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“I don’t want you to wear a condom,” she said.
He dropped the box, sending colorful strips of condoms scattering across the kitchen floor.
“What?”
“I guess I should be worried about disease or something, but I’m not. Are you? If you are—”
“Pregnancy,” he said. “That’s what I’m worried about.”
“There’s no chance of that, Owen. We’re covered.” She laughed and turned to look at him. “Actually, I hope you don’t cover it ever again. That felt so good.”
“No condoms?”
She nodded slightly. “No condoms.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“IUD.”
“Are you taking St. John’s Warts?”
“Nooooo,” she said, looking concerned for his sanity.
Did he trust her? He did with his body, but with his future? What if she tried to trap him the same way Lindsey was trying to trap him? He knew that was what Lyndsey was trying to do, and still he was too much of a pushover to tell her to fuck off.
“I’m sorry,” Caitlyn said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “I’m being selfish. If you want to wear a condom, of course you should wear one.”
But he didn’t want to wear one.
“Bend over that stool, Caitlyn,” he said, reaching not for the paddle but for the whipped cream. She didn’t argue with him at all as she turned and grabbed the legs of the stool again. Now he could see everything she had to offer between her thighs, and he was more than ready to experiment.
Chapter Six
Caitlyn sucked in a breath as something cool landed on one ass cheek and then the other, and she nearly hurdled the stool when the same sensation awakened the oft-neglected hole between them. Owen’s soft, warm tongue collected the near-weightless cream from each cheek—a delightful enough sensation—but it was the anticipation of him sampling the whipped topping at the center that had her belly quivering. One barely perceptible swipe of his tongue against her back door had her knees wobbly and her lungs laboring for air.
“You like that?” he asked.
“I couldn’t tell,” she said, hiding a teasing grin as she kept her focus on the floor. “Better try it again.”
With a metallic clatter, he set the whipped cream aside which hopefully meant he was reaching for the chocolate syrup. She remembered what they’d learned from their experiment—chocolate took more pressure and effort to lick from the skin. So with breathless anticipation, she spread her feet another few inches and squeezed her eyes shut. The syrup felt foreign against her flesh, and she clutched the legs of the stool to steady herself as he began to lick her in a place she’d only imagined having licked. She never thought she’d be with a man dirty and kinky enough to actually do it. The sensation of his tongue teasing the periphery of her hole in firm, wet, and slippery strokes had her craving something more.
“Owen,” she said desperately, “fuck my ass.”
He stopped delighting her ass with his tongue to say, “No can do. That’s not on your list.”
She knew that list had been a mistake.
He stood straight, and a moment later the slender vibrator she’d purchased for this particular fantasy buzzed to life. She whimpered at the thought of him ramming it into her needy ass, but he didn’t give her what she wanted—or what she thought she wanted, what she’d planned to want—and instead rubbed the vibrating tip against her clit. Her body jerked at the intense pleasure, which was apparently a distraction technique to keep her occupied while he squirted lube onto her ass with his free hand. Her orgasm was almost within reach when he dragged the vibrator up her slit, teasing lips and pussy and asshole as he twisted the vibrator to get plenty of her fluids as well as lube to coat the length of the vibrator’s shaft.
She was on the verge of begging when he finally slipped the vibrator’s pointed tip into her ass. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut as Owen revolved the end of the vibrator to stretch her wider, slowly working that maddening vibration deep inside her.
“Yes,” she said, ending in a deep moan.
“More?”
“More.”
She expected the more he’d mentioned to be more amazing vibrator action in her ass, but he pressed his cock into her pussy, filling both holes at once.
He groaned as he found a rhythm between his thrusting cock and the vibrator he worked in and out of her ass. She wasn’t sure if he was working the vibrator at that angle for her benefit or his own, but dear lord, that piercing at his tip was even more mind-blowing when it rubbed against the toy sharing space inside her.
After a moment of driving her insane with sensation, he asked, “More?”
There couldn’t possibly be anything beyond what she was experiencing, but the word burst from her anyway. “More!”
He released his stabilizing grip on her hip, and she heard the paddle scrape off the nearby countertop. The sound in no way prepared her for the thrill of its sharp sting as it smacked against the fleshiest part of her ass cheek. She’d never expected reality to supersede her dirty fantasies, but the convergence of so many powerful sensations—friction and heat; stinging pain and blinding pleasure; slick, deep thrusts and churning vibration; smooth, thick, hard flesh filling her, and the even harder tiny ball driving her further to distraction—she couldn’t handle all at once, and yet she shouted, “More, more!”
“I don’t have a spare hand, angel,” Owen said. “You know where your clit is.”
She did? Yes, she did. She released her hold on the stool and shoved her hand between her legs, working her fingers against her clit until she exploded. When she came, her head spun dizzily as she screamed at the intensity of shattering into a billion pieces. Unable to stand further stimulation to her clit, she shifted her hand back a couple inches to feel his cock thrusting in and out of her.
“Oh God,” he groaned as he spanked her with the paddle—she gasped and clenched her core around him—and then he gave himself over to the excitement between them.
The paddle clattered to the floor when he grasped her hip to push himself balls deep inside her, and he shuddered and groaned through his release. She sagged against the stool, glad it was there to keep her standing, but suddenly wished for a comfortable bed. She winced when he pulled the vibrator out of her ass and again when he withdrew his spent cock. She adored that cock piercing of his, but it was harsh on her tender flesh, especially without the buffer of a condom.
“We’re going to have to take it a little easier on you,” he said, “or your first fantasy might have to be the only one I fulfill this weekend.”
“It felt amazing,” she said. “All of it.”
She stood upright and forced herself not to show any discomfort. She was definitely going to be feeling that encounter for days to come, and she relished knowing why she was sore. Owen had fucked her liked she’d never been fucked before, and she felt utterly satisfied. Sex usually left her wanting, and she could never figure out why.
He began to clean himself with the Handi Wipes she’d placed on the counter for that very purpose.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this fantasy list of yours.”
She grinned at him and decided as his cum dripped down the inside of her thigh that those wipes weren’t going to cut it. She was going to need go upstairs to wash up.
“Especially knowing it’s going to take ages to get through all the scenarios.” He smiled at her and then glanced at the list resting on the counter.
Ages? Well, as long as they kept their interactions light and all about the sex, she was fine with exte
nding their time together indefinitely.
“I’ll probably come up with new ideas as we go,” she said. “Are you sure you want to start this journey with me?”
“I don’t want to just start it, babe,” he said. “I plan to finish it.”
