Tryst at St. Margaret's, Bianca Chevalier

Not too long after texting Bianca after the horrible meeting with his father, Owen was in his ivory Aston Martin Vantage S Roadster on the A24 speeding his way to Sutton. He didn't want to be anywhere near London! He was fuming from the way his father acted. Jaw clenched he gripped the wheel in frustration, his eyes red. He kept replaying the event over and over in his head and he cursed himself for even attempting to give his father the time of day.

He felt some glimmer of hope when he got Bianca's text, he hadn't seen her in what seemed like forever. He had to see her! So he arranged for them to meet at St. Margaret's in Sutton, a bed and breakfast he and Bianca always escaped to just to be with each other. It was the perfect place away from everyone and everything. At this moment in time he would have preferred to go further but he didn't want to put Bianca out by going to far outside of London without catching the suspicious of her father.

Owen couldn't give two spits how his father felt right now, his father was wrong! Owen tried to be diplomatic about the situation but his father pushed him too far, especially when it came to Bianca. He thought if anything his father would understand how things were with him and Bianca and that it was like how his father was with his mother...Owen shook his head, his father would never understand.

Owen pulled up to St. Margaret's, once he was inside he was greeted generously by the Owner. Owen and Bianca were their favorite couple and customers. Owen welcomed the hugs and kisses from the family that owned the quiet little inn. Of course he bought the usually double room for him and Bianca. The room itself was only £40 but Owen paid double as a courtesy, the owner's of St. Margaret treated him and Bianca well. One of the good traits passed on from his old man was his generosity. Owen soon found himself in room 2106 removing his jacket and sitting on the bed. It was the one time he felt relaxed since he got back from Scotland, he hoped Bianca would show up soon.

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How she had managed to sneak away, Bianca wasn't sure. Events had been in her favor tonight, which she supposed was because she had been a good girl in her father's eyes since she and Owen had been caught trying to elope a few months ago. To her father's knowledge, she had not attempted to see him or even contact him, though thankfully he didn't appear to be concerned with checking her phone records. It was ridiculous, seeing as she was twenty-seven years old... but politics were important to her family, and thus a relationship with the heir to the Santiago dynasty wasn't exactly a great thing.Her phone was resting in her back pocket, a small bag sitting on the front seat as she quickly turned on her car. If anyone asked about her disappearance, she'd have to make something up. Thankfully, she was sure she could speak to Rose and have her help out with a cover story. She'd have to remember to text her later and ask for her help. But right now, Bianca could only think about the drive ahead of her, and Owen waiting for her at St. Margaret's. Her stomach was in knots with excitement, for she hadn't see Owen since the night they'd planned to run away together. Their parents had made sure they were kept apart, and though they had kept in contact with texts and phone calls, she hadn't seen him in months.Bianca's heart jumped with the thought of seeing him, and she gripped the wheel harder as her BMW Z4 sDrive35is sped away from her home in London. The radio turned on with the push of a button, and she set her sights on what might possibly have caused Owen to want to see her so badly. Yes, they were in love, but from the way he'd been texting her, Bianca could tell he was upset. Something had really pushed him over the edge, and she was only too happy to be the one from which he sought comfort. But still, she worried about him, knowing he was driving while he might be upset.It seemed to take forever, but Bianca finally pulled up to the bed and breakfast. She spotted Owen's ivory Aston Martin Vantage S Roadster and pulled into a spot a few cars down. Grabbing her bag and purse, Bianca stepped out of her car and closed the door, walking into the little bed and breakfast. She was greeted with enthusiasm almost immediately by the family that owned the inn, for they knew her and Owen very well from the past times they had stayed. Owen had always been generous and kind, and the family adored the two of them. Likewise, there was an affection for them in return. Bianca and Owen always felt welcome and safe at this little b&b, which is probably why Owen suggested it in the first place.They handed her a key and ushered her up to the room, telling her that Owen had already arrived. Her heart was in her stomach as she placed the key in the lock of room number 2106, their usual suite. The door opened and she slipped inside, shutting it behind her and finally lifting her eyes to glance around the room. She found him immediately, his tall frame sitting on the edge of the bed, and her heart thudded wildly in her chest. A soft thud sounded as her bags hit the floor, and she moved over toward him, her arms encircling him as she stood in front of him. "Owen, I missed you so much," she murmured, pressing her face against his shoulder.

