Owen guided Cristina to the dance floor. "Moon River" was played on the piano. He enfolded her waist and she settled her hands on his shoulders. They looked at each other, then slowly started to move to a tune of the piano melody.
He leisurely fondled her errant tress from top of the head to the end on her shoulder. " When I was a senior in high school, I constantly pictured a delusional prom date. " She shared him her bitter sweet memory.
"So, how is our first prom date tonight?" He asked. "Honestly, this is way better than I have ever dreamed." Her answer made him twinkle. Genuinely, he kissed her, in addition, he entwined his fingers in hers.
The kiss was intensifying. "Owen…" She drew in her breath. "Cristina, stay with me tonight." His request in an undertone made her shiver. "Well…" She hesitated to say yes. "I don't know…Isn't it happening…too soon?" He held her tight. "No, it's not. It has been interminable time…Just be my lady."
"I'd like to, but…" Her voice was fearful. "Now I'm not on pill." "Don't worry, I'm using the birth control. I won't scare you, I promise." "But…" She was still not sure. "All you have to do is entrust me." Then he paid a bill to leave the restaurant.
About twenty minutes later, they got in Owen's room of the apartment house. It was simple and snug there. "Come in the bedroom." He opened the door. She could see a gorgeous king size bed there. "C'mon. " He called her again.
As she stepped in, he stood at her back. "Relax…" He said, and used his tongue to devour the back of her neck and shoulders. His right arm was clasping her belly. His left hand was on her shoulder at first, then it came into serpentining all over her body.
They could hear the rustle of her dress. When his left hand reached her breast, she leaned on him, she couldn't keep standing. Afterwards, they fell down into bed. They lay with their side down, with her back toward him.
He was tracing the figure of her body and murmured. "It took us twenty years to have this consequence." Although he couldn't see her facial expression, he could feel her breath was getting harder. He kept fiddling her physique on the dress…her waist, thigh and leg…
"Owen…" Being called the name by her salacious voice provoked him to open the zip of her bodycon dress. Then he could see her wear while frillies. Gently, he took off her orange dress and threw it to the floor.
In the long run, he flipped her over on her back. "Show me your everything." Owen was scrutinizing her body with white bras and underpants. Cristina couldn't open her eyes. She was trying to suppress to accept the pleasure, but it was telltale.
He opened her legs and put his body between them. "This is not fair, Owen. You still wear too much clothes." Cristina rose the upper part of her body to undo his jacket and necktie. "I wanna tie you up with this necktie…"
He wrapped her wrists with the necktie. "Hey, don't!" She laughed and removed her wrists. Then, she started kissing him, while her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. "Take off your pants." She requested him, quite sensually.
"As you wish." He did what he was told, therefore the only thing he wore was boxer shorts. "You want this, right? My hard prick." He teasingly pushed himself against her pussy. She could feel that was already calloused. They couldn't touch themselves directly, there were still fabrics.
"Owen, please put out the light." "No." He turned down her insistence. "I said I wanna see everything of you…and that must be under the bright light."