ATTENTION : M RATED!
Okay, so... this is my first time writing smut in fanfiction. I've writted some Crowen smut in role plays before, but RPs are pretty different. So now my face is painted in different shades of red, idek. Idk how I've written, I... just read it...
"Do you?" she asked for the third time.
Owen gulped hard, not able to detach his eyes from her lips. "Crissa's at Mer's… it's not like I have anything at home to hurry for… and…" he said and ran the fingers of his hand which had been at the back of her neck through her curls.
"And what?" Cristina questioned, her eyes falling from his eyes to his lips.
"And…" he started as he placed his other hand around her waist. "… and…" he said again as he used both his hands to turn her body around towards the couch, taking a step and making her take one as well.
Cristina ran both her hands through his auburn hair and lessened the distance between their lips as she took another step backwards. "… and?" she questioned.
He could feel her warm breath on his lips and couldn't stop himself from closing the gap between their lips more. "… and…" he said, his nose touching hers. "… and I miss you too much to just go," he finally finished his sentence in a whisper, making sure his warm breath would burn her soul through her lips.
She didn't feel she could take it anymore as she felt him torturing her lips with his breath. She gripped his skull with both her hands and pulled his head towards hers fast, her lips landing hard on his. She took a step backward, and another one, and another one, and another one until the backs of her knees hit the arm of the couch.
Owen sucked on her lower lip gently and with the help of his right hand which was on her back, helped her skip the arm of the couch and sit on the couch.
She ran her hands from the back of his neck to his shoulders as she was set on the couch and leaned backward, allowing him to climb on top of her.
Not letting their lips disconnect, Owen placed both his hands on the sides of her head, above her ears and ran his fingers through her hair.
Cristina responded to his kisses and finally parted her lips, welcoming his velvety tongue in.
As he entered her mouth with his tongue, he started tickling her gums with the tip of it, sucking on her tongue every now and then. As he heard her moan into his mouth, he stopped kissing her and pulled away, staring into her eyes. He had missed her so much with every inch of his body and soul. He never realized how much he had missed her until when she tilted her head to give him a view of his favorite spot of her. The back of her neck. He took a deep breath and leaned forwards, leaving light kissed on it.
She let out a soft sigh and tilted her head more to give him more access, but couldn't keep it a sigh when he started licking her earlobe. She moaned and ran her hands through his hair.
He left her neck and went back on her lips, but the kiss didn't last long because Cristina pulled away and leaned forward to kiss Owen's jawline, drawing its shape with her tongue.
He let out a sigh and leaned forward to kiss her throat and her pulse points, going a bit downer to place kissed all around her chest. And he went even downer until he reached her cleavage and placed a gentle kiss on it, making it last longer than any other kiss.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed his kisses, but then opened them and brought her hands to his neck, stroking his jawline on the way, until she reached his tie. She gripped the fabric and tugged on it, untying the tie and once it was away from his neck, tossed it aside. Next, she ran her hands underneath his coat and with his own help, got rid of it. She sat up and placed one kiss on his lips, one on his chin and then his throat. Then, after placing one kiss on the bottomest part of the exposed skin of his chest, started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each new part of skin she'd reveal.
His scent. She took a breath in, taking in his scent. There used to be some sleepless nights in Paris, where only one thing kept her safe. His scent which she never forgot. It always stayed in the air she'd breath, never left. And even if it did, she still had one of his T-shirts in her wardrobe to smell. She wouldn't wear it, she'd just breath in its scent. She never could throw that away when she decided to banish all of their memories; she knew it'd come handy at those sleepless nights.
Now she was breathing it in again, from its source. She licked the middle of his chest, reminding herself of his taste.
Owen grabbed her head and pushed her backwards until her head was again resting on the arm of the couch and started kissing her neck and throat again. He, too, was reminding himself of her scent and taste. He, too, did have a piece of her clothing in one his drawers to smell whenever he'd miss her. After 5 years it still had kept her delectable scent. Or even if it hadn't, he could still smell it. He placed his hands behind her shoulders and pulled her up, helping her sit up and then got off the couch and sat back down behind her. He pulled her hair aside, revealing the skin of her back and placed a kiss on it, while gipping the zipper of her dress and pulling it downward. Once it was all unzipped, he placed his hands underneath the fabric and pulled it down.
Cristina stood up and let him pull it completely off of her and then turned around, lowering herself and straddling him before helping him out of his unbuttoned shirt. She ran her hands along his rocky abdomen and massaged them.
