Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(44)

"Yes, Owen," she whispered. "Make me dirty."

He leaned over her, supporting his body weight with one hand on the mattress beside her. He used his other hand to rub himself against those ridiculous panties that had him all worked up.

"Your clothes need to go," she said. "I want to look at you."

When he didn't comply with her wishes immediately, she reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, shoving the fabric from his shoulders and caressing his chest with both palms.

"Every inch of you is perfect," she whispered, and then she looked down to where he was introducing his cock to her sheep-well, the one on her underwear. Her fingertip brushed his cock head, and ripples of pleasure coursed down his length and settled at the base of his spine. "Especially this inch."

"Inch?" he said defensively. 

"Oh baby, your entire cock is massive and gorgeous, but that last inch, with this little treasure?" She flicked one end of his barbell stud. "That's the best inch of all."

He chuckled. She'd become enamored of his modification quickly, and it didn't seem to bother her at all. Owen did enjoy turning a good girl bad.

"On second thought, I'd rather get those pretty, pink panties dirty with your cum instead of mine," he said.

"Huh?"

He dropped to his knees on the floor, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her pussy to his face. He used his lips, tongue, and teeth to work her lips and clit through her panties. The taste of cotton overpowered her sweetness, but he'd be damned if the smell of her excitement seeping through wasn't completely worth the unusual mix of flavors.

"Owen!" she gasped. Her fingers twined in his hair, and she pulled him against her. "Yes, yes," she crooned as she approached her peak.

Her panties were completely drenched within seconds. Some was the moisture from his mouth, but most was her juices. He used his tongue to press the fabric against her opening.

"Oh God, take them off me," she gasped, still clinging to his hair. "I can't stand it."

"Can't stand what?" he asked. He shifted to caress her clit with his lips, massaging the swollen bit of flesh through cotton.

"I'm going to come. Owen. I'm … " She sucked in a ragged breath when he began to gently scrape the edge of his teeth against one swollen lip. "Wait! I didn't. So close … "

He smiled and blew a hot breath through her panties.

"Whoa. That's …  That's … "

He loved that she was incoherent. There was something about blowing a smart girl's mind that totally rocked his world.

"Do you want me to take these off now?" He ran a finger under the elastic at her inner thigh and dragged it through the slick heat that promised him heaven.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want your tongue against my bare skin."

His cock jumped in response to her words, but he played it cool. "I don't think they're wet enough yet."

"I don't think they could possibly get any wetter."

He planned to prove her wrong. He shifted closer, so that his cock was lodged firmly in her cleft, and moved his hands to her breasts. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, yanking the garment from her body and tossing it to the floor.

He couldn't take his eyes off her luscious breasts. He loved the contrast of his tanned hands against the soft white globes of flesh cupped in them. Liked the way her nipples pebbled into hard buds against his thumbs as he caressed the tips of her breasts in repetitive circles. He began to churn his hips in time with his thumbs, rubbing his engorged cock against her.

"Oh!" she gasped when he managed to work her clit just right.

Staring in her glazed eyes, he massaged her breasts, stroked her nipples, and rubbed his cock against her swollen heat until her mouth fell open and her body convulsed with pleasure.

"Are you coming, Caitlyn?" he murmured.

"Oh God, I need you inside me," she said, her hands gripping his forearms and pulling at him. "Put it inside."

"Are you coming?"

"I was, but …  I fought it back."

"Why?"

She shook her head. "Inside me, Owen, please."

He rather liked the feel of her wet panties against his bare cock, but he shifted away and reached for his pants to don a condom. It would be nice to be in a monogamous relationship so he could experience sex raw on occasion.

Condom in place, he returned to his previous position between Caitlyn's thighs. Breathless, she reached between her legs and slid her panties to one side. She sat upright on the edge of the bed, took his cock in both hands and rubbed the head against her opening.