Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Slowly, he peeled himself off the bed before removing his trousers.
For the first time, Orla saw him fully erect.
It was a mouthwatering sight. His cock was thick and long.
His broad cockhead, the most delicious shade of pink, was already dripping with precum.
He was more than big enough to stretch her wonderfully, and way too much for her to swallow fully.
She liked the idea of choking on his cock. But for now, she wanted him inside her.
“Up on all fours. Face the headboard,” he demanded. His voice was rough and breathy, only serving to make her wetter.
She expected him to line himself up with her entrance, but instead she felt a sharp slap on her ass. She hissed in surprise before feeling Owain rub and kiss away the sting.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he reminded her.
“Keep going,” she said. “I want whatever you give me.”
What he gave her was another sharp slap, this time to her other cheek.
He spread her legs wide, and for a third time, he spanked her, this time right on her pussy.
Surprising them both, sunflowers burst free, falling along the bedchamber floor as a mix of a moan and a scream came out of her lips.
She had never known such intense pleasure.
Her clit throbbed and her core clenched, begging for more.
“Hmm, you like that, goddess?”
Again and again and again he spanked her, alternating between strikes on her ass and her sex until she was so wet she was dripping on the bed.
An incomprehensible number of flowers littered the tiny room.
Orla conjured more and more with every strike from Owain’s hand.
She had never felt this mix of pleasure and pain so intensely before.
Each time his hand landed on her sex, she felt her inner walls clench. She was desperate for release.
“Next time you put yourself in harm’s way, remember this.
” He smacked her one last time before returning his mouth to her core.
He meant it as a threat, but Orla would happily let him take her this way as often as he liked.
With his mouth returned to her sex, it took mere moments before she was coming on his tongue, her arousal dripping down his chin.
“I need,” she said breathlessly. “I need—” Her mind was a blank of pleasure. She could hardly form words.
“I have exactly what you need.”
Owain flipped her onto her back before hovering over her. He kissed her again and again before he finally lined his cockhead up to her entrance.
“You are everything I didn’t know I was allowed to have,” he whispered in her ear before slowly sinking his thick cock into her.
Their joining was euphoria like neither of them had ever experienced.
Owain started to move, pumping himself in and out of her, moaning every time her inner walls fluttered around him.
He began moving faster, setting a demanding pace as Orla matched him stroke for stroke.
As they took their pleasure together, Orla kissed up Owain’s jaw and neck before biting into the strong slope of his shoulder.
He hissed out her name before she licked the area.
She couldn’t get enough of feeling him. And she felt him everywhere.
His hands on her breasts, grabbing her ass, running up her thighs.
In that moment, she truly felt worshiped by him. Owain moved, shifting his hips, his cock hitting her deeper with every thrust. He worked his hand between them, circling her clit with his thumb.
It was everything. The feeling of him inside her, his talented fingers working her body, and his gaze.
Through it all, with every thrust, Owain’s gaze never left hers.
In it, she could see his love shining like a beacon in his pale blue depths.
Breathlessly, Orla told him she loved him over and over again as she shattered, breaking apart around him, screaming his name as she came, her magic overcoming her in an unstoppable wave.
She had never come so hard in her life. She felt her arousal flooding around Owain’s cock inside her.
Stars burst behind her eyes. She had become lost in their shared pleasure.
Her moans filled the cabin as the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth was his tender gaze, never wavering from hers.
As she came down from her orgasm, Owain rolled them over so that she was on top.
He thrust inside her, even deeper than before.
With one hand, he held her shoulder, helping her sink farther down his length as she moaned.
With his other, he smacked her ass just as hard as before. She cried out at the sensation.
“Yes,” she moaned over and over.
“Look at you sitting on my cock; a goddess on her throne.” Orla came again, clenching around his hard length as Owain continued to pump inside her, pace quickening as he came with a loud grunt, spending deeply into Orla.
They were both panting and covered in sweat.
He smiled up at her loving at the look of bliss on her face.
Owain stayed in her for a while longer, both reveling in their bodies being connected in this way. They kissed and touched, memorizing the feel of their bodies being intertwined.
Slowly, he rolled and pulled out of her. Owain grabbed a warm towel from the washroom, gently wiping between Orla’s legs before rejoining her on the bed.
“Are you well?” he asked. She hadn’t said anything since she came.
“I am more than well. By the Gods, that was—” She paused. “There are no words. I love you, Owain.”
“I love you, Orla,” he said, gently kissing her forehead.
They stayed together in bed the rest of the day, indulging in each other’s bodies again and again and again.