owen’s steps behind me.
A long, shaky breath eases through my lips, but the pressure in my chest doesn’t go away.
Are we doing this or not?
Closing my eyes, I try to center myself, knowing that no matter how nervous I am, I still want this to happen, and I’m going to have to figure out a way to get through it.
“Trina?” Owen says, very softly. When I turn around, his face is almost lost in shadow, the only light in the room coming from a small lamp behind him. His dark brown hair looks dusted with gold, and his eyes have that emerald sheen, even in the darkness.
“Yes?” I ask, trying to sound strong.
He takes a step closer and puts his hand on my shoulder. It sends a powerful shiver through me, so shocking that my knees tremble. Owen looks up into my face with a pensive expression as if he wants to say something, but then he shakes his head slightly.
I tilt my head, raising my chin and looking into his eyes, challenging him. Something in the air changes, and he grabs my shoulders, pulling me against him and kissing me.
I struggle against his broad chest a little, but the warmth of his lips and pressure of his tongue banish the nerves, and suddenly my arms are around him, my hands roaming up and down his body as I press our bodies together.
Owen groans as his hands slide around my waist, reaching down to squeeze my ass.
Bending my head back, I take a deep breath, feeling dizzy from the contact. His lips move down my neck, feather-light touches, then deeper, and I feel the tip of his tongue as he gently nibbles down into the hollow of my shoulder.
I run my hands up to the back of his neck, hearing my breathing rasping through my throat, faster and faster as my heart finally rages free of the cage of serenity I tried to keep it in.
Waves of heat pound through me with my rushing blood, pouring rivers of fire across my skin.
I squirm in his arms, harsh gasps bursting from my throat.
Owen makes a small, satisfied sound, bringing his hands back to my shoulders and leaning back to look into my eyes again. Helpless, I stay limp in his hands, staring up at him as sensations in my body collide, leaving me almost shivering with confusion.
Owen leans forward and brushes his lips across mine, savoring me.
I part my lips, reaching for him, and he kisses me harder, then pulls away again until I’m chasing him with my mouth, wriggling out of his grip to press my body against his and writhe, grabbing his arms to give me leverage so I can kiss him even more deeply.
Something in him seems to break, and suddenly his arms are clamped tightly around my waist and his hands are squeezing and groping me all over.
I feel his teeth in my neck, and a long, low growl echoes from his throat.
All my lust immediately turns to fear, and a short, sharp scream tears my throat as I push him away, struggling backwards and almost falling.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and his face is drawn with regret. “I lost control.”
I want to say that it’s okay, but it’s really not, so I just stand there in front of him, almost panting, completely lost for words. Owen tilts his head a little, and there is a hint of fear in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Do you want to stop?”
I almost say yes, I want to, but through the sudden fear, there is heat building, and the fear only seems to make me burn hotter. My body rings with the memory of the last orgasm he gave me, and I know I want more.
Am I brave enough to take it?
Hands trembling, I reach up and grab the straps of my dress, slowly drawing them down my arms until the dress drops around my waist, hanging from my hips, leaving my top half bare. Owen watches, his eyes slowly widening until my breasts come into view, and then his gaze is fixed and steady.
I reach for him, wanting to take a step forward, but also knowing my weak knees won’t allow that. Instead, I just beckon with my hands and try to smile.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper. My voice seems too loud in the quiet room, and Owen almost jumps towards me when he hears my words.
His arms go around my waist as he buries his face between my breasts and picks me up, carrying me to the couch and almost dropping me in his eagerness to get to my body.
He pins me with one hand, using the other to squeeze and grope at my breasts as he caresses my nipples with his lips and tongue.
A splinter of uncertainty pierces my thoughts, making me struggle a little, and when he holds me down even more tightly, the fear overtakes the lust. I struggle again, kicking wildly.
Owen raises his head, loosening his grip slightly as he looks down on me. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I can’t answer immediately because I honestly don’t know. My thoughts spin and drift, overcome by the raging desire building inside me. I reach out and grab his hand, guiding him down my thigh until I feel his fingers through my soaking wet panties.
“Keep going,” I say, my voice unsteady but clear. “Don’t stop.”
Owen’s face breaks into a ferocious, predatory grin. His hand plunges into my pussy, shoving aside my panties to tease my clit and slick, lower lips, and his mouth immediately returns to my breasts.
What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?
Owen’s teeth close on my nipple as his other hand strokes through my slick folds to tease at the opening, and I thrust my hips towards him, grabbing the back of his head, urging him to devour my breasts.
I don’t know… and I don’t care.