Tackling the Canvas

Chapter 5 [pt2]

Owen

God, she felt incredible—her taste intoxicating, driving me to the edge of my control. She'll be the death of me, but that desperate plea from her lips was the final straw. It made me lose my shit.

In a frenzy, I reached for the drawer of my nightstand, fumbling as I grabbed a condom. My heart pounded in my chest as I positioned myself between her legs, my fingers swiftly unbuckling my belt. With a quick tug, I lowered my trousers and boxers, freeing my erection, her eyes taking in the sight as anticipation crackled in the air between us.

Lowering myself, I captured her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss, my need consuming every breath as I swallowed her soft moans. Her body responded eagerly, arching into me as I pressed my tip against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. The tension between us was electric, her every sound fueling the fire that raged inside me.

I pulled away from the kiss, needing to see her, to watch the way her body reacted. As I slowly pushed my tip inside her, her sharp, loud gasp filled the room, sending a shiver down my spine and making me groan with pleasure. Meno male—thank God—my friends were out, because she was so fucking loud, and I loved every second of it. The sound of her, the way she couldn't hold back, was driving me wild.

I pushed deeper, feeling her tightness wrap around me, her warm, soft flesh hugging my cock so perfectly that a low moan escaped my lips. The sensation was overwhelming, and I had to close my eyes for a moment, letting it wash over me. Unable to resist, I leaned down and claimed her mouth again, my tongue slipping past her lips, exploring her with the same need and intensity that coursed through my body.

I thrust all the way in, a sharp cry escaping her lips as I filled her completely.

I held myself still, giving her a moment to adjust to my size, feeling her body tremble beneath me. Her shallow, ragged breaths brushed against my skin, and I couldn't help but smirk against her lips, the sound of her breathlessness sending a rush of satisfaction through me.

"All good?" I breathed out, my voice thick with both restraint and anticipation as I waited for her response, my body aching to move but savoring the tension between us.

She gave me a slow, deliberate nod, her blue eyes locking onto mine. I paused for a moment, mesmerized, then licked my bottom lip in anticipation. "You have beautiful eyes," I whispered, my voice barely audible, breathless from both the moment and her beauty. Her lips curled into a soft smile, and she mumbled, "I like yours too," her voice tender, the words hitting me in a way I hadn't expected.

I slowly began to thrust, maintaining my gaze locked on her, captivated by the way her eyes sparkled with desire. In and out, each movement felt electric, and the sensation of her skin stretching around me sent both of us into a chorus of moans that come and go in unison.

As the rhythm built, I lowered myself, kissing the pulsing point at her neck, the warmth radiating from her. I intercalated between licking and biting, teasing her with the perfect blend of pleasure and gentle pain, eliciting gasps and soft cries that urged me on further into this exquisite connection.

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Lowering my hand, I reached for her clit, rubbing small, firm circles with just the right amount of pressure. Her cries and moans filled the room, urging me on as I increased my pace. With each hard thrust, her hips instinctively raised to meet mine, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the space as the headboard of the bed hit the wall with an urgent rhythm. The combination of my movements, the overwhelming sensations, and her intoxicating sounds created a symphony of pleasure that drove us both closer to the edge.

"Owen—I'm close," she moaned softly in my ear, her breath hitching with urgency. Unable to resist, I pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts, her hard, pointed nipples begging for attention. Lowering my head, I began to suck and lick, drawing soft gasps from her as I lavished each peak with my mouth. Her moans grew louder, the sound pushing me further into a frenzy. "Come for me, baby," I murmured, shifting my focus to the other nipple, savoring the taste and warmth of her skin as I coaxed her closer to that sweet release, every flick and swirl of my tongue igniting her pleasure even more.

The sudden sensation of her walls clenching tightly around my cock made me growl, a primal response to the pleasure that surged through me. I thrust even deeper, feeling her body pulse in rhythm with mine, each movement driving us both closer to the brink.

With one last powerful thrust, I felt her release, warmth flooding around me as her cum dripped down her thighs. That moment sent me over the edge, the intensity of it all crashing down on me as I surrendered, spilling into the condom with a deep, shuddering groan. The world around us faded as we both rode the waves of our shared climax, lost in the aftermath of pleasure.

I let myself collapse beside her, both of our breaths coming in heavy, satisfied pants. As I turned to look at her, our eyes met, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest. Gently, I reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers grazing her soft skin. "How are you?" I asked, my thumb caressing her cheek, the intimacy of the moment settling between us.

"I'm good... God, this escalated quickly," she said, letting out a heavy chuckle that filled the space with lightness. I propped myself up on one elbow, a playful grin spreading across my face. "You know, it's not fair," she said, playfulness teasing in her tone. "I'm basically showing you both top and bottom, and you're just showing me your dick."

I laughed softly, the sound vibrating in the warm atmosphere. "Eager, aren't we?" I replied, feeling a spark of mischief. Reaching back, I pulled off both my sweater and dress shirt in one fluid motion, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. "Better?" I asked, glancing at her with a playful challenge.

Her eyes sparkled with appreciation as she bit her bottom lip, nodding in approval.

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As time passed, we found ourselves cuddling in my bed, completely naked, the soft sheets enveloping us like a warm cocoon. Her head rested comfortably on my chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of my breathing lulling her into a peaceful state. I absentmindedly combed my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky strands sliding between my fingers.

"I've never had sex with a guy so much younger than me," she mumbled, her voice soft and slightly muffled against my skin. There was a hint of curiosity in her tone, as if she were processing the newness of the experience. I glanced down at her, catching a glimpse of her thoughtful expression.

"We're not so far apart in age," I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She looked up at me, her eyes bright with a hint of mischief.

"Owen, I'm 22," she replied, her tone slightly serious but playful at the same time. "I mean, it's not a huge difference, but I usually date older guys." I arched an eyebrow at her revelation, intrigued by the insight into her past choices.

"But I like you. A lot," she added, her voice softening, sincerity shining through. Her admission sent a warmth coursing through me, and I couldn't help but smile wider.