Tennis Instructor (A.K.)

Chapter 26: In the Kitchen?

     Awsten knew he shouldn't have chased Owen through his house while he was fully clothed and she was in a bikini. He knew it probably wasn't smart to get so turned on by her squeals as he caught her, and it definitely wasn't his best idea to bend her over his kitchen counter. But her pleased whines and lack of objection had him neglecting any attempts at logic.

     Owen had come over when the house was empty. She was in the mood to lay out by the pool and enjoy the sun's rays, but that peaceful plan was ruined when Awsten came home from work early. His presence meant any relaxation was ran out the door, especially as he started to mess with her.

     She didn't mind his teasing and attention at all, though. She loved the feel of his strong hands grabbing her and bending her over the cold tile, something so impulsive and out of character for herself. Awsten seemed to be the type to take her anywhere he wanted her, and that just happened to be his kitchen.

     With her cheek pressed against the icy marble, Awsten ran his hands up her thighs and over her ass. He was stunned to see how willing she was, acting as if she was a doll for him to play with as he pleased. He knew it was because she trusted him, with made his heart throb just as much as his dick.

     "Perfect thing to come home to," he mumbled. Both hands moved to hold her hips, Awsten leaning back to admire her arched body. He truly couldn't believe she wanted someone like him when she was so perfect, both physically and mentally.

Owen caught him off guard when she moved back against him. Her bottom rubbed harshly against his growing bulge, which led Awsten to groan from deep within his throat. His grasp on her allowed him to move her against him for a few more moments, all the while he listened to her gaps and imagined her face flushing red.

It wasn't really clear to Awsten what provoked him to do so, but he couldn't help himself as he landed a harsh smack to her ass. Owen's gasp turned to a giggle, despite her body shying away from the impact. Awsten swallowed at the hand print that quickly became visible on her soft skin. He wanted nothing more than to push her bikini bottoms aside and make her come undone around him, but he knew it was too soon.

     Awsten didn't want to go all the way with her until he had admitted the intensity of his feelings. He feared it was something she would find unnecessary, but he just felt it was best. Their first time should be full of love and care, but he wanted to show all the ways he loved her before showing it physically. That seemed like the least monumental way in the grand scheme of things, so he found it smart to save for last.

     His hesitancy towards intercourse didn't stop him from giving Owen a proper spanking while she was bent over the counter. He had never done something like that before, mostly because it seemed like a waste of time. In the past, he had sex to get himself off and stroke his ego by getting a girl off, but with Owen it seemed so much more complicated.

     Her whines and shaking legs clued him in as to how much pleasure she was feeling. It made Awsten want to slap her ass for hours, just to see her soak through the bikini and onto her thighs. He loved watching her fall apart, enough so that he felt just as fulfilled to be turning her plump skin red as he would fucking her senseless.

     Eventually he reached up and untied her bikini top, tugging her up by the hair so the material fell from her body. She complied with him as to avoid the harsh pain on her scalp, which made it easy for Awsten to turn her around. Owen faced him with curious eyes, the roundness of them oozing with submission.

When he lifted her and sat her on the counter, Owen winced slightly at the feel of cold marble against her heated skin. Though it was an uncomfortable shock, she had little time to dwell as she felt Awsten's mouth on her body. His lips found her hardened nipples almost immediately, taking one into his mouth while his hand tweaked the other.