“Oh God, Caitlyn,” he groaned as hard spasms gripped the base of his c**k and his fluids erupted—hot cum splattering over his belly.
He tried to open his eyes, to catch her reaction as he spent himself, but his entire body was locked in the throes of ecstasy, and he’d lost voluntary control of his eyelids.
“That’s what I wanted,” she whispered.
He shuddered as his orgasm subsided, and he panted, floating on pleasure. Eventually he was able to open his eyes again.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen when you come,” Caitlyn said. She dipped her fingers into the mess he’d made on his belly. “And you didn’t call someone else’s name that time.”
So that was still on her mind? Hadn’t he proven to her that he was interested in only her?
She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked his cum from her fingertips.
“I think it’s time I make you come so hard you scream my name,” he said. Just as soon as he could find the strength to move.
Chapter Ten
Caitlyn gasped in surprise when Owen moved suddenly. She’d thought he was completely spent, but apparently she’d underestimated his stamina. He yanked her towel free and tossed it aside. He knelt behind her and shoved her face into the sofa cushions before lifting her hips so that she was on her knees in front of him, her ass in the air. She raised her head to look at him, and a smack on her butt cheek caused her to gasp in surprise.
“Keep your face in that cushion,” Owen commanded.
Normally she didn’t like to be told what to do, but she was pretty sure she was going to like what he had in store for her if she obeyed. She dropped her face into the sofa cushion and allowed him to arrange her body as he wanted. He spread her legs a bit more and then drew his fingers through the wetness between her parted pu**y lips. Sucking him off had really turned her on. She’d never done that to anyone but Charles, and her ex had never shown his appreciation for her skills the way Owen had. She’d never seen a guy come so much. Just thinking about how his milky fluids had erupted from his body in arching spurts made her twitch her hips to try to alleviate the throbbing between her thighs.
“Your pu**y looks incredibly inviting, Caitlyn,” Owen said. “It’s so swollen, I know it’ll grip my c**k just right if I slide into you.”
He was staring at it? She flushed and pressed her face more securely into the cushion.
“While I wait for my libido to catch up with my dirty thoughts, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson?” she gasped, her words muffled by the cushion. Was he going to spank her? Yes, please.
“There are three exceptional characteristics that distinguish the fingers of a guitarist,” he said.
She lifted her head to ask what, and he shoved her face back into the cushion.
“Keep your face in that cushion, Caitlyn, and just listen.”
She nodded, rubbing her nose against the thick fabric.
“The first exceptional characteristic is the calluses that develop on their fingertips. They’re thick and a little rough.”
He rubbed his fingertips over her clit, and her body jerked.
“Do you feel them?”
He rubbed her repeatedly and yes, she felt them. They were so much more stimulating than the soft fingers of an academic. She groaned and opened her legs an inch wider, hoping to encourage him to continue.
“The second exceptional characteristic is the speed at which a guitarist can move his fingers.”
The motion of his fingers against her clit became mind-bogglingly swift. Within seconds her pu**y clenched and the spasms of a hard orgasm gripped her core. “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, oh, oh.”
“Oh-wen,” he supplied, still stroking her with maddening speed and precision.
“Owen,” she echoed. “Owen, Owen. What’s the third thing?” The anticipation was killing her.
“I’m glad you asked. A good guitarist often has exceptionally long fingers. It gives him a better range, especially when playing solos.”
He did have long fingers, but did bass guitarists play solos?
Owen slid two fingers of his free hand deep inside her slick, clenching pu**y. 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 f**k 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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 f**king 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 pu**y. She wanted him to spank her ass raw while he f**ked 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.