Chapter 15 Katerina #2
He's hot and hard as I pull him out. I pause, taking in the sight of him. He's larger than I expected, thick and intimidating.
"You can stop," Ares says, reading my hesitation. His hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. "We have time."
His tenderness makes me want to continue. I've spent so long being afraid—of my past, of my scars, of letting anyone close. I'm tired of fear ruling my life.
I stroke his cock a few times, drawing a bead of precum on his tip. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, just the tip at first. Ares moans, his hand grabs a fistful of my hair. The salty taste fills my mouth, and I like it.
I take him deeper, using my hand to stroke what I can't fit. His breathing grows ragged above me, and I look up to find him watching me, his expression a mix of pleasure and desire.
"Just like that," he encourages, his hand gently pressing on the back of my head. "That's my good girl."
His words push me, make me want to earn his good girl title. I suck harder as I move my head. I can feel him trembling with the effort not to thrust. He arches forward, and more of his cock slides into my mouth, stretching my lips.
I stroke him while gently massaging his balls.
As I suck his beautiful manhood, I experiment with different pressures, different speeds, learning what makes him groan the loudest, what makes his fingers tighten in my hair.
I feel a bit powerful—for all his strength, all his control, in this moment, he's at my mercy, his cock throbbing on my tongue.
"Katerina," he warns, his voice deep. "I'm close, baby."
I know what he's telling me, but I don't stop. I can't—my body wouldn't allow it. I'm craving his cum too much.
I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can before my eyes water, making my mascara run down my cheeks, my hand continuously stroking him.
Ares curses, the sound desperate and raw. His body goes rigid, his grip tightens to the point where he's pulling my hair, and he pushes me back and forth on his cock.
I don't mind it—his command of my mouth is actually making me extremely wet.
Suddenly, with one thrust, his cock swells and he explodes in my mouth, cum flooding my throat. He's so deep that I barely taste it as I swallow.
I feel his grip release on my hair, and I do a few more slow back-and-forth thrusts, gently milking every last drop from him.
When I finally pull away, his chest is heaving, a smile as wide as possible plastered across his face. He reaches down, helping me to my feet before pulling me into a crushing kiss.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against my lips.
I smile, feeling a strange mix of pride and shyness. "I take it that was okay?"
He laughs. "More than okay." His hands slide to my waist, and I feel the heat of his palm against my scar. This time, I don't flinch. "Now, I want to taste you."
Before I can respond, he lifts me, carrying me to our bed and laying me down with surprising gentleness. His eyes roam over me, taking in the half-undone dress and the flush I can feel spreading across my skin.
"You're beautiful," he says, and for the first time, I almost believe it.
He kneels beside the bed, his hands sliding up my legs, pushing my dress higher.
His fingers hook in my underwear. I lift my hips to help him slide them off.
Ares spreads my legs. The position is vulnerable, and yet somehow, I'm not afraid.
"Perfect," he breathes, running a finger through my pussy lips. "So wet for me."
I gasp at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily. He smiles and licks his finger.
"Relax," he says, and leans in and kisses my thigh with his warm lips. "I've got you."
His lips trail up my thigh, leaving a path of electricity in their wake.
I tangle my fingers in the sheets, bracing myself for what's coming.
No one has ever done this to me before. I've imagined it, sure, but imagination pales compared to the reality of Ares Kastaris between my legs, his breath hot against my skin.
When his tongue finally makes contact with my center, I nearly float off the bed. His hands grip my hips, holding me firmly in place as he does a long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit.
My back arches and a moan escapes my lips. It's overwhelming, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.
"Oh God," I say, my head falling back against the pillows.
"Does my wife like that?"
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me again, his tongue circling my clit. Heat coils low in my belly, building with each lick of his tongue. I can hear myself making sounds I've never made before—little whimpers and moans that show the world how good this feels.
"Ares," I gasp as he sucks gently on my clit. "Please..."
He hums against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through my core. My thighs tremble against his shoulders.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs, his hot breath tickling my sensitive flesh. "Better than I imagined."
The thought of him imagining this—imagining me—sends another rush of wetness between my legs. He groans, dipping his tongue lower to gather it up.
"You've been thinking about this?" I manage to ask, my voice breathy and strained.
He stops for a moment, and I regret asking him anything that makes the pleasure stop. "Yes, for longer than I'd like to admit."
He lowers his head again, and this time when his tongue finds my clit, it's with lustful fire.
He works me with his mouth like he's memorizing every inch of me, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me moan. When he focuses on a particularly sensitive spot, I cry out, my hand flying to his head, fingers gripping his hair this time.
"There," I pant. "Right there. Don't stop."
Ares doesn't need to be told twice. He licks firm circles around my clit while his hands slide beneath me to grip my ass, lifting me slightly to give him better access.
The pressure builds with each pass of his tongue, and I feel like I'm going to burst. I'm close—so very close.
And as if he can sense it, his tongue moves quicker, circling my most sensitive spot before he sucks it between his lips.
He slides a finger inside me, then two, curving them upward to press against a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
His hands push me toward the edge, and once his fingers work with his tongue—I shatter.
"Ares!" I cry out.
Pleasure crashes through me in waves, radiating outward from my core to the tips of my toes. My thighs clamp around his head as I ride out the orgasm, but he doesn't stop, working me through it until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
Finally, when I think I can't take anymore, he pulls away, planting a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. He rises and looks at me, his eyes full of dark satisfaction.
"That," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "is just the beginning of what I want to do to you."
I lie there, motionless and trying to catch my breath, while looking up at him. I smile.
"Jesus, that was amazing."
He looks at me for a long moment and then smiles.
"You're beautiful when you come. I want to see it again."
I let out a nervous giggle. "I think you might kill me if you do that again."
"Then I'll bring you back to life," he smiles.
Before I can even reply, he's lowering himself again, his intentions clear. Instinctively, I grip the sheets, readying myself to fall apart all over again.