up her waist. She raised her arms and he slid the fabric over her head. He groaned when her fuchsia lace bra came into view, and ripped his own shirt over his head.
Fiona bit her lower lip and stared at his solid chest. She’d known he was strong, but she had no idea how much power he had hidden beneath his clothes. She stepped forward, pressed her body against his, and swiped her tongue over one of his nipples. He slid his hand into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
“Do your panties match this pretty pink bra, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Show me.”
He let go of her hair and she took a few steps away and turned around. She undid the zipper on her skirt and slowly pulled it down, over her ass, revealing her matching satin and lace panties. She looked back to see him undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. He walked up behind her and pressed his front to her back. His large, hard cock pressed against her lower back, and one hand covered a breast while the other delved down her panties.
When his finger found her clit, she pushed back into him on her tip-toes and he growled in approval as his cock nestled between the globes of her ass. He kissed her neck and slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She moaned, and dug her nails into his forearm as he moved in and out of her cunt in a steady rhythm.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers and her whole body tightened as her orgasm came at a shocking speed. Owen pushed into her cunt once more and she coated the digits with her honey. He kept hold of her until her breathing returned to something resembling normal.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he said. “I love all those sounds you make.”
She gave him a half smile and closed her eyes. Her whole body tingled, she could barely stand, and she reveled in the feel of his arms around her. When he removed his hand, she felt empty and whimpered in his arms.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her. “Get on the bed.”
She crawled on the bed and he followed. He lay on his back and pulled her against his chest.
“What about you?” she asked, quietly.
“Later. We have all night. Rest now, sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
Oh my god! That feels so good!
Owen was having the best dream. Fiona’s mouth encircled his cock and sucked him deep, then she released him and swirled her tongue around the shaft until she reached the tip. With slow and careful movements, she repeated the entire process.
He’d had dreams about her before, but never so vivid, and never about her sucking his dick. He was usually sinking into her soft, wet pussy.
Something he hadn’t done yet.
Even though he’d been celibate since she’d moved to town, he hadn’t minded pleasuring her and receiving nothing in return. She’d waited two years for him; he could wait a couple more hours for her.
He thought back to earlier, when he saw her in the restaurant. Everything up until that moment had clicked into place, and he understood why the Matchmaker had sent him to the hotel at that time. He needed to prove to Fiona, and everyone listening, that he was devoted to her and no one else.
He had no problems making his feelings known.
Damn! That feels perfect!
He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Nine o’clock. From the darkness in the room, and the lack of sunlight streaming around the double lined drape, he guessed it was still Valentine’s Day.
The space next to him, where Fiona should have been, was empty and the sheet was cold. He listened, but he didn’t hear any sounds in the room except what sounded like the soft rustling of a sheet. His body still tingled from his impressive dream, and suddenly, the heavenly feeling returned.
He reached down to grab his dick and came in contact with Fiona’s head. She giggled and crawled out from under the