Chapter 16 #2
She reaches back and grabs my gloved hand, pulling my arm around and settling it over her waist. I freeze in place, barely daring to breathe in case she realises what she’s doing and tells me to bugger off.
My gloved fingers rest against the curve of her hip, and I stare at the ceiling and try to calm my racing mind. I haven’t done this with anyone else, and I’m worried that my inexperience will force her right back into Darren’s arms.
‘I’m worried,’ I blurt out against her ear.
‘Of what?’ There’s no judgment in her voice.
‘Of disappointing you. It’s not that I haven’t, you know, but it was never a choice. It was always something done to me.’ It hurts to admit that out loud. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing when it’s supposed to be good.’
She turns her face to look up into my mask.
‘I don’t need that from you. That doesn’t need to be what this is.’
It’s sweet of her to say, but not what I want. I’m desperate to make her fall apart under my touch. I need it.
‘I want that with you. When I saw that guy’s mouth on you, and the way you reacted…’ My fingers tighten on her hip. ‘I wanted to tear him apart. And then I wanted…’
‘Tell me,’ she demands when I pause.
‘I want to be the one making you tip your head back like that.’ My voice deepens with need. ‘To be the one you moan for. I want to make you whimper and beg. That’s probably insane.’
She shifts against me.
‘If it’s insane, then I am too. I want to make you whimper and beg just as much. I’m yours, if you want me.’
Every fibre of my being tenses. ‘Kat, I need you.’
I trace my fingers over the hem of the t-shirt, brushing the tender skin of her thighs. When her breath catches, I let out a soft groan. She makes no move to stop me, so I continue, trying to learn her body from the way she reacts to my touch.
Her fingers find the ivy on my wrist as my hoodie rises up, and before I can say anything, she tugs off my glove. Following it as it curls up over the back of my hand, winding over my knuckles.
‘Ivy,’ she whispers.
I look at the ceiling. ‘Your house had all that ivy on the western wall. I saw it once before your nanny drove me off with a shovel. I thought I could call on you.’
Her fingers go still on my wrist.
‘It covers the worst of my scars, and ivy means lasting bonds. It seemed fitting.’
Kat lifts my hand and presses her lips to the inside of my wrist, right on one of the ivy leaves.
‘You tattooed yourself with something from my house?’
‘I needed a reminder of you. It was that or the bloody frogs.’
Reaching down, I tug her thigh over mine, tracing my fingers over the cotton of her panties. It stalls her questions for now. She rests her head back against my shoulder.
‘Tell me what you need,’ I say.
‘Show me what you want,’ she counters.
What I want is for her to whimper. I pull her t-shirt up high, exposing her tits to my wandering hands. She arches her back when I graze over a nipple, and it makes her ass press into my cock. So I do it again. And again.
When I move my hand lower, I tug off her panties, pocketing them while she’s distracted. Her skin against my fingertips is dizzying, and when I trace them over her cunt, I nearly pass out. She’s soaked. For me.
I marvel at the way she feels, so soft and wet, and so fucking hot. I know enough of the mechanics to circle where I believe her clit to be, and with the way she wriggles so prettily against me, I’m fairly certain that I’m in the right zone.
‘Kat,’ I whisper against her hair. ‘I’ve dreamt of having you right here the past few weeks. It’s more than I could ever have hoped for.’
‘Then put your fingers in me, Heart Eyes.’
I nearly whisper my name in her ear, desperate to hear her moan it, but not yet. It might link back to conversations with Ellie.
‘Dirty girl.’ I smirk under my mask, spreading her out beneath my hand. ‘You want me inside you?’
‘God, yes.’
I slide two fingers into her wet heat, moaning along with her as she shudders. Unfortunately, no ones really explained what you do once you’ve breached a woman’s pussy.
Piston? Curl? More fingers?
Fuck.
‘Don’t overthink it,’ she says, turning slightly to kiss my mask-covered lips.
So I don’t. Kat keeps her face pressed against mine. Her breath hot through my mask as I fuck her slowly with my fingers, delighting in every moan I wrangle from her. She writhes against my palm, seeking friction while I curl my fingers inside.
‘Look at you,’ I whisper against her lips. She’s all half-lidded eyes and open-mouthed, her hips jerking against me. ‘I love seeing you like this. So needy.’
‘I’m so close.’ Her voice is laced with pleasure, and I want more.
When I withdraw my hand, she lets out a low cry.
I flip her onto her back and press myself between her thighs, her wetness against the crotch of my trousers, my hard dick beneath.
‘Look at me,’ I demand, gripping her jaw and directing her focus to my heart-ringed eyes. The expression she makes when I circle my hips nearly has me coming on the spot. ‘Mmm, you like that, don’t you?’
‘Yes. Fuck.’
‘Not today, darling. I want you desperate before I fuck you.’
‘I am desperate.’ The way she pouts has me grinding her harder, devouring each delicious little moan she gives.
‘Not yet.’ It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m too wound up, and I absolutely don’t want to be a two-pump chump. I’m already dangerously close to coming in my trousers.
I spot a scarf draped over her bedpost and grab it, wrapping it around her flushed face to obscure her eyes.
‘I need to taste you,’ I tell her as I knot it tightly before dragging my mask off and taking her mouth with a fierceness I can barely contain.
I want to taste those moans. To feel them vibrate against my tongue.
Using my hips, I taunt her with friction, my hard dick nudging against her swollen flesh, my tongue seeking against hers.
‘Please make me come,’ she whimpers, and before I can think better of it, I’m sliding down the bed, lifting her hips with my arms and covering her hot little cunt with my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes perfect. Salty, yet sweet, and so hot against my tongue.
‘If you remove that tie, I’ll never do this again,’ I threaten, nipping at her thighs with my teeth. I take a moment to admire her, the way her pussy is engorged and pink, gleaming in the candlelight. I hope it’s the one I get to pleasure for the rest of my fucking life.
‘I won’t,’ she promises, threading her fingers into my hair and arching her hips until I suck her back into my mouth.
The noises she makes have me sweating and trying even harder to push her over the edge. I slide my fingers back inside her, pinning her to my mouth with my other arm. Her moans become something feral as she pulls my hair tight, her cunt gripping my fingers in a rhythmic pattern.
‘Come for me, Kat,’ I demand, my voice thick with need.
I’m fucking awed as pleasure washes over her, her hips gyrating and rocking her pussy against my face, her cries keener as she tips over the edge.
I keep going until her body sags in my grip, satisfied, I hope.