Owen stood up once he saw Bianca, he felt he was gonna break down just by the sight of her! He walked towards her but it was like he was moving in slow motion and couldn't get to her fast enough as she approached him. His arms wrapped about her tightly. His face buried itself near the nape of her neck, he inhaled her scent and felt upon her blonde hair.

"Binks...oh Binks."

He rocked her gently back and forth. It was as if he was trying to keep her from slipping out of his grasp or trying to ensure she was the real thing. He tried to stay away at his father's behest and to ensure Bianca didn't have to endure to much being with him. He couldn't bare being away from her and wanted time to stand still just so he could be with her longer.

"I'm so glad you came. Things...have been...my father...Ugh! Life is hell without you!"

He came halfway out of their embrace his hands cupping her face as he stared long and hard into her eyes as if trying to memorize all of her features so he would never forget her. He leaned forward brushing his lips across hers kissing her lightly. He smiled just feeling her close to him made that much of a difference.

"I've missed you so much."

He sighed softly as he sat upon the bed his hands entangling themselves in hers as he brought her close to him. He looked up at her, his eyes drinking the lovely visage that stood before him. She was like a goddess to him. She was all that mattered to him she made life easy where it was hard. He thought of his father's words, you're just too blinded by her pretty face to see it He looked away anger rising within him. Damn his old man! He lowered his eyes looking to her delicate hands within his. He looked to her again.

"How are things with you?"

It felt so good to have his arms around her once more. Bianca inhaled deeply, letting the scent of him, safe and familiar, envelop her. Owen pressed his face against the nape of her neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, but she didn't mind in the slightest. She held him tighter as he whispered the affectionate nickname that only her brother had ever used before him. The gentle rocking put her racing heart at ease, but she clung to him, wanting to be sure this experience was really happening. After having been apart for so long, she could still hardly believe that she had managed to sneak away to be with him, that he was actually standing before her.He pulled back, cupping her face as she met his gaze. Bianca lifted a hand, gently placing it over one of his as it touched her cheeks, a soft smile curving her lips and twitching up the corners of her eyes. He lowered his lips, lightly brushing them over hers in a soft kiss that she eagerly returned. God, it felt so good to be with him again. The missing piece of her had returned, and she was finally able to enjoy the feeling of being whole once more. "I couldn't say no, Owen... I wanted to see you so badly." She turned her face, placing a gentle kiss along the inside of his palm."I've missed you, too," she said, still smiling at him. How could she do anything but smile when she was around him? Owen had always had that effect on her, from the moment they'd first met. He'd been charming and funny, their conversations lengthy and playful. Nothing had changed about that over the two years they'd been together, and she had fallen so easily in love with him.Owen pulled back slightly and took a seat back upon the edge of the bed. Their hands still clasped, Bianca moved closer so she was standing in front of him at the side of the bed. He looked up at her, the expression so loving that it made her heart melt. She could still hardly believe that he loved her as much as she loved him, could hardly believe how lucky they were to have found one another. And despite the unluckiness of their situation, it hadn't seemed to dampen their feelings for one another. For that much, at least, she was grateful.Something flashed across his face; anger. Owen averted his gaze, and her smile faltered slightly. With a quick squeeze of his hands, his gaze returned to hers. Bianca averted her gaze this time, taking a deep breath and expelling it slowly. "Well, to be honest... they've been an absolute nightmare. With Andrew dying..." she trailed off, her heart constricting with the pain that often came with remembering the loss of her brother. It had hurt her in so many ways... she had lost her brother and her best friend, and had all of his responsibilities shoved on her afterward. Taking another deep breath, Bianca shook her head and continued."Father has been having me followed, constantly watched... meetings all day long, every day. It's... it's draining," she said, deflating a little before him. Honestly, she hated the idea of running her family after her father passed. She wanted nothing to do with the politics, nothing to do with running things. It didn't matter to her, and she had never been interested in it. But the pressure coming from her family was growing every day, especially with the events that had occurred in quick succession.Bianca pushed the troubling thoughts from her head, trying not to focus on dreams of what it would have been like if she and Owen had only just gotten away before Arran had found them. She returned her gaze to him and smiled once more, lifting a hand and stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers. "What about you? I can tell something's bothering you. You know you can talk to me."

