Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(52)

Owen slid two fingers of his free hand deep inside her slick, clenching pussy. Her body gripped them tightly, drawing them deeper. And yes, they were long, but not quite as thick as she wanted them to be.

"Oh God," she sputtered, rocking back to fuck his hand.

Still stroking her clit with one hand, he rotated his fingers inside her, stretching her inner walls in wide circular motions. Pleasure continued to throb through her body even after her orgasm began to fade.

His warm breath teased her back entrance just before he drew his tongue over the tightly clenched hole. Shocked to the depths of her soul, Caitlyn bolted upright.

Owen chuckled. "Too much?" he asked. "Sorry. It just looked so clean and inviting, I felt compelled to lick it." 

"I've never," she gasped.

"Well, maybe you should. And I thought I told you to keep your face in the sofa cushion."

He removed his hand from her clit and pushed the center of her back until she bent over again. "I do love to scandalize you, baby," he said. "Now stay where I put you."

He swatted her ass, and her pussy clenched around the fingers buried deep inside her.

This time when his tongue flicked over her ass, she was expecting it, but that still didn't prepare her for how intensely erotic she found the light caress. His free hand located her clit again and though she honestly didn't think it was possible to come more than once in the span of five minutes, Owen had a way of making the impossible inevitable.

She called out to him as her pleasure continued to spiral upward, taking her to heights she never knew existed. Her clit tingled from over-stimulation. Her pussy ached from clenching so hard around his rotating fingers. Her ass twitched in delighted spasms. God, she loved his tongue there. How could she love that? It was so dirty. So perverse. But it felt so fucking good. She wanted him to show her more kinky things. She wanted him to show her all kinky things.

When he backed away, she released a sob that was a mix of relief and remorse. He slowly slipped his fingers free of her body, and damn if she couldn't hear how sopping wet he'd made her.

His teeth sank into one ass cheek, and she shuddered. She'd never had anyone bite her ass before. It made her feel naughty. Made her think about him borrowing her strap-on and plunging it into her ass while his thick, pierced wonder claimed her greedy pussy. She wanted him to spank her ass raw while he fucked both holes. Maybe he could pull her hair while he was at it. She could feel the heat rise up her neck as the thoughts and images consumed her and made her crave more of the man behind her. Damn, she'd never been this interested in sex before. Not even on her honeymoon. She sure as hell had never craved hot, dirty pain with her pleasure.

"Are you about ready to meet up with the bus?" he asked. "We'll need to leave soon."

Did he really expect her to think rationally about anything after what she'd just experienced due to his exceptional, guitarist hands and naughty tongue?

"Huh?"

"Did you need to stop by your friend's house to pick up a change of clothes?"

Would she need clothes? She somehow hoped not, but the rest of the world might not agree.

"I think so," she said, her thoughts still thick from her release and overwhelmed with fantasy. "Maybe? I dunno."

Owen tugged her against his body, her breasts pressed into his bare chest. His hands moved to cup her ass. "Do you know how sexy you are when you're too delirious to think? You're making me all hard again."

He kissed her slowly, gently, and for the first time since they'd been together, she not only felt something for him in her body, she felt something for him in her heart.

Shit, that would never do.

Shaken by the direction of her emotions, she pushed him away and climbed to her feet.

"Yeah, I'd better pick up some clothes. My sweet little sheep panties are pretty dirty thanks to you."

He laughed and rose to stand beside her. "And I love that about them."

Riding in a limo was still novel, and Caitlyn checked out every nook and cranny in the back seat. She wondered if traveling in a limo ever became routine. Even Owen enjoyed playing with the stereo.

"You need to get used to loud music for tonight," he told her as he cranked up the tunes and then tugged her into his arms.

That was probably true, but she wasn't sure how deep, passionate kisses-the ones they were sharing-were necessary to acclimate her to metal. They did have her horny, however, and feeling brave. Brave enough to whisper her newest fantasy in Owen's ear. He groaned.