Rescue Breathing (13 page)

“
Owen
…let go of my hands. I want to touch you.”

He releases my wrists, which immediately
gives me a sense of relief—not just because I can now touch him,
but also because he responded when I asked. He rolls onto his back,
scooting up to get his legs onto the mattress. From the way we're
now positioned, his waist is just about at my eye level. I can't
tear my eyes away from the sight of the head of his penis escaping
the top of his underwear, and I lick my lips.

“
Now that you have me, what are you going
to do with me?” he asks, a small smile coming to his
lips.

I roll onto my belly, batting my lashes at
him, tapping my chin in contemplation. “So many possibilities, Mr.
Maxwell.”

I lie on my stomach and look up at him,
kicking my legs in the air, smiling, thinking, and planning. He has
his arms tucked behind his head. I lean over and plant a kiss on
the side of his ribs. I know that's a particularly ticklish spot
for most people, but it can be a surprisingly erotic zone too. He
shudders and I grin with satisfaction. I kiss him again, this time
with an open mouth, leaving a wet trail along his skin. Pulling
back, I blow a cooling breath over him. He shudders
again.

I love the power sexuality can give a
woman. Not in a slutty way, but in an erogenous way.

I kiss my way down his side, and when I
get to the famous
“V,” I
start to follow it toward the band of his briefs. The closer and
closer I get to my goal, the sharper his breaths become. I reach my
tongue out and just barely touch it to the tip of his penis. He
jumps about an inch off the bed and I laugh out loud.

“
My, you have a startle reflex. Relax. Let
me make you feel good.”

I smooth a hand up his thigh and over his
boxers, rubbing his considerable bulge.
After hooking my fingers into the waistband, I
pull them down while Owen lifts his hips marginally, just enough
for me to rid him of his tight boxers.
He. Is. Huge
.

“
Holy shit,” I blurt and clamp my hand over
my mouth, embarrassed that I said that out loud.

He laughs.
Suddenly I'm taken over by the knowledge that we
are in fact going to fuck tonight. We are at that 'yeah, there's no
turning back once you give him a blowjob'
point. And I don
't want to turn back from this point, but for some
reason, I feel like I should check that we're on the same page. I
lean up on my elbow and look up at him, gently stroking the
sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh. “We're good, right?
This...this is okay?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Owen

Please don
't fucking stop now,
I
think to myself.

Noting a bit of hesitation in her voice, I
tilt Olivia's face towards mine and smile. She looks scared,
unsure. Where did that sexy confidence go? I gently run my fingers
through her hair, tucking a wayward strand behind her
ear.

“
You're amazing, Olivia, and I want you.
Badly, to be quite honest with you. You're incredibly sexy and
fuckable...” I say, darting my eyes between hers, trying to gauge
where her head is at. “But if you're unsure…like,
at
all
, I can wait.” I look
at my wristwatch. “Say another hour?” I joke, trying to break the
awkward tension.

Olivia smiles up at me, her chin now
resting on my chest. She grabs hold of my dick and squeezes as she
rises to her knees, bending her head to take me into her
mouth.

“
Ohhh-kay then,” I growl. “We're most
definitely good.”

As Olivia strokes me, I gently push her
hair back and over her shoulder so I can see what she's doing. Men
are visual creatures, and I am no exception. I watch intently as
Olivia spends time kissing, licking, and sucking the head of my
cock. She steals a glance up at me now and then, and I give her an
encouraging smile.
Holy shit. She'
s good. Really good.

I run my hand through her hair and groan
as Olivia licks her way up and down my shaft, sucking the plush
head.
I've been with
enough women to know that there are those who play along and those
who know what they want. Olivia knows what she wants, and I'm it.
She turns me on mentally and sexually, and I rarely find that. It's
refreshing and scary as fuck all at the same time.