He grasped her hand tightly at the mentioned of her brother dying. He remembered her text and he was angry not just over her losing her brother but not being able to be there for her like he should have been. He nodded at her mention of meetings and her grooming to become family head now.In an ideal situation they're both being family heads and lovers would be considered good things a possible merger between two families. This was not 19th century though and they're union was forbidden.

Owen could not help but think what life would have been like if they had eloped to live a normal life. He thought of his drive off the Scotland Coast a few days earlier, the peace, the absence of politics and family secrets all that was missing was Bianca. As much as he enjoyed their stays at St. Margaret's he knew that it would take more than a tryst in a bed and breakfast to full realize the love they felt for each other.

Owen was a bit more forunate with his surveillance or lack thereof. His father was of course swept away in concern over Abby. He was pretty sure anyone else in his family were not as concerned save Julian. The way Owen felt now Julian could take it all and he could care less what happened to the family especially since his father didn't care. He closed his eyes resting his forehead upon Bianca's stomach letting an exaggerated sigh escape his lips, his fingertips lingering upon hers before one escaping her grasp to reach into his pocket pulling the letter from the Legion from his pocket.

"I went to see my father about this..."

He raised the crumpled parchment paper to Bianca. The letter accused him of different "charges" if you will and judgement. It was definitely disconcerting enough for Owen to contact his father.

"Of course he said it was nothing to worry about. I swear the old man walks around with his head up his ass half the time."

Owen scoffed in half laughter at his own commment.He wished he found the situation funny but it was far from so.

"Of course he wanted to know how I was acculumating to life in London with my family...without you...I tried to be diplomatic about it...honest...he went on about dating and the Chevaliers. He just...wouldn't stop."

Even thought Owen remembered everything that was said and done he had trouble recalling what had happened without the emotional turmoil it wrought upon him. His hands rested Bianca's hips gripping them slightly as if trying to maintain his grasp on reality.

"Binks..."

He struggled to breath remembering his father words about his mother, ...if she was alive today, I know she would be extremely disappointed to hear you say the things you just did..

"Am I wrong? Am I a bad person."

He wanted to make his father proud, his mother proud and even though his love for Bianca wasn't considered one of his shining achievements to his family it felt like the only thing that was right in his life. Owen knew that as well as Bianca did.

"My father thinks I'm just one of his subordinates. He doesn't think I'm capable of leading the family. He doesn't understand..."

It was impossible to deny that losing Andrew had been hard on her. Not that Bianca would ever say she didn't miss her brother, or that she was unaffected by his death... but she would certainly admit to herself that the whole ordeal could have been handled a lot easier. For one, her father could have not so eagerly pushed his hopes and dreams for Andrew onto Bianca. But it also would have been easier on her had she been able to run to Owen for comfort. She'd been able to text him, and he'd called her to console her the best he could... but both of them would have to admit that there were better ways to comfort her in her time of loss.If only their love could be accepted... but unfortunately, it wasn't that simple.Damn politics.Owen leaned forward, resting his head against her stomach, and Bianca lifted her hand to lightly play with the hair at the nape of his neck. His fingers gripped hers briefly as a sigh escaped his lips, and then he pulled away. She watched as he pulled a letter from his pocket. Her eyes widened slightly in confusion, looking from the letter to him and back, but she stayed silent as he began to explain.But it seemed that he wasn't about to explain the contents of the letter entirely, so she let it go for the moment as he carried on. And then they reached the heart of the issue, the reason he was so upset... She was aware that Owen's relationship with his father was strained, and she could hardly blame him. After all, it had been Arran that had destroyed their elopement before it had even really gotten too far. Bianca had often wondered what it would have been like if she'd been able to sneak away with him a few minutes earlier... if they hadn't been delayed... But there was no use dwelling on it now. It was over. Done with. In the past.Bianca nodded silently as he continued to explain, clasping her hands in front of her as she watched him. His hands lifted, coming to rest on her hips, and she took a step closer to him. Her name on his lips brought a smile to her face, and she lifted her hands, cupping his face and kissing his forehead lightly.His next words caught her off-guard. Bianca slowly tilted his face up so that his eyes met hers, and she fixed him with a serious stare. "You are not a bad person, Owen," she whispered, though her voice was full of conviction. "It is not bad to be in love... it's just that our situation is..." She paused, lowered her gaze and let out a sigh, then lowered her hands. "Unlucky, for lack of better words..."She shook her head at his father's words, pulling away from him and turning her back, taking a few paces away as she crossed her arms around her middle. "He's wrong." Bianca tightly gripped herself in a small hug, trying to quiet the gnawing feelings within her. She hated hurting someone she loved, and there was no denying that Owen was hurting... and a lot of it stemmed from their relationship. "You can make a difference... you can run the family..."But I don't want you to.Her mind wouldn't let the thought escape once it had passed. She couldn't let it go. She was aware that their relationship was causing major strain on both of their families, but none more so than on Owen himself. He was gaining a lot of pressure from his father, and while she was taking on pressures from her own family, she didn't like knowing she was the cause of trouble for Owen. Her stomach clenched uncomfortably, and she closed her eyes tightly."Owen... I would understand if you wanted to... end things. I know it's... difficult..." Her voice was strained. Her throat closed up with the thought of losing him. Bianca kept her eyes closed, trying to focus on her breathing. She needed to say this, to put it out there... just in case it were the best course of action... But she needed to do it before she had an anxiety attack. That was one thing she didn't want Owen to know about. He had enough on his plate without having to worry about her. "I just want you to be happy," Bianca finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Owen gaze drowned in that of Bianca's as he found comfort in her words. He thought about their situation and did not think their romance weighed so heavily on his life as Bianca implied. Owen couldn't help but wonder if that's how she truly felt about it all. She seemingly confirmed his sentiments by pulling away from him. His gaze lowered to the floor only to look up at her as he watched her hug herself. He looked at her quizzically watching her hug herself as if she were trying to comfort herself in a way he could not. This bothered him. She supported his belief in his ability to lead his family but now he questioned if that was what he truly wanted. He knew for a fact that Bianca's words betrayed her true feelings.

