Lillian
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me. He just kisses me, and my heart feels full.
“Owen,” I whisper. “You like me.”
“I love you.”
“Isn’t that a bit fast?”
He strokes my cheek so softly, so gently.
“It’s been two years, honey. I care about you so much. Everything about you is just so sweet and lovely. You’re kind, you’re a hard worker, you’re determined. You’re brave. You’re funny. You’re snarky, and you keep me in line.”
I kiss him fast and quick, and then I wrap my arms around him and just hold him for a minute.
Apparently, a snowstorm is the perfect chance to make someone realize they’re in love with you, or maybe it’s just the perfect chance to get it together. Maybe it’s the perfect chance to start being bold and asking for what you want.
It’s never been easy for me to speak my mind when it comes to love, but I like that now, with Owen, we’re having this moment.
I like that now, we’re safe to say how we feel.
“I love you, too, Owen.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
“About two years, I’m guessing.”
“Just about.”
For a few minutes, we just hold each other. We just hug. The storm is raging outside and even though the blinds are open, I can’t even see the roads anymore. The snow is swirling, covering the window, reminding me that tonight, it really is just the two of us.
“Now get on the desk,” he says.
I climb up and spread my legs.
“You didn’t wear leggings today,” he comments. “Your legs aren’t cold?”
“It’s kind of a long dress,” I murmur. “I think I’m all right.”
He runs his hands up and down my legs beneath the dress. All I can think about is how happy I am that I shaved today. My legs are smooth and soft and his hands feel so good against my skin.
“So you’re a virgin,” he whispers, kissing my calf.
“Yep.”
“How much of a virgin?”
“Probably less than you.”
“You’ve sucked a cock before.”
“I have.”
“Has anyone ever eaten you out, Lillian?”
I blush because they haven’t. I blush because I’ve given, but never received. The guys I’ve been with before liked being sucked off, but never wanted to do anything else. And even though I’ve dated women, our relationships always moved much slower. We never quite made it that far.
“No,” I whisper, a little embarrassed.
“Is that right?” He sounds a little surprised.
“It just never happened.”
“Sweetie?”
“Yeah?” I peek down where he’s kneeling between my legs. His hands are on my calves, still below my knees, and he’s just rubbing my skin gently.
“Can I be your first?”
It’s the sweetest request. It’s so kind and sexy and wonderful and just hot. It’s hot. There’s no other word for it. I’m already wet and excited and anxious about what’s going to happen between us.
We’re both virgins, and I don’t think either of us is looking to change that status tonight, but we’re having fun. We’re getting to know each other. We’re exploring.
I know Owen Westerluck better than he thinks. I know so many things about him and he knows about me, too, but this is the first time we’ve admitted that our knowledge of one another has morphed into something else, something naughty, something dirty and wonderful and exciting.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to make you come, Lillian.”
“I think that’s the general idea…ouch! You bit me! Why do you keep biting me?”
“To get you to behave, brat.”
“I’m not a brat.”
“You’re a little bit of a brat.”
“Am not.”
“Do I need to spank you before I eat you out, baby?”
My pussy clenches at the thought of a spanking. I’ve read more than my share of dirty books. There’s nothing quite like a spanking scene to get me hot and excited. The idea of being naughty or a little bad and having a guy take full control? That gets me horny.
“You like that idea,” Owen says, reading my mind. Maybe he’s just reading my body. His hands are a little higher now. They’re on my knees, and they’re slowly creeping up.
“I might be open to the idea of a spanking,” I say.
“We have all the time in the world. I’ll spank your sweet bottom sometime, baby. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll paddle you until your cheeks are bright and rosy and warm for me.”
“Owen…”
“Then, when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll slip my hands between your legs and make you come undone for me. Would you like that Lillian?”
Oh.
Fuck.
I’m soaked.
My panties are so wet I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it’s really happening. I can’t believe any of this. Owen has gotten me hotter without touching me than my last three partners have gotten me after weeks of mutual masturbation.
“Please,” I tell him.
“Please what?”
“Please lick me now, Owen. I need it.”
He slides his hands the rest of the way up my dress and grips my panties, then tugs them down and off. He tosses them aside, then he pushes my dress up. I adjust how I’m sitting so my bare bottom is on the desk and the bottom half of my dress is scrunched around my waist.
I should be nervous, embarrassed, shy, but I’m too far gone for that. I’m too horny for that, too excited.
“Fuck, if this isn’t the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says, and before his words fully sink in, before I can blush or feel excited, he leans forward and begins to lick me.
It’s the most incredible feeling in the world.
Suddenly, I can’t believe I’ve never experienced this before.
Suddenly, I can’t believe I’ve managed to survive this long without it.
Owen must be the most experienced virgin the world has ever known because he sure as hell seems to know what he’s doing. He licks my lips in long swipes, then kisses and sucks on my clit.
It’s incredible.
I watch him for a second, but then I close my eyes and just feel. I close my eyes and just allow myself to focus on the sensations, on what’s happening.
I’ve made many bad choices in my life, but taking a chance and telling Owen my true feelings isn’t one of them. Fuck, it’s amazing. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.
This is the best thing I’ve ever done.
I can feel my pussy growing wetter and tighter as my orgasm builds slowly. My entire body is tense as I just enjoy the moment, just enjoy what he’s doing to me.
He doesn’t talk and neither do I as he continues to lick and suck on me. He moves slowly, luxuriously.
Owen isn’t in a hurry.
This isn’t a race for him.
He’s not trying to rush me.
No, he’s just taking his time, and he’s making it count. He wants to make me come. I know because he told me. Now he wants to tease me a little, he wants me to enjoy myself, and he wants me to explode.
I’m going to.
This orgasm is going to be big.
I can feel it building.
“I’m close,” I whisper.
He doesn’t say anything, but he starts licking faster, harder, and then it happens.
I come.
I’ve never come from anything but hands and fingers before. This is the first time I’ve ever come on someone’s face, and fuck, it’s incredible.
I don’t even hold back as I come.
“Owen!” I cry out. “Fuck, don’t stop!” My clitoris throbs with pleasure as waves of perfection rush over me. My whole body goes hot as I come and come and come and come.
And then I’m done.
Then it’s over.
Then I’m spent.
I collapse backwards on his desk, and Owen stands with a chuckle.
“Have fun, sweetie?” He asks, and I just nod. I can’t do anything but nod.
“That was intense,” I whisper. “I’ve never come like that before, never.”
“I know. I could tell. I’m glad you liked it.”
He pulls me gently to my feet and kisses me softly. I can taste myself on his lips, and I rather like it. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe that’s naughty or strange, but I like it. I like him. I like this thing between us.
“I meant what I said, Lillian.”
“You love me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Owen. I have for a long time.”
We hold each other, then, in the middle of his office. There’s still snow outside and whiskey on our breaths, but our hearts are full of love and contentment.
I couldn’t ask for more.