He chuckled. His warm breath danced across the wet flesh between her thighs.
Owen slowly crawled up her body, kissing and biting her skin until she dug her nails into his shoulders and encouraged him to move faster.
"Caitlyn," he whispered, "you just found my trigger."
She wasn't sure what he meant, but he surged forward and his cock bumped against her. She gasped and squirmed beneath him, trying to help him find her opening. She needed him inside her.
He shifted onto his side and used his hand to guide himself home. As he slid deep, she became very well acquainted with his piercing and his back became very well acquainted with her nails.
"God, yes, baby," he said, "scratch me. I love it."
Good thing, because it wasn't as if she could consciously control her clenching fingers. She was so caught up in the feel of him filling her and that little extra bit her rubbing her front wall so exquisitely that she couldn't do anything but hold on to him and call out in bliss. Every so often, he rubbed a spot that made her toes curl involuntarily and her mouth fall open in shock. She wasn't sure when the pleasure broke as quaking release, but she went mindless with it, gasping and crying out. Everything inside her was one hot mess of indecipherable bliss.
Owen's hands moved to grip her ass and the earth shifted. He dragged her across the bed and planted his feet on the floor. Holding her hips tightly, he and fucked her even harder.
Shuddering in ecstasy, Caitlyn forced her eyes open. Watching Owen gasp and strain with a pleasure that rivaled her own was easily the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. His thrusts slowed unexpectedly and he took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look at her. His gentle smile warmed her heart. He touched cool knuckles to her flushed cheek.
"You okay?" he asked. "Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head vehemently.
"Some women can't take the piercing for more than a few minutes. It starts to hurt."
"I can take it," she assured him.
A smile teased his lips and he pulled out. "I'm glad, but my back can't take much more of your, um, enthusiasm."
She released her grip on his back and before she could apologize for tearing at his skin like a possessed demon, he flipped her over onto her belly.
"Let's try it this way for a while."
He sank into her. He possessed her with slow gentle strokes, and she wasn't sure how she could find it as exciting as when he'd taken her hard and fast, but it was. She closed her eyes and concentrated on all the sensations within her body, clinging to the sheets beneath her belly to keep herself grounded. Something that felt so amazing had to be capable of launching her into the stratosphere.
His hands reached under her to cup her breasts and lift her slightly from the bed. "Which position feels better?"
"Both feel so good," she said, "but there's this … " She lost her train of thought as his jewelry rubbed a particularly delightful spot inside her. She knotted her fingers in the sheet and rocked to meet his hips. "Oh God, Owen."
"There's this what, Caitlyn?"
"Sp-spot. In front."
"Mmm, yes, I know all about that spot."
She strained her neck to look back at him. To watch his face as he took pleasure in her body. He gnawed on his lower lip. His nostrils flared slightly with each labored breath. A film of sweat brought a sheen to his tanned skin. He was so gorgeous, she had a hard time comprehending that he wasn't a figment of her imagination. What she found even more baffling was that what was inside seemed to be as a beautiful as the outside. His eyelids fluttered open and he paused his thrusts. His eyes met hers and he took a calm moment to just stare at her, as she couldn't take her eyes off him.
"The spot," he said. "Right."
He'd misunderstood why she was staring.
He pulled out, and she only partially stifled her sob of protest.
"It's okay," he whispered. "I'll find it again."
He eased her onto her back and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. "I do love a woman in thigh-high stockings," he said, his hands splaying over one thigh at the margin where skin met silk. "So sexy. Everything about you is sexy, Caitlyn." He held her gaze, his blue eyes sincere and intense. "Everything."
He bent to kiss the inside of her thigh.
Caitlyn whimpered. She was never at a loss for words, but she couldn't form a coherent thought.
"If you hadn't tied me up and done dirty things to me, I would have taken my time with you."
She didn't need him to take his time, she needed him inside her again. She tried to sit up, to reach for his cock, but her hamstrings pulled painfully and she collapsed back on the bed. He straightened, smiling down at her with an ornery gleam in his eye. Why did she think this was about revenge?