Page 53 of Deserving Lara
He grinned. “More,” he said a little firmer, using his strength to pull her all the way up so she was sitting astride his chest. Her pussy was a few inches from his face now, and Lara felt herself getting wet thinking about having his mouth on her. That definitely wasn’t something that had happened while she was a captive. Anything that gave her pleasure was off the table. It was all abouthim.
She jerked in surprise when Owl’s hands slipped under her shirt.
“This okay?”
She nodded quickly.
His gaze was locked on her face as his hands moved upward. They gently cradled her breasts and his thumbs tweaked her nipples.
Yet again, she was thrust back into the basement, but as she gazed down into Owl’s face, those memories faded. This was nothing like then. Owl’s hands were gentle and felt good on her skin.
“You’re perfect,” he mumbled. “You fit my hands like you were made for me.”
He gently squeezed her, and it didn’t hurt. Not in the least. Lara instinctively arched into his touch.
“That’s it. Let me make you feel good. Because that’s how you makemefeel. You have no idea how much of a turn-on you are right now. You’re strong, and capable, and in charge.”
Every word out of his mouth was meant to give her control, and amazingly, the longer Owl touched her, the more she wanted him to continue.
Lifting her hands, she placed them over his, through the shirt. She encouraged him to squeeze her harder.
“Easy, sweetheart. We’ll get there. Just let me love you gently.”
Panting, Lara dropped her hands and braced herself on his shoulders. How long he caressed her, she had no idea. But suddenly it wasn’t enough. She was soaked. Her nipples were rock hard and she needed more. She needed to come.
Moving quickly, and dislodging his hands in the process, she shifted to the side and yanked off her panties before lifting a leg back across his chest.
“Make me come,” she demanded as she stared down at him almost defiantly.
“With pleasure. Closer, Lara. Put your pussy on my mouth.”
His words made desire shoot through her body. She’d never been a fan of dirty talk, but with this man? She loved it.
Scooting forward, she watched as Owl licked his lips in anticipation. She was practically dripping now. He brought one hand up and scrunched the pillow under his head again, lifting himself a little higher, and then he used his other hand to palm one of her ass cheeks.
Lara yelped as he dove forward, burying his head between her legs.
The first lick of his tongue through her slit felt amazing, but it was when he latched onto her clit and began sucking as if his life depended on it that her heart felt as if it stopped beating.
“Owl,” she murmured, trying to pull herself away from his intense lovemaking.
But he tightened his hold on her ass and held her against him as he licked and slurped up every ounce of pleasure that dripped from her body.
“So beautiful,” he murmured before licking her once more.
Looking down, Lara could hardly believe this was happening. The lovemaking she’d experienced in the past had been very vanilla. She’d lain on her back while her boyfriends entered her. It felt good, but it had never been this…intense.
Her hips began moving without any input from her brain. She humped Owl’s face, trying to get as much stimulation on her clit as she could.
“That’s it. Fuck my face,” he encouraged.
In any other situation, Lara would probably be mortified. But she was so close to a monster orgasm, she couldn’t muster the energy to think about anything other than getting off.
She moved a hand between her legs to finish herself off, but Owl wasn’t having that. He pushed her fingers away. “That’s my job,” he said fiercely, before lifting his head and latching his lips onto her clit.
Lara froze for a moment—before suddenly flying into a million pieces. The orgasm was so powerful, it almost hurt. In a good way. It had been so long since she’d felt anything like it, but at the same time,thisfeeling was completely new.
Owl had turned her inside out, and as she shook and trembled, she felt safer than she ever had in her life.
