Chapter 36 #2
Without another word, she strides to my big reading chair in the corner of the living room, sitting slowly down on the edge, hands resting on the fabric.
I stand still, giving her all the control, waiting for whatever she’s going to order me to do next.
Eager to comply. But when she spreads her legs just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the dampness coating the insides of her thighs, I can’t stop the whimper that falls from my throat.
I know she hears it too because her smirk widens, one eyebrow raising like she’s daring me to say no to whatever she’s about to ask of me, but joke’s on her because I don’t think no is a word in my lexicon when it comes to her. Anything she wants is hers.
“Crawl to me.”
I blink, my brain going offline as it struggles to process her words.
“What?” I croak, the vision of what she’s asking swimming into my brain, and it’s so outrageously hot my mind can’t comprehend it.
Caitlin glides a hand up her thigh, swiping a finger through her slit and gasping a little when she circles her clit.
My mouth literally waters with the need to suck that finger right into my mouth to taste her.
To bury my tongue between her thighs until she’s soaking my face and crying out my name.
“You heard me. You want me, Drew? Then get on your fucking knees and crawl.”
My knees are on the floor before she even finishes her sentence.
My hands follow suit. And slowly, purposefully, so there is not a single doubt in her mind she could ask anything of me and I would give it to her in a goddamn heartbeat—would spend the rest of my life on my hands and knees in front of her if she asked me to—I crawl.
When I reach her, I lean down and kiss her ankles, running my fingers over her painted toenails, before gliding my lips up one leg and then the other, licking and sucking a path over the smooth skin.
With a hand on each knee, I push her legs apart, pressing soft, wet kisses to her damp inner thighs, breathing her in, sure I could live right here for the rest of my days and be the happiest man alive.
I let my mouth hover over her, warm breath ghosting over the place she’s wet and wanting, feeling a rush of satisfaction when she writhes just a little beneath me, her fingers pressing into the chair.
“Tell me,” I murmur, gliding my tongue over the crease of her thigh and giving her the chance to order me around again.
To ask for exactly what she needs. “Tell me what you want. What you need. I’ll give you anything. ”
Caitlin fists my hair, yanking my head up until I’m looking at her.
With deliberate movements, she props one leg on my shoulder, then the other, the scent of her arousal making my head spin.
“I want your mouth on me. Everywhere. I want your lips. Your tongue and your teeth and your cock, over and over again until I forget everything else but you and me. I want you all over me, and I don’t want you to treat me like I’m made of glass because I’m not.
” Her eyes go the slightest bit glossy, her fingers tightening on my hair.
“I’m not,” she repeats, voice fierce. “I’m not fucking broken, and I can take anything you give me. Fucking anything.”
Did I say Caitlin was taking her power back? I think what I meant was she’s grabbing all the power that exists in the universe and taking it for herself, and what an immense fucking privilege it is to watch her do it.
Leaning down, I lick a path through her from opening to clit, groaning as her taste explodes on my tongue, my hands latching onto her hips to hold her steady when she tries to move.
“Then I’ll give you fucking everything,” I murmur against her.
“I’ll devour this dripping cunt until you’re screaming my name loud enough for the entire fucking street to hear.
You’ll have my tongue on your clit and my fingers filling you everywhere I can reach until all you feel is me.
And when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’ll fill you with my cock, so full I’ll ruin you for anyone who isn’t me.
I’ll come inside you and mark you as mine, and neither of us will forget this night for the rest of our fucking lives. ”
When Caitlin’s eyes flash, her hips jerking beneath me as my words settle, I grip her hips tighter and yank her to the edge of the chair, and before she even has time to gasp, my mouth is on her.
Her body bows up, her hands grabbing my hair more firmly, hips twisting and legs fastening around my neck like she can’t decide if she wants to move away from me or get herself closer.
I hum against her, wedging my shoulders snugly between her thighs, spreading her open wider for me and sliding two fingers inside her. She’s warm and wet, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers immediately as a garbled moan tears from her throat.
“Drew, fuck,” she cries as I curl my fingers deep, fucking them in and out of her slowly while my tongue lashes at her clit.
Strokes and circles until she’s a moaning, gasping, beautiful mess.
“That feels…you are…I can’t…” Her words die as I add a finger and push them deeper, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking hard.
“You can,” I murmur against her, tracing slow circles around her clit and chuckling as her nails rake over my scalp, her head dropping back on a moan.
“Take it, Catie. Take everything. Fucking everything,” I mutter, pulling my fingers out of her and dipping them down lower, tracing over her tight hole and watching, rapt, as arousal gushes out and drips down to where my fingers slowly circle, her body shuddering and her legs spreading wider on my shoulders, as if she’s asking for more.
Oh fuck yes.
Diving down, I flatten my tongue over her hole, licking and sucking as my thumb presses against her clit, and when my tongue pushes just slightly inside her, the noise she makes is so fucking filthy I’m going to hear it in my goddam dreams.
“Holy fuck,” she pants out, her hands dropping from my hair to grip the edge of the chair, hips rising and falling in time with the rhythm of my tongue, my fingers, until I’m holding her right on the edge, body vibrating with arousal.
“Don’t stop,” she practically whispers, her voice lost to pleasure. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Never,” I mumble, my tongue dipping in and out of that tight ring of muscle and then circling as I roll my thumb over her clit in a rhythm designed to drive her wild. “Come baby. Let me see this pussy gush for me.”
I fuck her with my tongue, thumb still working her clit, and when I slip two fingers inside her, curling them up and rubbing that spot I know will send her over the edge, Caitlin’s breath catches, her head thrashing back and forth on the couch and a whimper falling from her throat before she comes entirely apart.
“Holy fucking shit!” she screams, her words dying as every muscle in her body tightens and she explodes.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, working her through it, feeling every tremor and quake of her body as she rides the waves of pleasure.
I watch her every movement as I drag my tongue around that perfect puckered hole over and over again, my thumb pressing against her clit and my fingers rubbing relentlessly against that spot inside her.
When she lets out a broken moan, her hands flying to my hair and tugging sharply, I pull away slowly and crawl up onto the chair, covering her body with mine and taking her mouth in a wet, filthy kiss.
I remember a second too late where my mouth just was and try to pull away, but Caitlin isn’t having any of it.
She grips my face in both hands, dragging my lips back to hers and licking into my mouth like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
Caitlin’s skin is flushed pink, and I can feel the rise and fall of her chest against mine as her breaths come in fast pants. My cock leaks and my body is coiled tight with the force of my restraint, and nothing on earth has ever been better than this.