Plaything
NSFW or whateva
He could feel her eyes on him but he didn’t look up from the book he was immersed in. Well, trying to be immersed in. It was hard when the weight of her gaze drew him out of the narrative.
Owen was sprawled comfortably in bed. The length of his torso elongated by the stretch of one arm upwards so that his hand sort of propped his head up. A badly abused paperback was bent down the middle and propped up on his bare chest. As his eyes traced the words from the top of the page to the bottom, he would lift the book off his chest to avoid craning his neck.
Now she was moving towards him. He still didn’t look. From the tops of his eyes he could see her crawling on all fours like a cat stalking prey. Her tail swayed back and forth playfully like a housecat preparing to pounce on it’s favorite toy. He positioned the book so it hid his proud grin.
Slowly she crawled up the length of his body with hands and knees on either side of him. She then sat right down on him, straddling his hips like she owned the place. And, in many respects she did.
Still, he didn’t lower his book.
This had long since become a game.
A game Julianna knew she could win at.
She walked her fingers up the muscled plane of his stomach and down to the side. Then her fingers danced lightly over the bones of his ribs made evident by his stretch. He gasped in response, stomach muscles contracting. His arm fell down and squeezed against his side, pushing her fingers away. He was trying to hide a smile behind his paperback.
Her ears were perched at attention, tail flicked back and forth with cat’s curiosity. She liked that reaction. She wanted more of it, but now he was protecting his ribs and making it hard on her probing fingers. She stole the book from his finger tips to barely enunciated protest. She didn't even mark the page. Just smiled perversely and dropped the book over the edge of the bed. It made a splat sound when the splayed pages hit the ground. She giggled in response. Owen knew it was no use to resist or protest, the kitten wanted her fun. He smiled as his eyes tracked her tail that swayed back and forth behind her head.
Julianna took both of his hands in hers and lifted them upwards to pin them above the crown of his head. She placed them palm up and held his wrists. For a moment she stared down at him. Morning light caught grey eyes in such a way that made them look almost white. Tufts of blonde hair stuck in every direction. The way she had arranged his hands made him look so vulnerable.
From Owen’s perspective, a frisky feline was inspecting her prey before she continued playing with it. He was acutely aware of the movement of his stomach with each breath he took in anticipation of the tickling sure to come.
She let go of his hands expecting them to stay above his head.
"Just this once," He warned sternly.
Julianna smiled coyly; she wasn't at all fooled by that hard tone. They both knew better.
His arms stayed for about a half a second. Jerking downwards reflexively when her fingers went back to dancing over his ribs. The sensation made the hair on the back of his neck and along his arms stand at attention. A breathy laugh also escaped him. There was nothing to be done about it. He was miserably ticklish.
They struggled a little bit with one another. His hands trying to capture hers as they feathered over his spasming stomach. They were both laughing, but his was involuntary. He rocked to the left and right as if to throw her off of him, but she clung valiantly to his hips with her thighs until they both stilled.
Owen was half-way to breathless from the fit of tickling when Julianna took his wrists again and more forcefully pinned them down next to his head. She let go for just a moment. Then she settled her hands on his, giving one more forceful push indicating she expected better compliance this time.
He could feel himself harden underneath her in anticipation of another round of his bucking hips and her shifting around on top of him. Imagining that his hands were truly bound to the pillow helped stay his hands longer while she began her torture of his sensitive torso. He couldn’t help the involuntary twitching of stomach muscles, gasping breaths and giggles, and finally the bucking of his hips. Her ears twitched deliberately like little satellites picking up every different sound he made. By the time his will had given in to the need to protect his rib cage from her onslaught, she was bent over him and pressing purr vibrating kisses to his chest, ribs, stomach, all over his abdomen. She tested at teasing his nipple with her mouth and hummed with pleasure when his hand went to her hair.
Her kisses worked higher until she was in the crook of his neck. She teased with a darting tongue and brushing teeth until he shrugged laughing at the tickling sensation she could produce with just her mouth.