The strains between them were that of their families, this much Owen did realize. However, Owen wondered if he and Bianca were looking at the scale differently. Bianca vision of the scale showed the family outweighing their relationship while the way Owen saw it was the other way around. Owen stood up from the bed slowly approaching Bianca letting his hands gently rest upon Bianca's shoulder allowing his body to come as close to hers as possible. He inhaled the scent of her hair closing her eyes glad that she was with him and not wanting to be any place but there, with her. But the next words to escape her betrayed the meaning of them being together. He didn't understand.

"Bianca...Why would you say such a thing?"

Owen grasped Bianca's shoulders turning her around sharply so she could face him. He knew that she couldn't possible have meant what she said. She could even look him in the face when she said it! Those grey blue eyes searched her deep blue eyes for a possible explanation any indication as to why she could have made the statement that she just made. Did she truly believe that giving up on the thing that mattered most to them was the best course of action? A resolution to all their troubles? A means to an end? Owen refused to believe it!

"I am happy with you. Life without you would be unbearable I can't lose you...not when I need you the most."

Owen's strong hands felt Bianca's fair skin upon the nape of her neck before coming to her cheek. He felt the warmth of her, the warmth of someone that was beautiful inside and out. A warmth he felt he couldn't find in anyone else. He stared into those pools of deep blue longingly, damn she was beautiful. Just to be near her set his heart racing! He had no one else in his world besides her, he hoped she realize that. Owen pulled Bianca closer...and closer bringing her lips close to his before he began to kiss her with such fervor. His hands cupping her face as he did.

"I love you so much."

Those words breathed out of his lips to her between kisses. His hands fell upon her shoulders. His hands felt along arms gently, stroking her warm milky skin. His kisses feel from her lips along the napes of her necks to her collar bone before coming back to kiss her lips again. Hands traced her torso feeling along her supple stomach. His hands spidered their way to her thighs his finger gently clawing into the tender flesh.

"Oh Bianca..."