Watching my cock slide in and out of her
mouth is so fucking hot; I need to think about ASPCA commercials,
and sad homeless dogs, in order to not come on the spot. My hand is
tangled in her soft hair, and I'm struggling to keep calm and not
ram my cock down her perfect little throat. I know my size can be
intimidating, but Olivia takes her time sucking me off. That shows
me that she actually enjoys giving me head and that's a major
turn-on too. Damn.

“
Your mouth feels amazing, Olivia,” I groan
as she dips lower to lick my balls. “Holy
fuck
,” I shudder, my stomach muscles contracting as
she continues to worship my cock.

I can
't take much more. She's got me too worked up. If she
continues, I'll be a one-pump chump and that'll be the end of the
evening. I gently push her by the shoulders, easing her off of me
and she lets out a groan like she just dropped her ice cream
cone.

“
Lie on your back, beautiful. It's time I
got a taste.”

Olivia pulls a pillow from the top of the
bed and lies back against it. My hands reach up slip into the waist
band of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. I throw
them over my shoulder with a grin. Her hands run over her stomach
and she squeezes her breasts, anticipation glittering in her eyes.
Letting her legs fall open slightly, she exposes herself to me but
gives no hint of embarrassment. She's comfortable in her own skin,
and that turns me on even more.

I grab my wine glass and throw back what's
left of my glass.

Olivia laughs.
“What, you need to be drunker to go down on
me?”

I remain silent and instead lie down
between her legs, throwing her a naughty grin.
I plant a kiss on the inside of her knee
and she shivers. Placing a hand just above each of her knees, I
gently push them apart, leaving wet kisses up the inside of her
thigh.

“
Mmmm...” Olivia lets out a whimpering
moan. “
Owen
…
Please…”

“
Shhh… I've been waiting for this.
Fantasizing about what you'd taste like, sound like. Let me make
you feel good, Liv,” I say as I lower my head between her spread
thighs. I softly kiss the apex of her slit, darting my tongue over
her opening, tasting her for the first time. “Mmmm…” I exhale,
savoring her taste. “Perfection.” I growl as my index finger slides
between her folds. She'
s
so wet.
“Did I do this
to you?” I ask. “Did I make you this wet?”

I look up at her, but she only smiles
wickedly at me. I hold her hips still with my large hands as I
lower my head and lick her from ass to clit, my tongue flicking
once, twice, three times across her bundle of sensitive
nerves.

“
Yessss,” she whines. “You… You made me
this way. Please don'
t
stop, Owen,
” she
pleads.

The way Olivia calls out my name when
she's turned on could become addictive. I fucking love it. In that
moment, I'd do anything she'd ask me to do to her. I watch intently
as I slowly run my finger up and down her wet slit before slipping
it inside her. In and out. Slowly. My mouth gapes as I watch my
finger twist 180 degrees inside her and pull out, only to repeat
the steady motion. I dip my head lower, my tongue bathing her sweet
pussy.

Olivia
's moans grow louder as I eat her out. I alternate fast and
steady licks to her clit with slow, attentive lapping at her
opening. Up and down her slit, again and again. I look up and find
that Olivia is no longer watching me. She grabs at her breasts, her
head pressed hard into the mattress. Her eyes shut tight. The
muscles on her stomach contract and relax as she struggles to
maintain control of herself.

“
Fuck, Owen ...
” she whispers faintly.

I continue to feast on her, committing
every moment of this to my brain. My fingers smear her wetness
across her pussy before I start to French kiss her clit, paying
close attention to the little mysterious, hardened nub that will
soon shoot her into ecstasy. I start to suck on it as my hands
press down on her lower belly to hold her in place when she starts
to writhe beneath me. Olivia's hands rake through my hair, gently
pulling it while pushing me harder onto her sex.

“
That's so fucking hot…
Ahhh...yes…”

Sounds of my sucking her clit fill the room
as her breathing starts to quicken.

“
Owen, oh God...
” She exhales. “If you suck on my clit one more
time, I'm going to come...Please...I want to wait.”

Music to my ears. I grin up at her
wickedly and seal my lips around her clit. I push my tongue against
it and suck hard. And just like that, she makes good on her
promise.

