Page 42 of Knots About You
‘Please,’ I begged. ‘I need you there.’
‘Where?’ He met my gaze as he trailed his fingers between my thighs, skimming them every so gently over me. ‘Here?’
I nodded, letting out a strangled moan.
‘Tell me, Claire.’
‘Yes, I need you there.’
Owen tsked before positioning his fingers right at my entrance. ‘What you mean to say is, please, Sir, I need you inside my cunt.’
My face heated, yet I ached for him.
‘Please, Sir,’ I breathed. ‘I need you inside…my…’
Owen swirled his fingers around the entrance, and my body quaked.
‘Cunt,’ I whispered.
In a sharp movement, he thrust two of his thick fingers deep inside me, and from my position, I could see exactly how I looked splayed upon him.
‘Oh,’ I cried, my stomach tensing as pleasure unfurled deep inside me. I was too wound up. When he curled his fingers inside me, I lost control, shudders of pleasure ripping through me.
Owen’s brows lifted in surprise, but he adjusted quickly, pressing his other hand against my pubic bone and using his fingers inside me to drag out the orgasm.
The rope bit into my thighs, and I burst into tears.
‘Hey there,’ Owen soothed. ‘Talk to me.’
I felt ridiculous. Embarrassment swept through me, and I couldn’t even cower away from it.
‘Claire,’ Owen said, moving back up my body and focusing my eyes on his. ‘This only works if you talk to me.’
‘I just…’ I sniffed through the tears. ‘Really fucking wanted you to go down on me. And I ruined it.’
Owen laughed before kissing me. ‘Oh, Claire. I’m nowhere near close to being finished with you. You think I’m going to stop without getting my taste? Just because you had an orgasm? No, darling, that was just the appetiser.’
‘Most guys take that as a sign they can just come and get it over with.’
‘I’m not most guys.’ There was a growl to his voice that sent desire tumbling through me.
Without another word, he slid down my body and slid his tongue over my sensitive clit. He watched my reaction, smiling as I moaned.
‘You underestimate me, Claire. I don’t want to taste you just to get you to fuck me. I want to feel you fall apart against my tongue. To hear you scream my name. To make you come more times than you can count. I’m obsessed with your pleasure.’
The heat of his mouth had me gasping within minutes, each slide of his tongue sending waves flooding through me. I couldn’t writhe or pinch my legs closed, left utterly at his mercy.
‘You taste so fucking good,’ he groaned before thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Fascination riveted my eyes to his mouth as he sucked and licked at me, not daintily, but with unreserved desire.
When I came a second time, he didn’t let up, even when I cried out and a full orgasm stole over my body.
No, he simply added his fingers back into the mix, filling me with their thickness as he latched onto my clit.
‘Owen,’ I squeaked. ‘Holy shit.’
‘That’s it, darling, keep coming for me. Look how fucking delicious you are.’
His words only heightened the desire coursing through me. I lost track of anything but the intense sensations he wrought from between my thighs.
