'This is not good," thought Owen while kissing Annabel, and trying to move them to the back seat, "I'm feeling too good right now, dammit." As he thought this, he could feel his erection tighten further. As he slid them back, Annabel moaned, "Fuck!" Owen thought; he felt when the move had caused his erection to rub against her core. Even through all the clothing, this was certainly torture.
Annabel pushed Owen farther along, both the end of his tether, and to the seat. Once there she broke the kiss and looked down at him. Owen just returned the glance, both were longing for the other. Owen just had the sense not to push her, like that stupid ass, Will. At the thought of Will, his eyes hardened, he was totally not as aroused as he was thinking about Annabel.
Annabel seemed to notice this, and rocked her hips against his. She leaned down to his ear, and moaned softly, "Owen, this is supposed to be our time." He smiled, already gaining back the arousal he had lost. Owen moved his hands to her waist, gently encircling them before moving one to grasp the hem of her shirt. He glanced up at Annabel, who kissed him before raising her arms over her head. Owen slid the shirt gently over her head, slowly caressing her breasts on his way. "Owen," she whispered lightly, as though already giving herself fully to him.
Owen reached up with his left hand gently caressing her neck, pulling her down to him softly. He smiled, "Annabel," he whispered back to her, "I love you." He kissed her while sliding his hands around her back to unclasp her bra, but hesitated before sliding it off, waiting for Annabel. If she wasn't ready, he wouldn't force her, but she seemed God Damn ready to him.
Annabel sat up and tossed her bra to the floor, then leaned back down to Owen, where she kept kissing him, pressing her chest against his. Owen smiled into the kiss, before lightly pushing her away to remove his own shirt, tossing the discarded article with Annabel's. While he was doing that, she seemed to have taken an initiative. She started to unbutton, then unzip his jeans, being extremely careful that she didn't press too hard against his already hard member.
Owen moaned quietly, even with her being as gentle as she could manage. She pulled down his jeans and shoved them over to the rest of the clothes. She crawled up Owen's side and kissed him, and Owen flipped them over so that her back was now where his had been a few moments ago. It was his turn, he kissed his way down from her mouth to her neck, neck to breast, and breast to stomach, where he finally stopped and slid his fingers to the front of her jeans.
He heard her whimper from his kisses, and wanted to keep her happy and quiet, but most of all, he wanted her to be as aroused as he was himself. Owen unbuttoned her jeans. "Stupid girl jeans," he thought, "never can get the zipper up or down on the first few tries." But he finally got the zipper down; he slid his hands under the waistband and worked on sliding her jeans down her legs. It would have been easy, if her soft cries weren't arousing him so much. When he finally had the jeans off, he was fed up and threw them to the floor, not really caring about piles. He brought himself over Annabel, noticing that he finally had the girl he had always wanted, under him, in her panties, and begging for him. This realization only got hampered when he realized they were still separated by underwear. He quickly kicked his boxers off, and slid his hands under hers.
Owen looked up at her, upon seeing the eagerness in her eyes; he slid the bothersome garment down and off her legs. He kissed his way back up to her lips, legs to hip, hips to stomach, stomach to breasts, which admittedly he slowed and kissed each nipple before moving on up to her neck. He brought his mouth up to her ear, "Are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked lightly. She nodded and kissed his shoulder.
A/N OK, I know, another cliffhanger, but I'm doing my best to keep each chapter about a page long on Word® so I am very sorry. Please tell me how I am doing with my farm, if my fields are straight or I have to sell my oxen to keep afloat. I really need to know, because I write all for you guys who are expecting the love between these two lovebirds to blossom into a lovely flower. Next chapter, if this one is up to your standards, is going to be the chapter…so everyone be warned, if you do not like anything intimate, this story just fell outside of your likey zone! Don't be a hater, because I warned you.