She felt his hands rest gently on her shoulders and started, having not expected him to approach her. Of course, that was silly of her. Why would he not? Owen could tell when something was upsetting her, and it wasn't as though she weren't obvious in her emotions, no matter how hard she tried to keep them under control. The words slipped from her lips before she could think to stop them, but Bianca felt as though they had to be said. She had to let him know that he wasn't trapped in this relationship, that she only wanted what was best for him, no matter what it meant for her.Owen turned her around to face him, and her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. Not with fear of him, but perhaps fear of what his answer might have been. She offered up the only reasonable defense she could, wanting desperately to explain that she only wanted him to be happy, not that she truly wanted to lose him. In fact, that was the worst thing she could think of. But Bianca had always been the type of person to sacrifice for her loved ones... that was why she hadn't immediately rebelled against her father when he'd told her that she was to take Andrew's place as next-in-line.His words made her heart race, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Bianca felt his hand against the back of her neck, felt his fingertips trail along the sensitive skin of her jaw line to her cheek. She bit her lip, her eyes watering slightly as she realized her words had hurt him. Bianca hadn't intended that, but it didn't matter now. The words were out and she couldn't take them back. Their eyes met, and she couldn't pull her gaze away from his if her life depended on it.She felt herself leaning into him as he pulled her closer, raising her arms to rest against his chest. Her head tilted back slightly, raising her lips to meet his as he kissed her. But this kiss was different, held an urgency, a fervor that didn't color their normal kisses. Bianca responded with eagerness she hadn't known she had within her, pressing her body closer to his as his fingers lifted to cup her cheeks, holding her to him. His breathless words, whispered against her lips, made her shiver."I love you, too," she murmured back, her arms lifting around his neck and bringing his lips back to hers. Bianca thrilled in the taste of him, in the touch of his fingers on her skin. It seemed that where ever he touched her, her skin was set ablaze. Owen's lips moved from hers, and Bianca tilted her head to give him better access to the sensitive spots along her neck. A breathless sigh left her lips.As Owen's kisses found her lips once more, Bianca began to thread her fingers through his hair, deepening their kisses as a longing buried deep within her was stirred to life. It had been so long since she felt him like this, and Bianca hadn't really stopped to think before about all of the many ways in which she had missed him. There was so much between them that needed to be made up for from the past months of isolation from one another, and she was more than willing to give herself over to those carnal needs.His hands touched her shoulders. His fingers traced down the delicate skin of her arms. Her fingers tightened their grip on his ginger locks, her kisses becoming hungry and more passionate by the second. Bianca could feel his fingers against her stomach, and the nearness to her core sent another shiver of awareness coursing through her. When Owen moved his talented hands to her thighs, Bianca couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her, suppressed as the sound was against his lips.She wanted him, that was much certain. But more than that, she needed him with every fiber of her being. Bianca moved her fingers from his hair, sliding down his neck to the collar of his shirt and slipping just inside, touching the heated flesh of his chest. Her fingers numbly worked at a button near the neck, though in her heated state, she was hardly functioning up to her normal standards. It had been a long time, and the need for Owen was all-consuming. The only way to communicate came as a breathless sigh against his lips."Owen..."

Owen's bodies pressed against Bianca's as his hungry fingers seeking her flesh. He reached at her waist tugging on her pants pulling her into him as he pressed her into the wall. His breath intermingled with hers between kisses as his tongue sought out hers. Each kiss was met with a hungry nibble upon her bottom lips his hands finding her face, her breasts, her buttocks. All were grasped and fondled in his strong eager hands.

He opened her jacket bringing it over her shoulder, he used the jacket to arch her back into him as he kissed and locked upon her neck before throwing the jacket away from her. He turned her around making her face the wall her hands above her resting on it as he approached from behind. He slowed down, his breath heavy. His passion for her strong and apparent. He combed her hair to one side allowing his head to come close so he could nibble upon her ear the breath from his nose breathing gently into her ear.

Owen brought his hands to meet hers only to have them trail along her arms brushing her fair flesh. His fingers traced underneath her arms finding the top button of her blouse. In suspenseful succession he released each button. His hands went inside her blouse feeling the tops of breasts, tracing the lace of her bra before sliding along her smooth stomach. His eyes were closed, his breaths calm yet strongly lustful for Bianca. God how he loved her so.

His hands removed themselves from the confines of her blouse finding the top of her slacks which he gently, teasingly unbuttoned, yet he did not unzip them. He turned Bianca back around picking her up by her waist and arching her into him for another passionate kiss. Oh how he had waited for this moment, to feel her, love her! One kiss ended with another kiss the taste of her driving him as wild as the smell and feel of her. Her whole being intoxicated him with ecstasy.

He immediately removed his coat and vest discarding them to the floor all while he lips remained locked up hers in passionate fervor. He pressed close to her again but enough to allow his hands to once again feel upon the exposed parts of her skins between her clothes. His hand found her pants again allowing his thumb and index to gently unzip her pants allowing his hands to reach in the feel the supple flesh of her behind and bewitching thighs.

