He unfastened his slacks and tugged his cock free. He ran his hand down its rigid length, pausing when his thumb pressed against his piercing. He rubbed the hard ball against the rim of his cock head, twitching as the pleasure registered.
“I want to come all over your sweet, little panties, Caitlyn,” Owen said. “I want to make them dirty. I want to make you dirty.”
“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.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I want it.”
“Take what you want,” he said, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.
She rubbed his cock head against her clit, using the ball in his piercing to stimulate herself. It felt amazing for him as well. Not quite as wonderful as being buried balls deep within her heat, but he liked her sense of urgency and his sense of calm as she rubbed him against her clit faster and faster.
“Yes, oh,” she gasped and pressed him into her opening as she shuddered with release. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock head and he grabbed her ass so he could force himself deeper. He fucked her shallow and fast until her orgasm subsided and then pulled out. Her body went limp, and she gazed at him through half-closed eyes. “That felt amazing.”
He slipped her panties back in place and caressed her through them. “I’d say they’re wet enough now.”
She chuckled and lifted her butt off the mattress so he could remove the garment.
“Are you too tired to be on top?” he asked her.
“I’m too tired to move,” she said in a slurred tone.
“Then I probably shouldn’t have held back that time.”
“This is why you need to focus your attention on someone young and active, who’s addicted to energy drinks”
“I feel like taking it slow now anyway,” he said. “You look sleepy.” He was being kind; she looked exhausted.
He pulled back the covers and joined her on the bed. “I hope you don’t mind if I have my way with you while you sleep,” he said.
He rolled on top of her, and she feebly wrapped her arms around him. “I won’t fall asleep,” she promised.
He kissed her skin tenderly, starting with her throat and working his way down her limp body. She sighed in sweet surrender. He liked that her urgency was gone and he could take his time with her, spend some quiet moments learning her body. He also liked when she got excited and demanding, so he hoped the calm that had settled over her was due to lack of energy and not waning interest.
He kissed her belly until she giggled, licked her pussy until she moaned, and then allowed himself to possess her. His thrusts were so slow, at times he wasn’t moving at all. He relished the feel of her beneath him and around him. Allowed himself to experience her with more than his skin. It was probably a good thing that she was half asleep so she didn’t recognize the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Yeah, hard, quick fucks were much better for keeping those tender feelings at bay. Maybe this languid lovemaking was a mistake, but for tonight, he’d give in to the craving for a personal connection.
When urgency began to build in his groin, he hastened his strokes, deepened them. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close as he moaned in her ear and tried not to suffocate on the heart trying to force its way up his throat. Did she have any idea how affected he was by her? Did she want to know? It was too soon, he decided. He buried his face in her neck, churning his hips, wanting to be deeper, deeper inside her, so deep that he couldn’t find himself as a separate entity from her. He’d been denying his need for this for far too long. He wasn’t sure why he’d finally let go of his false desire for autonomy while in the arms of a woman, but letting her close felt so good. She would undoubtedly freak out if she knew what he was thinking. He groaned as his release finally found him, surprised when she came with him. Her fingertips dug into his back—not harshly as he’d asked of her earlier, but as if she were afraid of going under and he was the only thing she trusted to keep her head above water.