5. Lyra
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Lyra
Owen’s mouth moves over mine. “Are you sure about this, Lyra?”
I arch my back, pressing my naked breasts into his chest, and let my hands roam over his arms up into his hair, gently gripping it. We shed our clothes the minute we stepped into his cabin so there is nothing between us. “Yes, I’m sure.” I purr, loving the feel of his skin against mine.
He groans low and deep in his throat, then lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing, then lays me on the bed. His kisses shift from sweet and gentle to filthy and possessive as he looms over me—I’m not sure which I prefer.
“So beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.
” He kisses me deeper and harder as he proves his point.
Point definitely taken—my pussy seems to agree as my inner muscles clamp down impatiently waiting for his cock.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” I nod.
“Good, because if it’s too much you need to tell me to stop. Can you do that?”
“Not a chance.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him on top of me. “I want all of you, Owen.”
My whispered vow makes his whole body go tight. His jaw clenches as his deep brown eyes stare at me, pinning me to the spot. “You have no idea the monster you’ve unleashed, Lyra.”
The desperate need bouncing between us feels like it’s spiraling out of control, dying to be unleashed. “Show me,” I whisper, pushing my hips against his, causing him to suck in a breath.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I lift my face expecting him to kiss me, but instead he unhooks my legs from around his waist and lowers himself down the bed until he’s wedged his big shoulders between my thighs.
He slides his big hands under my ass, tilting my hips to give him better access to my pussy.
The first swipe of his tongue has me thrusting my hips against his face.
“More.” I curl my fingers in his hair and roll my hips, riding his face as his tongue pleasures me, stroke after stroke.
I’m seconds from losing my mind when his lips find my clit.
His lips clamp around the little bundle of nerves, and he begins to suck on it.
The pleasure is almost too much, but I need more.
As if reading my mind, he slides two of his huge fingers inside me, stretching me to make room for his large shaft.
The scissoring motion of his fingers and the firm pressure of his lips on my clit has me spiraling out of control.
With the most unladylike groan, I come with his name on my lips.
“That’s it. Come for me.” He blows his hot breath against my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, dragging every last pulse of my orgasm out. “Are you okay?” He pulls his fingers out of me and places them in his mouth with a moan of pure pleasure as he savors my taste.
“I’m more than okay.” With a smile, he leans down and kisses my lips, letting me taste myself on him. “Mmm, I taste good.”
“You taste more than good.” He licks his lips as if searching for more of my taste.
“You taste like heaven. “He doesn’t give me a chance to recover before he’s hovering over me, bracing himself on his thick arms, his hard cock nudging my entrance.
He pushes forward, sinking inside of me, causing my breath to catch at the size of him.
His body freezes. “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” I say, desperate to feel him move inside of me. “I need you. Please.”
His control snaps. He pushes his hips forward, bottoming out, and I feel every inch of him pulsing. “You’re so tight, Lyra.” He groans into my neck, his hips picking up speed as he pumps deeper and faster, bringing me just to the edge before pulling back and starting all over.
Chanting his name, I dig my fingernails into his shoulder, knowing without a doubt it will leave marks. But I don’t care—I want to mark him as mine. “Faster, Owen. I can take it.”
His hips pump faster as he slips a hand between us. Finding my clit he rubs his thumb across it until I’m coming around him, my pussy milking his cock. “Shit.” He moans, emptying himself inside of me with a possessive roar. “Mine.”
“Yours.” I bury my head against his chest as he rolls onto his back, taking me with him and tucking me against his side. “You okay?” His voice is rough but sweet.
“Yeah. I’m more than okay.”
“Good.” He leans down and kisses me like he never wants to let me go. Which is fine with me because I plan on never letting him go either.