He pressed her body against his, fingers digging into the skin at her waist as their kisses deepened. Owen stepped her backwards until she felt the pressure of the wall against her back, and Bianca willingly pressed his body closer to hers, pinning herself between his heat and the wall. His teeth gently grazed her bottom lip between kisses, bringing soft whimpers from her lips in response. She could taste him on her tongue as they kissed, the intoxicating effect he had over her thrilling. His hands were everywhere on her, cupping her face as he kissed her, exploring her body and stopping to hold her breasts, her buttocks, gripping her heated flesh.Air nestled itself against her heated skin through her blouse as Owen pulled open her jacket, pushing down one side and forcing her arm backward. Bianca arched willingly against him, her chin lifting as his lips traveled from hers to her neck, the sensitive spot he'd found so easily their first time together. Quickly enough, her jacket was removed, thrown somewhere to be later discovered when passion wasn't as prominent in the room.The sensations of his lips on her neck disappeared, and Bianca found herself turned, facing the wall, panting hard with Owen standing behind her. Her hands rested flat against the wall slightly above her shoulders, her body tense with waiting as she sensed Owen's presence so close behind her. Fingers brushed the hair from the side of her face and she closed her eyes as she felt the heat of his breath against her neck once more, playing along the bare part of her shoulder before it disappeared beneath her blouse. His teeth nibbled gently on her ear, his breath brushing it lightly. She gave a sharp intake of breath at his teasing, her need for him growing with every passing second.Bianca felt his fingers reach up to touch her hands, trailing the light fingertips down along her arms, causing tiny goose pimples to rise up at the vulnerability of her skin. His hands moved around between her and the wall, searching of the button at the top of her blouse. Owen found it easily, but the pace at which he released each one was agonizingly slow. Each one let in more of the cool air against her front, each sending a wave of awareness over her body. She felt his hands slip beneath the open front of her blouse, touching the heated skin of her breasts as they disappeared into her bra. Her stomach jumped, tingled as his exploration moved there.She could hear his breath spiking in tempo, knew her own was coming in short gasps. Her deep love for him made the sensations all the more passionate for her. A soft whimper of protest left her lips as his hands removed from her blouse and the sensitive skin beneath. Instead, they made their way down to her slacks, pushing the button slowly through its hole. It was tantalizingly slow and it drove her insane. Slowly, he turned her back around and lifted her with his arms encircling her waist, arching her body against him as he kissed her once again.God, he was amazing. Intoxicating.He quickly began to remove his own clothing, and Bianca's nimble fingers lifted to help him push off his coat and vest. The rustle of clothing as it hit the floor made her all the more excited, knowing he was baring his flesh to her. Their lips were press melted together in tender, passionate kisses, and Bianca was in no hurry to end them. His hands returned quickly to her bared skin beneath her blouse, and Bianca moaned her approval against his lips, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. His fingers worked their way down toward her slacks once more, the gentle loosening around her hips sending her heart racing.A sharp intake of breath left her lips as his hand slid between the fabric, lightly probing against the folds of heated flesh between her thighs. She was going insane with wanting, her fingers tightly gripping his shoulders. Instinctively, her fingers clawed at his shirt, her passion-fogged mind attempting to make sense of the buttons on his shirt. She was close to panting with his intimate caress, but she managed to get the first few buttons open before growing annoyed enough with them to merely slip her fingers underneath to his bare chest.

Owen smiled in their kisses as Bianca fumbled with his buttons. His breath quickened feeling her hands upon his chest. His hands moved to un-do the rest of the buttons of his shirt pulling it open for her. His hands felt along her sides gripping the flesh, releasing it, gently clawing at her flesh teasingly. His hands slid down achingly slowly swiping her slacks letting them descend from her waist and crumple upon her ankles.

Owen looked into Bianca's blue eyes as he kissed her moving his way down to her neck, kissing, licking, breathing at her flesh savoring the taste of her skin and the light prespiration upon it. Hands joined feeling upon the small of her back fingers slipping beneath the lace elastic of her panties teasing circling around her waist playing at the hidden flesh within as they found their way to the front of her panties. His fingers slipped away from the laced lining playing upon the fabric from the outside. He gently pulled at the elastic band letting it lightly snap back upon her flesh teasingly. He grinned looked to Bianca and grinned.


