It's time. [Cypher's Tales]

Breathing heavily and trying to shove down my fears I drop my bag at the foot of the bed and remove my shoes. I tiptoe quickly towards the couch before I lose my nerves and put one knee beside Owens legs and lift the other knee over and sit in his lap straddling him.

“I’m not tired, and I don’t want to watch anything,” I say to him, staring into his eyes, breathing slowly, our faces only inches apart.

I can feel his stiffness as I put my weight onto him and wait for his reaction. It is instant. His lips crash into mine and he pulls me tightly into him. His strength is powerful and my tongue searches for his in his mouth as I rock gently on his lap. Our first kiss is as explosive as I had hoped it would be. I suck his tongue as his hands slide around to my ass, and he forcefully pulls me against his growing bulge. The sounds of lustful groans and heavy breaths from him make my pussy ache with **** need.

“You are so fucking hot,” I say as I pull my face off of his.

“Fuck, why do you have to be so damn sexy right now,” he growls running his strong hands up my sides under my top.

“Uhh ahh,” I say, pushing his wrists and preventing him from lifting my top. “Not sexy… I don’t want to be sexy. I’m happy with cute,” I say before kissing him again quickly and pulling back. “If you take this off, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep that cute thing up… it’s kinda all sexy under there.”

“Ahh, I kind of want this off though,” he says with a toothy smile.

I push his hands back to the couch. “No touching,” I say as I put my hands under my top and try unclipping and detaching everything. I squirm on his lap, and he watches me struggle. His hands come back to my bare sides, but I give him a stern look, and they don't slide any higher. He rocks into me which is fucking distracting but eventually I pull a lacy black bra and straps from under my shirt and throw them onto the floor.

“Better?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

But before I can reply his hands raise along my side and immediately find my small breasts which his enormous hands comically engulf. I have always been self-conscious about my breasts, but Owen pinches my left nipple and roughly gropes my right boob. I sink onto him with a shudder and his large hands massage my chest as he plays with me, seemingly happy with his new 'toys'. I moan as I kiss him passionately again and can't help but to grind myself into his lap.

“Fuck,” I whisper as my desperation peaks and my body jolts in angry demand. I need more and this teasing is horrible. Horribly fucking good.

I lift his shirt and run my hands over his toned stomach. He is so warm and firm. When he kisses my neck, I squeal with surprise. He quickly and expertly works his way lower to my collar bone. I pull away from him and desperately bunch my shirt up before pulling it over my head and throwing it to the ground. Squealing and laughing when his mouth hungrily engulfs my nipple. Moments later I am splaying my fingers through his hair willing him to keep his teasing tongue against my sensitive hard nipple. I whimper with impatience and rock against him.

I don't know how much longer I can take this. I want more.