“
Ahhhhh God, Owen!” she yells with a
throaty moan. Her legs instinctively close around my head, but my
hands keep them apart. I'm not near done with her, and I'm riding
this out for the duration.

Olivia
's back arches up from the bed as I continue to lap at her
and gently kiss her clit while she comes so it's not too intense.
The sounds she's making are some of the most erotic moans I've
heard. Ever. Better than any experience I've had or porno I've
watched.

She falls back on to the bed with a
satisfied moan and makes an attempt at catching her breath.
Satisfied that I've made her come once already, I kiss the inside
of her thigh and sit up on my heels to look at her. She's beautiful
with her hair sprawled out behind her and her hand absently lying
across the pale skin of her breasts. Her cheeks are flushed and a
smile is plastered on her face. I think I did well.

Olivia opens her eyes to look at me and
smiles. “Owen, that was…
I, um
…
Come here.
”

I climb up next to her and she grabs my
face in her hands, kissing me deeply. She can taste herself on my
lips. It's so hot.

My mouth moves down her throat,
alternating between soft and nibbling kisses to her collarbone. “Do
you want me, Olivia? Do you want me here?" I ask, my hand gliding
down her stomach to cup her sex. “Because if you don't, tell me
now,” I growl as I start to stroke my cock. “Either way, I'm
coming. It can be in you or on you. Your choice.”

Olivia shoots me a seductive smile and
reaches over to the night table. She pulls out the drawer, and
several condoms jostle around inside. Was she expecting me? Why
would she have condoms at the ready? Who the hell cares?

Olivia rips open the condom wrapper with
her teeth and holds it out to me. “Put this on.”

I rear up on my knees and lock eyes with
hers as I slide the condom down my long, thick length. Olivia gets
up on her knees too and pushes me back so I'm lying across the bed.
She straddles my hips and leans forward, kissing me gently at
first, then deeply. Her hand grabs ahold of my aching cock and
nudges me between the lips of her sex. She rests her forehead
against mine as she slowly starts to slide down onto my
length.

Oh.
Holy. Fuck.
She feels amazing, and I cannot help but let out a
groan of pleasure. As she takes more of me, she lets out a faint
whimper. This whimper isn't of pleasure; it's of pain.

“
You okay?” I ask with genuine
concern.

Olivia smiles, nods, and pushes down
again. Her eyes flutter closed as she finally takes all of me.
“
Owen
…” she exhales and stills
herself.

I feel her warmth enveloping as she grips
me tight.
Once Olivia
feels comfortable, she leans forward and kisses me lightly on the
mouth. She sits up and her hands rest on my stomach as she
accommodates my size.

I place my hands behind me and sit up off
the bed, pushing myself even deeper inside of her. Olivia lets out
a yelp and I wince, hating that I might have caused her any pain. I
put a hand on her neck and another on her hip and kiss her so
sweetly, so tenderly, trying to make her forget about the slight
discomfort. I pull on her hip, encouraging her to start moving.
Olivia takes the hint and very slowly and cautiously starts to move
herself against me.

You ever have those moments that you know
are going to be etched in your mind until the day you die? A moment
that is so perfect, so right, so...beautiful? This is one of those
unbelievably rare moments for me. This will sound corny as hell,
but the look on Olivia's face when she lowered herself onto me, the
way she felt as her warmness surrounded me, was magical and
something I've never experienced. What
is
it about her?

My hand slides up her back, grabbing her
by the back of the neck as I bring her mouth to mine.
I softly kiss her lips and
gently suck on her bottom lip until it slips out of my mouth.
Olivia eventually finds a pace she's comfortable with and I rock
with her, letting her control it. She wraps her arms around my
neck, pressing her firm breasts against my chest as I push and
pull. It's a slow, steady pace, and it feels incredible, but I need
more. I twist my body and take her with me, easily and quickly
laying her beneath me. My cock slips out of her and I groan as we
disconnect.