Chapter 50 Fifty
WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT!
AMELIA XAVIER
One should learn to stand up for themselves.
Wasn't that what people said? But standing up for oneself involved manipulation, and not accepting you were wrong that was if you were. It meant choosing yourself and for that moment being selfish and not thinking of what the other person had to say.
But thinking of yourself did it mean being selfish?
The shock was there, written all over his face and for once I felt rather pleased by my action. “I know you're pissed, Amelia, and you have every fucking right to be, and I also know you so much as want to whack me in the head-”
I sulked at my lower lips that I was sure would be swollen if I continued.
“-but say what you want and I'll do it, to kneel, kiss your feet…”
“You're going too far Owen!” I cried, suddenly feeling guilty. He met an old partner of his and caught up with times, so why was I angry?
Jealousy felt like the only answer.
I was green with envy that I wished I were his partner, but now I felt guilty?
“Nothing is too far, pumpkin,” he muttered, touching my face. The gentleness of his hands sent sparks that I did not want to ignite. I shut my eyes, hoping it would go away, but it didn't, so I let it grow.
“Darling, I know what you want,” he said, his hands softly kissing my breast.
“You don't know anything, Owen,” I murmured so low that I struggled to hear myself.
From a distance, into the night, a dog barked, but stopped abruptly leaving me to wonder what could've happened to it.
Poor dog.
“I know that you want me so badly and you don't crave the love your father, Dylan had with his wife, Annie. Your step mother,” he added. His hands massaged the back of my neck soothing certain worries I didn't know lay docile in my mind. “Annie's nice… they love each other,” I said with something as simple as a shrug.
I stood to face him, tired of sitting at a place as my butt hurt, but one look into those enchanting eyes, walking out on him turned futile. “I know they did, but you want something else. I know you do, pumpkin.”
“What do you think I want, Mr Winters?” I asked matter of factly. Though unknowingly, his hands this time found its way to my waist, but I made no move to push it away. They looked nice there — like something you'd see as a Pinterest picture.
“A feeling so fucking soft you'd be scared it would rip apart any second… something so gentle, pumpkin, you'll crave it every goddamned minute… and in every hour, your mind would drift slowly to every ecstasy you've ever felt threatening to spill out. And yes, Amelia Xavier, I'm here to give you that feeling.”
Every word sent shivers and every time he moved his hands on my body, I felt a need. No, a craving.
“Let's not foreplay,” I said, but strangely my words came out as gasps. “I'll do whatever you want pumpkin,” he said in french picking me up with one hand and tossing me on the couch. “Can I…”
“You can kiss me Owen,” I interrupted feeling so tight I thought blowing up won't be a problem at this rate.
Owen pressed his lips on mine, and I didn't hesitate, I let his tongue into my mouth as he savoured every bit of me. His fingers trailed to my breast massaging my nipples, I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming, but he wasn't done with me. He played with my neck, digging his teeth into it. A moan escaped my lips as I pulled at his shirt because that seemed to be the only reason I had not broken the roof with my scream. My legs begged him to attend to them as it shook violently, but Owen wanted me to scream and beg him.
He liked it.
I liked begging him.
Sucking at my nipples, he massaged my waist so that I felt the urge to use the bathroom. Owen played with my nipples as he put his fingers into me. “Fuck, you're sweet,” he muttered thrusting his fingers in and out of me.
“You're so gentle with me,” I said in between moans and I could swear that I saw him smirk. But did any of that matter?
No.
“Of course, I'm a man of consent, sweetheart.”
Owen moved down and widened my legs, my black heels still on my feet, slowly, he slid his tongue into me making me roll back my eyes as though I were dead — dead in ecstasy. I was lost in this ecstasy and to hell u didn't want to be found.
If this were my comfort zone, shit I'll stay here forever.
I pulled at his hair, but he didn't seem to care. I loved how he did most of the work and how he wanted me to feel good.
Owen let out a soft groan, that I knew at the instant, he was so hard that it pained and he needed to be soothed. I knelt down and struggled with his belt, but with just a flick, he pulled it off, his trouser came down easily like it knew I meant business.
I watched his dick bulge from his shorts and I pulled that off too. A smile creeped to my lips. I bent steadily and stuck it into my mouth, playing with the cap, I sucked the life out. He groaned inwardly, holding my head.
“You didn't tell me you loved to work,” he muttered, biting his lips that I was sure it drew blood.
“I'm good at anything,” I whispered, sucking on it.
Suddenly he pulled me up and dropped me on the couch. “Now tell me pumpkin, what do you want?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“I want… shit… I want you to make me forget about this night… about what I'm doing in Paris. Fuck, about everything!” I gasped tugging at him to keep going. Owen grinned.
“With pleasure.”