Strong, lengthy fingers tips trailed upward to her matching bra. They enclosed on the lace cups filled by her voluptuous flesh, fingertips dived between the garment and with ease found and released the clasp that secured it. Like opening the lid to a bountiful treasure he slid away the cups revealing her flesh mounds. Hand traced the curve of the flesh teasingly before grasping them firmly within his hands massaging them with his thumbs and fingers.He took in a sharp breath at her perfection not just the look of her but the feel of her too! God! He released her breasts his hands removing her bra before reaching around her waisted bringing her into him. He lifted her letting her long legs wrap around his waist he walked backwards with her, kissing her before turning swiftly allowing them to fall into the plush blankets of one of the double beds.

He slid between her legs hands feeling under her thigh reaching for her ample butt within her panties as he continued kissing her. One arm rested him over her as the other trailed from her buttocks along her navel, up her stomach finding the mounds upon her chest again. His hand felt upon the both of them finding the crevice between them. His mouth escaped hers and were soon kissing and suckling upon the mounds. He removes his shirt as he tasted upon her chest with rapture.

He seemed to sense the frustration within her and quickly helped make quick work of the buttons on the rest of his shirt, smiling into their kisses against her lips. She let out a breathy sigh against his lips as she smiled back. It was good that they were still able to be playful in their passion, and there was no awkwardness between them. But as soon as the playful moment had passed, it was back to the fire hot passion that consumed them both. Bianca felt his hands at her sides, gripping into her hips, clawing at her body. As his hands began to slide lower, Bianca felt a shiver rush through her body.The slacks slid easily over her hips, loosening as they slipped down her thighs and past her knees. They fell into a pile around her ankles, and Bianca picked up her feet to step out of them, kicking off the low heels she'd been wearing as well. Her height dipped a few inches lower, but Bianca didn't let the small distance come between them. She lifted her eyes, gaze meeting Owen's as he leaned down to kiss her again. It was erotic to keep up eye contact while his lips traveled down to her neck, nipping and lavishing the delicate skin with his tongue. She gave in, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting slightly as her head tilted back, surrendering to the need he was filling her with.A soft mewling noise escaped her lips as his talented fingers once more found their way around to her front, brushing the hem of her panties. He was teasing her in the most delicious way, and she was hardly able to stand it. Owen pressed his fingers against her intimately, sending waves of sensation through her with the slightest touch. But he always gave her just enough to get her wanting more, then pulled back his sensual assault. Now he slid his fingers back up, pulling at the elastic hem of her underwear and letting it lightly slap back against her skin.Her eyes fluttered open, catching his grin. She smiled back at him, leaning up on her tip toes and catching his lips in a quick kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. His fingers returned to her body, trailing up her sides and playing with the thin fabric that held her breasts. The clasp was easy work for Owen; soon enough, her flesh was free for his caresses to continue. She felt the heat of his hands against her breasts, fingers tracing the curve of her. He was marveling in her, and Bianca loved every moment of it. Soon enough, the straps of her bra traveled down her arms, with Owen's help, and fell away to the floor, joining the rest of the clothing they were slowly shedding.Owen reached for her, pulling her body flush against his. He lifted her and Bianca looped her arms around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist. Strong hands supported her as he carried her toward the bed, their lips meeting in another series of passionate kisses. Their bodies hit the softness of the mattress and Bianca allowed Owen to roll himself on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. Her fingers reached up, threading through his hair and holding him against her. Owen pulled back momentarily, removing his shirt before his mouth moved lower on her body.A breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back, pressing her breast against his mouth. She loved the way he made her feel, the things he did to her. Owen made her body sing, her mind soar, her heart flutter. Bianca whimpered under his assault, her hips lifting slightly against his body still settled between her legs.

Her moans thralled him to ravage her body! He released her breasts from the confines of his hungry mouth kissing her upper stomach trailing kisses and licks along her stomach to her navel his body crawling lower and lower. Hands came to grip the sides of her panties allowing them to slid them along her thighs, her calves, and off from her ankles. He stood taking them and sling shotting them across the room grinning to Bianca.

He knelt on the foot of the bed kicking of his shoes before pulling at Bianca's lovely legs pulling her to the bed's edge. He bit his bottom lip as he lowered himself to her sex hand stroking the tender folds feeling the warm moisture exude from the within. Hands felt along her warm inner thighs meeting them with kisses and licks and inched closer and closer to the heated crevice betwixt them.