“I want you,” he told her, both a request and demand, when her mouth finally met his. He wouldn’t let her pull away from the seal of the kiss, holding her mouth on his and capturing her lips repeatedly while their hips ground into one another.
Finally, he released her from the kiss and she sat up, her fingers trailed down his chest to his stomach. She snatched up his hands and pinned them once again against the pillow next to his head. Whatever they were going to do next, she wanted to do herself.
For the moment, he was content to watch and be played with.
She lifted her hips off of him long enough to tug away his boxers. Too eager to have him inside, she didn’t bother taking her own clothes off. She pulled black cotton panties to the side, and lowered herself on to him. Both hands were between her legs, one to keep cotton fabric out of the way, and the other to work a hard cock around in her arousal. She wasn’t even looking at him. Her hair had fallen forward, a curly sheet of dark hair as her face was down-turned curiously watching what she was doing to herself.
Julianna was both purring and moaning by the time she slid his cock inside her. Finally, lowered onto him, she made small adjustments to her hips to find just the right spot. Once settled comfortably, her hands went to the hem of her shirt - his CAF Navy shirt - and she lifted it over her head just to discard it over the side of the bed. She wasn’t even finished with the task before her hips started rolling eagerly on his. Biting her lip, she tried to hide an eager whimper of need behind nearly closed lips as the fabric fell from her fingers to the bed next to them.
Her hips worked in up-and-down circles as her hands explored both their bodies. She made a display of herself for Owen to watch, touching her own breasts and sliding her hands down her curves. Owen wanted so much to touch her. To enjoy the feeling of her body the way she clearly was. But he waited having never seen Julianna so ... full of herself. So unabashedly relishing in self-indulgent satisfaction. There was a hunger in her eyes, he had only the benefit of seeing just a few times.
It was she that broke first, though, wanting his hands on her. She reached for just one and brought it to her face so she could kiss the palm of it lovingly.
He took that as a kiss of approval to touch and brought both of his hands to cup breasts that bounced with the rhythm of her hips. He teased her nipples between index and thumb to her response pants. His own hips bucked eagerly upwards into hers in time with the rhythm she set. The first sharp buck took her by surprise and she yelped an ‘Oh!’ in response.
His hips didn’t stop, so she leaned back, bracing herself with her hands on his thighs while he thrust upwards into her as she cried out. Owen growled in appreciation for the sounds she made. Both hands dropped to grasp at her hips while their bodies crashed together. One hand dropped between her legs. He rubbed and kneaded at her clit with his thumb, maintaining that unforgiving cadence all the while. Her ears pinned down against her head and her head dropped backwards with spine arching as waves of pleasure became more intense. Their breaths were ragged.
His hand had stopped its work between her legs, but she wouldn’t accept it. She grabbed his hand and pushed it back between her legs. “No. Don’t ---- stop. Please, please.” He couldn’t argue with her pleading and placed his thumb back on the swollen sensitive bundle of nerves. Owen clenched his jaw in deep concentration, trying not to get too swept away in the feeling of her too soon.
She yelled his name at the ceiling when she came. Head thrown back, hair dangling down her spine, as her body went taut. When the fit had released her, she felt suddenly weak and collapsed down against him. Her clit and somewhere deep inside throbbed in continued waves of pleasure.
They stayed that way for several moments, both gasping breathless. She could hear the frantic beating of his heart that barely settled even after several minutes of rest. He petted her hair and kissed her scalp before rolling over on top of her. One hand held their hips together. She gripped the back of his shoulders, whimpering and sensitive from her orgasm while he bucked into her. His face dropped to her shoulder while his hips thrust. The sharpness of the nails that dug into his skin and the noises she made quickly sent him over the edge that he had been holding back from.
They both laid on their backs next to one another as they recovered.
Julianna rolled onto her side and walked her fingers along his hip bone. “You’re ticklish aren’t you?” She asked, her tail was back to it’s playful flicking beating lightly against the sheets.
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