Owen, as well, ran his hands along the sides of her abdomen, making her shiver. Next, he pulled her down until his lips reached her cleavage again, inserting his tongue underneath her bra and, finally, reached out to unclasp it. Once it was off, he threw it aside and nuzzled his nose against her newly exposed nipples, licking one of them as well until it were hardened.
She moaned again at the first touch of his lips on her nipple as shiver after shiver went down her spine. She shifted to the right, placing her other nipple against his mouth and he eagerly grasped it with his lips, sucking on it.
With his hands still on her back, he pulled her down, pressing her breast against his mouth and sucked as hard as he could, swirling his tongue around the nipple time to time. He would stop to catch his breath only to let her moans make him attack her breasts again. Then, he held his head up, licking her chin while making her sit up and then lean back so he could climb on top of her again.
Cristina ran her fingers through his hair and then gripped his shoulders, pushing them so he would go downer on her. And he did go downer, stopping at her belly button and swirling his tongue inside it and then kissed the sensitive skin under it.
She knew what was coming next and, after five years of not having it happen, she was more than ready for it. She held up her hips, making sure he knew what he had to do next.
As she held up her hips, Owen's nose made contact with her clit through the fabric of her panties and another shiver went down Cristina's spine. With the tip of his nose, Owen could both feel and smell the wetness between her legs and he couldn't wait to taste it, so he put his thumbs underneath the hem of her panties and pulled it down slowly, making sure it would touch her clit so he could hear another moan escape her throat. The piece of clothing was finally thrown towards the pile of discarded clothes and was forgotten. Owen took a deep breath in, enjoying the smell and then leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her clit making her let out a sigh, followed by a loud moan. Not disconnecting his lips with her clit, he parted his lips and let his tongue touch it gently and then pressed it with his tongue. He placed each of his hands on each one of her thighs and started licking her pussy slowly.
Another loud moan escaped Cristina's throat, and another, and another. She felt like she would die with the overload of pleasure as he started licking her faster and faster. She ran her fingers through his hair again. They stopped massaging his skull, and instead her fingers dug into the skin of his skull the instant she felt him penetrate her with his tongue.
Owen would swirl his tongue inside her, making sure to hit her sweet spots repeatedly. With his thumb, he gave her some bonus and started massaging her clit.
Now she was almost screaming, not able to control herself. Not that she cared to control herself though. All that mattered to her at that moment was the tip of Owen's tongue moving up and down, hitting her g-spot with its upward movement. "Owen…" she whispered and when his tongue tickled her there again, screamed his name.
Owen finally took out his tongue and licked her from top to bottom. He went up and kissed her lips, letting her taste herself. At the same time, a certain part of him which had gotten as hard as a rock a while ago was pressed against Cristina's knee.
She sat up and pushed Owen backwards until his head was back on the arm of the couch and, again, straddled him. She kissed him deeply and went downer and downer and kissed his abs and then went even downer until there was no skin left for her to kiss and lick. She unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather out of the buckle fast. Next, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and got rid of them as fast as she could. His boxer briefs were tented by his penis, letting her know just how ready he was. She got rid of those too and tossed them aside to join the rest of the clothes, along with his socks and shoes.
Owen gulped hard, closing his eyes, as he felt her warm breath against his cock. Only the tip of her tongue touching the tip of his cock was enough for his eyes to go at the back of his head. And, now, it was time for his moans to fill the apartment.
Cristina grazed his length with her fingernails and leaned forward kissing the tip. She licked his full length as she stroked the base. Satisfied that she'd teased him enough, she finally took him in her mouth as far as could go and started moving her head back and forth in a rhythm.
Owen's breath was caught in his throat, his mouth open, as she started sucking. He placed his hands on her skull rocking her head faster and faster until he could feel his balls tighten. "Cristina…" he whispered, his voice shaking. "Stop."
Cristina just kept going, not listening to him, so he grabbed her head pulling it away and then pushed her back and downward. She stared at him questioningly before her breath got caught in her throat. He had penetrated her with his cock without warning; nothing else was to be expected from her.
He went inside her as deeply as he could go and stayed that way for a few seconds, then, pulled out completely and drove in again. He repeated this again and again, at a slow rhythm, teasing the both of them.
