Barriers

That kiss seemed to spark off a colossal reaction somewhere inside Gwen. Her heart stopped, the raced at double-speed; her breath was ragged; her body seemed to melt on the spot.

From the moment his lips pressed against hers, she was his. She knew deep down, that once she had tasted fire, she could never go back – he awoke something inside of her, a passion and lust for life that she would never be able to subdue. She took a moment to acknowledge the consequences this would have, but realising she was no longer in control, she allowed herself to do only thing that seemed right. She kissed Owen right back.

He, unbidden, let out a low groan as crushed her mouth against his, licked his lips, and then plunged her tongue into his mouth. She revelled in the moment – it all came back to her; the electricity of their kiss in the cabinet; the almost-encounter in the woods; his eyes…

She moaned as his hands slipped under the pyjama top, tracing smooth flesh up from her hip, until his warm touch spread to her breasts. He pressed her to him, with one hand on her back – using the other to caress her supple mounds, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. She wriggled her hips at this, and felt him growl into her mouth, as she rubbed against his groin.

That growl was what did it for her – one moment she was content to be kissing him like this, then the next she wanted more. The growl was feral, low and seemed so natural – yet it evoked in her new emotions that had been dormant up until now. It set every nerve ending alight, leaving her vulnerable to his every touch. She found that she needed more – something that Rhys would never be able to give her. She needed Owen; his hands on her, his tongue against hers, his fierce passion that threatened to consume her.

She broke the kiss abruptly and immediately felt strangely bereft, but she just had to know:

"Owen," she rolled his name off her tongue, "Do you want me?"

At first he thought it the daftest question he'd heard – couldn't she feel his hard-on? Then he met her eyes: he saw the conflict there – knew she was serious; and for once in his life the hope of commitment he glimpsed there didn't scare him. Something about this woman had changed him, he didn't know why, maybe he would never know, but he knew one thing:

"Yeah, I do." Three simple words. Spoken without sarcasm. But they told Gwen everything she needed to know and more.

"Thanks Owen," She acknowledged his silent promise, and once again everything changed. It was as though someone somewhere had thrown a switch – gone was any reticence, the room was now charged with a heated electricity; their passion could at last be unleashed.

They met in an intense clash of teeth and tongues; heads pressed so tightly together that it seemed they were one. Hands squeezed, caressed and stroked all available skin; shirts were torn away in a frenzied stripping session; hips grinded and gyrated, groins rubbing furiously together.

Owen could feel himself more aroused than he could ever remember being; his cock straining against his too-tight denims. Gwen could evidently sense this, for she ran a hand down his chest, and slowly, teasingly unzipped him, pulling his jeans open.

"Ohh, Gwen…" Owen moaned into her mouth, eyes closed as her hand slipped under his boxers. He nearly fell apart when her hot little hand wrapped itself around his rigid member.

"OHH, woman!"

She couldn't help herself, teasing was one thing, but what she wanted to do was send him over the edge – she wanted to hear him fall apart. Breaking away from his mouth once again, she ran her tongue down his neck, down his chest – slowly, oh so slowly. Her hand still stoking the fires below, she flicked her tongue against his nipple, before drawing it into her mouth and sucking hard.

She heard his quiet moan and he threw his head back, eyes shut, blinded with pleasure and anticipation. She continued her journey down his body, following his navel down, down, down…

In one movement, she yanked his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and slid him into her mouth. She heard him yelp. She grinned inwardly, and brought her hands up to play with his balls, as she began to bob her head up and down. He was reduced to a whimper as she tongued his tip, using just the slightest hint of teeth.

Owen could not remember ever experiencing this amount of pleasure – his senses were turned on to their limit, his voice had deserted him, and he could not restrain himself. His hands gripped her head, and his body jerked out of control as he felt her speed up. He could only see a pure white image of bliss, as he came suddenly and hard, his voice returning with a yell.

"OH GWEN!"

She looked slightly taken aback by this sudden eruption, and hesitated for only a moment before swallowing and grinning. He was practically comatose on the carpet, his breath coming in laboured pants, eyes shut. Sliding back on top of him, she bent her head to his, kissing him ever so softly on the lips. He returned this kiss quietly, sensually, trying to show his gratitude.

Then he had to pause and take a breather – trying to regain some sense of sanity. Gwen meanwhile was content to grin and lie against his chest, snuggled comfortably on top of him. When words finally returned to him, Owen's voice was a husky whisper:

"Gwen…" he stroked his hand through her hair, "That was the most amazing… You are bloody brilliant – I've never been so hard in me life. You made me come so hard…"

She grinned against his chest, right hand tracing patterns down his side "Well, I never put you down as loud…"

"Oi," he sounded indignant, "I don't make that much noise"

She chuckled softly, "Tell the neighbours that."

"Ya know what?" he withdrew his hand, "I think this needs to be settled properly." Then his voice was close, his mouth pressed up next to her ear, growling, "Wanna make you come so hard…"

And with that he grabbed her, gathering up her body with one swift scooping movement, and she found herself flung onto his bed. The next thing she knew, he was on top of her, his body pressed right against hers, and she could feel his returning hardness against her skin.

Wait a minute, she thought, against my skin? Looking down she gasped.

"Owen! Where have my bottoms gone?"

Owen's grin loomed over her as he waved the pin-striped pyjamas in her face:

"What – these?" He was all innocence and charm, "Must have fell off I guess…" And he gave her the dirtiest wink she had ever seen – and Gwen loved it, forgiving him immediately.

"Right, now that's sorted, how about I fulfil my promise, and give you the most amazing shag of your life?" He flashed her a grin that managed to both melt her insides, and stoke the blazing fire within. "Like I said before, we're not cosy at all – we'd be fucking amazing!"

With that he bent down to kiss her, and nudging her legs apart, settled himself between her thighs. She cradled him there, poised at her centre. He was just about to thrust up into her, when Gwen stopped him, pushing his face away.

Looking concerned he paused, "If you're not sure about this then I won't push you."

She almost laughed, "No ya daft git. It's not that at all."

He looked immensely relieved, but puzzled too, "What is it then?" His blue eyes searched hers for an answer.

"What I meant is, have you got any –" she paused and to Owen's amazement blushed a deep pink. Not only did this turn him on even more, but it solved the enigma.

"Oh!" he grinned, realising, "Protection? Nah – don't need any." She looked shocked, but he continued before she could butt in, "You've got Jack to thank for this one – he gave me this spray thing to test a couple of years back – turns out it's a contraceptive spray. Temporarily makes you infertile – just for a week or so. Nicked it from him – had it ever since. So you're safe with me."

She was still sceptical, "But what if it runs out tonight?"

He winked at her, "No chance love – only used it this morning."

She looked relieved, then a look on incredibility crossed her features: "Were you… expecting me… this to happen?"

Owen looked her straight in the face and answered as honestly as he could, "I've always known you'd fall for me – we're too right not to be together." She looked at him, taking his blunt statement in, and finally decided she agreed. Seeing this he lightened up and returned to his former cheeky self, "Right, now you've finished talking – do you mind if I give you the best fuck you'll ever experience?"

She grinned against his mouth as he thrust into her. Barriers had been crossed – but she knew she was finally there. Home.