Owen's lips and tongue were soon upon its quarry. His teeth teasingly and every so slightly nibbled being replaced with gentle kisses before he began lapping at the folds of her flesh followed by greedy, lusty sucks that savored the taste of her inner flesh and juices that flowed from her like nectar from a ripe fruit.

Hands were busy keeping thighs open to offer her him to his hungry mouth kneading the supple flesh of her inner legs. Breaking away from the succulent peach was torment for him as he turned is attention to her milky thighs. His body was soon overs hers as his kissed her laying his body betwixt her legs and upon her allowing her body to cradle his own. His breaths were rapid, the heat of his body boiling with lust. He rested against her kissing her sparingl fighting himself to linger in this passionate moment with her.

Bianca was beginning to slowly go mad with longing. Owen kissed and licked a heated trail down her stomach, his hands reaching down and making quick work of removing her underwear. The thin fabric slid down her hips, over her thighs and past her knees. He pulled away from her, rising from the bed, and she watched him hungrily from her naked position on the bed. Owen tossed her panties across the room, turning back once more to flash a grin at her. She pushed herself up, reaching for him as he returned toward the bed.However, Owen easily evaded her grasp, kneeling to the floor before the foot of the bed. He kicked off his shoes and reached for her, and Bianca quickly got the message of where he was going. She grinned mischievously back at him, letting herself fall back onto the bed as he pulled on her legs. Bianca scooted herself to the edge of the bed, her legs resting at the knees over the edge. Owen's smile disappeared between her legs, and Bianca couldn't help the smile that continued to curve her lips.She nearly shot off the bed as his tongue touched her, lavishing the tender folds of flesh. Bianca cried out in pleasure, her fingers tangling once more in his hair as she seemed to hold his head between her legs, encouraging him to keep going. Her hips lifted against his mouth, taking everything his eager tongue was willing to give her and loving every second of it. Her breath was coming faster, harsher. He always had a talent with her, knowing every little way to get her going and get her off.His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, his mouth tasting the core of her being. As much as she felt she would die if he stopped, Bianca desperately wanted him to be inside her. They hadn't been intimate in months, and now that it was finally happening again, she could barely control herself. All too soon, Owen's lips had moved from her sex toward the insides of her thighs, nibbling and teasing the delicate skin. He lifted himself up, moving up her body and laying himself between her legs once more.Bianca's lips captured his, and she could taste herself on his lips. Her hands wasted no time, finding themselves between their bodies. She pulled at the belt around his waist, made quick work of the trousers he wore, and pushed them down over his hips. Bianca moved her hand over the obvious bulge between his legs, stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. A grin spread to her lips, her breath still coming in short pants. He had given her pleasure, and she certainly wanted to return the favor... She reached up, pushing on his chest and rolling herself atop him, grinning down as she straddled him.She could feel him between her legs, pressing against her naked wetness. Leaning down, she kissed him, gently rolling her hips against him, wanting to savor the feeling of making Owen want her.

Owen's shuffled out of his pants at Bianca's physical behest. His passionate eagerness was obnoxiously apparent. His body shuddered under Bianca's touch hips bucking longingly within her touch. He grinned at her reaching for her face, pulling her into a kiss before she found her self straddling him.

Owen's hands immediately found themselves gripping her hips massaging them gently in his grasp. He felt her wetness seep onto his boxers feeling the cool moisture upon his heated flesh. His hands reached past her hips grabbing and fondling the supple flesh of her buttocks.

He soon found himself lurching forward to feast upon her fleshy breasts, nipping and suckling hungrily, passionately. Hands slid from her ass and felt upon her back pulling her into him pressing those flesh mounds closer into his open mouth. Sitting up he nestled her in his lap pressing the trapped bulge against her wettened sex. Hands felt upon her back caressing the flesh as he kept his head upon her breasts savoring the taste of her flesh.

Hands were upon her neck and he brought her into another kiss gently nibbling on her bottom lip before licking and trailing his tongue on her neck while hands fondled and teased her breasts. Owen left no acre of her body unturned. He wanted her, all of her. A hand fell from her supple breasts and trailed down her stomach teasingly, slowly lowering until finding its destination betwixt her legs finding the soaked tender folds of flesh rubbing spreading the moisture, lubricating his fingers allowing them to slip into the tight confines of her sex. Those slate eyes glanced upwards at her as he worked those deft fingers within in her playing with wetness and hot flesh.