SEVEN
The tip of Owens tongue traced along her lip line. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth and held it there massaging it with his tongue and teeth, biting it, pulling. It stretched in his mouth as she smiled and peeled away as she slowly wrangled her face free. "I could do that all day," He laughed with her. "You have beautiful lips."
He tucked his face into the side of her neck, getting lost in her hair, nuzzling up to her ear with his nose, breathing her in, pushing his tongue along her skin. Owen played in this comfortable corner of her body for a while. Cristina sighed in peaceful pleasure. Stretched out on the floor of the living room, lying on a puddle of blankets and pillows, relaxing under the body of Owen Hunt, her legs spread each side of him as he lay in between her.
Her hand smoothed over his messed hair combing it, massaging into the back of his neck with her finger tips. She loved the colour of his hair and was proud that he walked around the hospital a unique specimen of a man. She felt lucky, and happy. They had been playing, and kissing and touching and holding and talking and connecting and discussing lovingly with no interruptions for an hour now and mostly because they had early shifts and Callie wasn't coming home until late.
Cristina's bare arms wrapped around Owens neck, her tank top was bunched up as he had been tracing circles on her stomach and kissing her there. His shirt was unbuttoned and their skin touched. Owen was at the point where he wanted to make love to her, but they were alright as they were, just exploring and talking. She tried again to reverse his date with Meredith.
"It's not a date." Owen complained when it was called that.
"But it's insane." Cristina whispered softly, with soft eyes and a soft smile, confidently using the tools in her bag of femininity. She was determined to overturn the decision of the date. She kissed him three times.
"I... am so mad about this... that I can't even... talk about it.... right now."
Five times.
Owen slowly massaged his groin into her and kissed her five times back and just as slowly, he had his own tools to combat hers. "What... would... you... rather me... do?"
She smirked against his mouth. "Take... your pants... off..."
Owen hovered over her so she could reach underneath him and undo his belt buckle. She prised the top button of his jeans from its hole and pushed his zipper down. "I'd rather ... you did... nothing." She kissed swirling her tongue in and out of his mouth.
Owen took over and pulled off his pants, kicking them away. Back on top of her he moved his front gently massaging her, massaging himself. "I can't... do nothing..." He traced his tongue around the inside of her ear, his breath tickled her.
Cristina sighed closing her eyes and opening her mouth for him, but he pulled at her ear lobe with his teeth and traced his tongue licking at her ear and at the skin behind her ear. "It will end in disaster." She bobbed away from him ticklish. Signalling with her body that she wanted to take her pants off, Owen leant up, and they pulled them off. He lay at her side and moved to kiss her stomach. "Meredith will... exterminate you..." She smiled dreamily. "I think... that's her purpose..."
Owen smiled lightly and used the tip of his nose to massage her skin and begin a slow journey down the inside of her thigh, sneaking to reside beside her underwear. His tongue anchored under the band and tickled at strands of her pubic hair for a while. Kisses and licks warmed her skin before his fingers took over and massaged gently into her.
Cristina's tongue peeked out between her lips which were plump and purple with desire, she made a sound that had Owen pushing his fingers further into her. "I'm going to try anything ...it takes..." He breathed, looking at her face.
Cristina edged her legs wider to massage herself into his fingers. She pressed her hand down on his. "You can't do it."
Owen watched her expression as he added another finger into her. "But...I want to... do it. You need... your friend to talk....to..."
"God..." She breathed pressing his hand more.
"...She's your person... or something..." He massaged into her and then easing his fingers out he grabbed at the band of her thong and pulled it down her legs and off. Bringing his hand back to her he wiped his fingers slowly back and forth through wetness coating his fingers.
"...We're okay..."She panted. "But...you're going to...fuck...things...up."
"It can't hurt...to talk to her..." Owen kissed her mouth slowly.
"God, I want you to do it." She pushed herself towards him, collapsing her knees together to keep his hand trapped between her legs. She grabbed at his hair and pulled him to her mouth again. "Owen..." Her tongue pushed deeply into his mouth, Owen sucked at her tongue and pressed her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked at it and pulled tenderly.
"Good because... we're going to do it...at the weekend." He swallowed her light pants.
"Huh..." Cristina pressed a hand to his chest pushing him up from her, peeling her lips from his mouth. Her eyes creased open. "Wait...a minute..." She pushed up awkwardly onto her elbows. "Are we talking about sex... or are we talking about... your date with Meredith..?" She breathed.
"W...What?" He stumbled.
"I can't do this... if you're going to keep talking about your date with Meredith." Cristina said flushed.
"Sorry..." Her pushed at her shoulder to lie her back down and crawled on top of her.
Adjusting his underwear and putting one of her legs onto his shoulder, and doing the same with her other leg, Owen eased his erection into her and held still to enjoy the sensation of her inner muscles jumping slightly. He looked into her eyes, which blazed with her need for his movement in her. He pulled at the tight skin by her ankle his teeth nipping at her bone.
He began to move slowly in and out of her, Cristina was silent lost in receiving. His feather light breaths made her melt into his body. Her wetness soaking him as he pushed steadily. Cristina's hands rested lightly on his chest riding with his easy rhythm. He didn't need to speed up because the feel of his cock slowly pulling in and out of her put her on the verge of coming quickly.
There was that place inside of her that was stimulated almost instantly by the slow feel of him. Torn between letting it last or finishing quickly, her tongue peeked between her lips while she thought about it, but it didn't matter as Cristina could feel herself unravelling.
Scratching his skin, her breath came in wisps and she pulled at the back of his neck. "God I..." She clutched at his skin and pushed herself into him. He continued to massage his cock into her. A cry came out of her. "Oh..." Owen pushed himself harder and deeper into her and quickened his pace. Cristina came hard giving herself over to her body, releasing loudly. She pulled at his neck wanting to keep feeling him in her until he settled. Kissing passion into his skin her hands moving roughly in his hair and pulled him to her. "Owen..." Her breathing slowed and smoothing her hands down his neck and over his firm shoulders she swallowed and asked a favour of him.
He hummed. "Yang...?"
"Do not... do that on your date ...with Meredith." She breathed.
