Her pants were heard and the fact that he watched her with such delight, made her even wetter. Owen tore his eyes away from her and moved his hands away from her flower, he wanted to watch even though he was extremely hard. so he went down and watched how her hand messaged the flower. It nearly made him drool at the sight of it, so instead, he just watched her move.
He enjoyed how she built herself up, enjoyed how her fingers moved in certain ways but mainly enjoyed how loud she got when her fingers touched certain parts. Owen didn't realize that he was learning how her body worked and what it didn't like. It was an odd fascination but it was still something he adored.
As soon as she got louder, he realized that she was close to her climax and it made him get even harder, that he flinched at how painful it was. He was killing himself but he didn't care, he wanted to see her come apart that way he could do what he wanted.