Cristina moaned aloud, not able to tolerate all the tease. "Owen…" she let out, breathless, "please…"
Owen leaned down, going the deepest again, and kissed her lips gently, not listening to her. It'd been so long, he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could. As much as he loved wild, fast sex, he wanted this one slow. It felt amazing to be inside her, as amazing as it always had felt. He felt he was where he belonged. He felt as if he'd been in that happy state forever and there never had been 6 years of separation. It felt as if he'd always been inside her, and not only physically. He had missed this feeling and now he had it back.
Cristina sighed softly and kissed his lips as well. She realized what he wanted to do. She realized he was going to take it slow, make it last as long as possible. She thought maybe he was scared he would lose her again, but she knew he wouldn't. She wouldn't let him lose her again because she didn't want to lose him either. She felt so safe in that state. She hadn't felt that safe in 6 years. The feeling of him being inside her was just as incredible as it always had been.
He felt like it was time for him to move. So he, again, pulled completely out of her and drove all the way back in, slowly and then making it faster and faster, but still keeping it gentle. He would kiss her time to time while going in and out of her.
"Ow-… Owen…" she moaned his name, placing her hands on his buttocks, pushing him downward so he would go deeper inside her. She wanted him to be so deep inside her, so deep so he couldn't get out, so he'd stay like that forever. She wanted him to be there forever because she didn't want to let go of him again. When he pulled completely out of her again, she held his buttocks and pulled him back inside, letting him know that was the place for him.
He sped it up, moving up and down faster and faster until he felt her walls clasp around him. She screamed, she moaned, she shuddered, she shivered and finally she climaxed. Once sure she was coming, Owen let himself come too. He shouted, he moaned, he buried his face in her neck and bit hard on it. Neither of them cared what this bite would leave on her neck later.
Their orgasm seemed to last for as long as they'd been away, filling in the days they were apart. The walls of the apartment, the vases on the tables, the picture frames on the walls all were shaking with the sound of their screams and moans.
Their orgasm faded away finally, but he was still inside her, not wanting to get off. He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, her throat, her chest, her cleavage, each of her nipples, and her abdomen, then licked the inside of her belly button and finally got out of her. He placed a kiss on her clit and parted his lips to press his tongue against it, then ran it down to lick her entrance. Again, she started to moan softly and then louder and louder as he, again, started to tease her g-spot with the tip of his tongue. He started humming, so the wave of his voice would torture her inner walls even more. "Oh… God… Owen…" she moaned massaging his skull as he massaged her clit.
As he felt her walls tighten around his tongue, he pulled it out and replaced it with his cock again. Cristina let out a relieved sigh as she realized it was going to happen all over again. He went so deep inside her and stopped. "D-don't stop," Cristina cried, throwing her head back.
He didn't say anything, still inside of her, sat up and leaned back so she would be on top this time. Once she saw matters was in her own hands, started going up and down on him riding him like a cowgirl. She leaned forward, letting the change of his cock's position inside her stroke her walls and licked his earlobe. Rocking her hips up and down, she sucked on the side of his neck, moaning against it and bit on it, taking revenge for the hicky he'd left on her own neck.
He moaned aloud as she bit him. Hearing his moan, she smirked against his neck and moved to his chest biting again. "Cristina…" he whispered against her neck and gave it a light bite as well.
"Ow…" she said, a moan following it. She rolled her hips around him as fast as she could until she could feel another orgasm approaching her. She buried her face in his neck and screamed as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her whole body.
Owen closed his eyes, moaning aloud as he, too, was climaxing. He gave her walls all that he had until both of them stopped screaming.
Cristina collapsed on his chest, not letting him come out of her, trying to catch her breath. "I… I'd missed you…" she whispered as she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
Owen kissed her back, stroking her curls, "I missed you too."
They stayed like that for minutes, until Cristina pulled away slowly and stood up. "Let's go to bed… I'm so tired," she said reaching out a hand for him to grab.
He sat up and stared at her outstretched hand. "I think I better go home instead."
Cristina frowned. "Oh, shut up," she said and grabbed his hand pulling him up. "You're not going anywhere away from me, ever," she said, standing on her toes and kissed his lips. "Like… ever…" she said and stepped backward and lead him towards her bedroom.
He didn't say anything and just let her take him wherever she wanted. As they arrived in her bedroom, she pushed him backwards and then downwards until he was lying on the bed, then she joined him and pulled the covers on them. "… ever…" she said again, placing her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around it. "… ever…" she repeated, closing her eyes, and listened to his heart beat for her until both of them fell asleep.
Idek how it got so long... it just got... okay... bye... I'm so embarrassed now...