Minutes later, I was standing at his door. He answered wearing dark lounge pants and no shirt. His broad shoulders and defined chest sent chills down my spine. He ushered me inside and we stood kissing for so long my toes went numb from having to stand on them to reach his down turned lips. I moaned aloud when his hands moved down my back to cup my small tight rear and hold me against him. Every fiber of him was demanding yet, unconsciously, I’d tamed him. He’d fought his demons for me. The very thought made me wet.

Owen unhinged our lips. “First step is setting the mood. You must feel completely comfortable and confident in my abilities.” He laid me in the center of his massive bed. I reclined on his pillows as he took his place between my legs and laid the hem of my gown on my stomach, giving himself full access to me. “I don’t sleep with the women I spank.”

“Never?” I asked. His mouth and fingers lazily traced the length of body.

“Never. Since this is your first time…” He kissed my belly button, then kissed lower and lower; my hips, my thighs. “…I’ll make an exception.” His gentle susurrations trickled across my skin, down the cleft of my thighs and set me ablaze with incendiary need. He looked up, coyly, as if he were simply passing through and nonchalantly stumbled upon my pussy. I chuckled when he nuzzled his cool cheek against the soft warmth of my inner thigh. I’d become hyperaware to his touch, his breath, even his glance. “I want you completely relaxed and aroused. Don’t cum until I say. It will take away from the experience.”

“Um, I’ve never had oral sex. I doubt I’ll cum.”

Owen looked up at me and laughed, he stopped when he realized I was serious. “Besides paying a woman’s bills and not cheating on her, eating a woman’s pussy is the best thing you can do for her.”

“Why?”

Owen paused briefly. “Because it’s purely altruistic—it’s all about pleasing her.” Without breaking his gaze, he gently kissed my right leg. “It makes her feel loved…” Then my left leg. “….admired and sexy,” I held my breath praying he’d kiss my clit—his mouth was right there. “…and of course it makes her cum like crazy.” He gave my lips the faintest of pecks. “No man has ever gone down on you?”

I didn’t answer.

His eyes darkened as he rubbed the back of his index finger up and down my slit. “I’ve dreamt of eating you.” He nibbled and licked my inner thighs making my clit bay. “Your pussy is the lovely shade of rye and you’re so wet.” He looked up at me, his finger still in motion. He licked me with the tip of his tongue and I nearly came out of my skin. “Doesn’t this turn you on?” His long, soft tongue lapped my pussy from top to bottom, and then gave my clit a quick little suck—never taking his eyes from mine. “Open. Show me.”

With two fingers I open my pussy to him, seconds later I feel a finger slip between my folds, then another. He suckled gently, wetly. The threads of reality blurred and dissolved behind my eyelids. I felt his lips on my pussy, his tongue on my clit, and while I’m conscious these are separate entities, I struggled to register them as such. The slurping, sucking, kissing, and licking came together in syncopated harmony I could just make out over my own ragged breathing.

Owen looped his arm around my waist, holding me at the mercy of his tongue and exploring fingers. He set a rhythm, simultaneously sucking my lip and ebbed into me. Blood rushed in my ears and I began shaking. “Oh shit,” I moaned, his tongue was my last tether to sanity. He applied slow, steady upward strokes beneath my tiny nub, tasting the juices he had created. I sank into the sensations.

He moaned through the wet slurping sounds of his mouth caressing my slit. I went absolutely wild. No one had ever done that to me. I loved it. “Owen, what are you doing?” He didn’t answer with words. He licked around my clit, teasing it until I shook. “Ooohhhh...please...” He circled it a few more times and then sucked it into his mouth. “Oh fuck!” I crumbled the sheets tightly in my fist. “What are you doing?”

He paused for a second, a smile in his eyes. “I’m licking your clit, baby.” He kissed my mound. “Anything you rather I be doing?” He shot sarcastically and returned to his feast. He turned his palm upward and fingered as if beckoning me to him.

“Oh shit!” my legs snapped shut trapping his hand, and I shot up on my elbows, completely at his mercy “What the hell?!”

“That’s your g-spot.” He forced my legs apart. “Cum on my tongue.”

I collapsed supine, singing his praise, and attempted to disembody myself beneath his frenzied mouth. It was useless—my orgasm swelled on his tongue and tips of his fingers. I clasped my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries; Owen removed it.

“Don’t.” His fingers continued fucking me. “I want to hear you cum.”

I thrashed and wailed as my orgasm ripped through me in waves. Eventually it became so intense I pushed his hand free and virtually crabbed walked away from him.

Owen rose rather pleased with himself and wiped his face. He lay beside me—I instinctively curled against his chest and he held me until the spasms subsided. My shudders a glowing testament to his oral prowess.

“Oh my God. I came.” I murmured some time later, my face still buried in his chest.

“Yes, you did. Hard.” He kissed the top of my head and sauntered to the bathroom. I scrambled to the end of the bed to watch his ass.

He smiled over his shoulder. “I fascinate you?”

Hell yeah!
“A little.” I rolled over on my back, my head hung off the bed, watching him wash his face in the mirror “You’re not exactly what I expected. By all accounts I expected you to be a pretentious douche bag.”

“Hey!” He caught my eye in the mirror. “I’m still your employer.” He hung his towel and returned to the bedroom and stood in front of my mouth. His next remark was more of a direct edict than an actual request. “Over here. On your knees. Open your mouth.” On my knee, he wrapped one of his hands in my hair and cranked my head back so that our eyes met.

I’m pretty sure he read my confusion as apprehension, which in a sense it was. Having never given a blowjob, my chief concern was I’d slice him to ribbons. Thankfully he took control. He held my head in position and thumbed cheek while feeding his cock between my lips, and slowly fucked my mouth, filling it deliciously.

“Very good.” Owen drew his cock to the edge of my lips before gliding in again…he repeated again and again. “Deeper.” He ground into my face. I gagged slightly. “Pretend you’re swallowing, your throat will relax.”

I did, and it did. A few strokes later, I succumb to gravity and the perverse gratification of his cock tunneling down my throat.

“Oh fuck,” He moaned pendulating down my gullet. His muscles grew taut and his words became an amalgamation of incoherent bleats, gasps, and expletives. I caught a glimpse of our reflections in a nearby mirror and I smiled to myself; there’s an enormous sense of power in reducing a man’s iron will to the consistency of pudding with your mouth. “Oh fuck, Serena. Keep sucking.” I glanced at the mirror. He was directing my movements, forcing my lips up and down his length. “God, woman.” His labored, oblivious to anything else but the heavenly feeling of my sucking mouth on his cock...tasting him...drinking him in.

I gripped his hips and swallowed and sucked, ignoring his pleads and a strangled cries for me to stop before he came. I was a woman possessed, determined to suck his orgasm from him..

“Serena,” he groaned and placed one hand on my shoulder as if to push me away.

I continued sucking as he thrust into my mouth as if it were my pussy. His pleads fizzled gasps, his hold on my shoulder more urgent. His eyes closed.