Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret 4)

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 f**ked 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 br**sts 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?

“You know where else that piercing feels good?” he murmured.

She shook her head, her mind racing through possibilities.

Cock in hand, he rubbed the little metal ball against her clit. Shockwaves of pleasure streaked up her spine.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Caitlyn. Let me in.”

She’d do an inverted Chinese split if it would get him inside her again. She slipped her ankles from his shoulders and bent her knees, grabbing her thighs to pull them as far apart as she could bear.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He rubbed the head of his c**k and that wondrous piercing against her clit. Teasing her. Delighting her. Driving her mad with pleasure. When he slipped inside her, she cried out in bliss. And then he was rubbing himself against her clit again.

“Almost,” he whispered.

Caitlyn’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her toes curled. Her thighs tried to close as the pleasure became unbearable, but she held them open with tense fingers. “Owen.”

“Almost,” he whispered again.

Her back arched off the bed as his persistence paid off, and she came so hard, her vision tunneled. And then he was inside her, riding her orgasm. Thrusting with a hard, consistent rhythm. Rubbing against that perfect spot with each inward thrust and withdrawal until Caitlyn was certain she’d found heaven. She’d had orgasms in the past, but she’d never felt them in every inch of her body. She would have screamed if she’d had the mental capacity to make her lungs work properly.

Owen’s breath hitched and she pried her eyes open to watch him come. His gorgeous face twisted into a mask of unmistakable bliss as he thrust into her one last time and clung to her ass, shuddering hard as he let go.

“Fuck, yes,” he said in a breathless growl.

Her sentiments exactly. Dear God, the man was amazing.

He collapsed on top of her, his skin hot and moist against hers, his breath hard and heavy in her ear. She released her thighs, but only so she could wrap her arms and legs around him. She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was, but her brain still wasn’t online. So she clung to him and rubbed her mouth against his shoulder, hoping he understood that he’d blown her mind by making her experience things in her body she’d never known existed.

After a long moment, his breathing stilled and he lifted his head to look at her. “Well that was fun,” he said.

She smiled and nodded, though fun was much too small a word for what she’d experienced.

He started to draw away, and she hung onto him feebly, her limbs like gelatin.

He kissed her lips and brushed her hair from her cheeks. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, standing beside the bed.

She realized that she wasn’t in the most comfortable position and squirmed farther up on the mattress. She didn’t take her eyes off of him as he removed the condom and disposed of it. With one eye closed and a curious look on his face, Owen took a moment to clean his backside and then wash his hands. Caitlyn gnawed on her lip, anticipating the disappointment of him putting on his clothes and leaving her lying there alone to sort through her suddenly jumbled emotions. Her heart skipped in delight as he returned to the bed and lay beside her. He really had come back.