Chapter Twenty-Six
Catherine
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T IMOTHY SHUT THE DOOR behind us and turned to me with an earnest look in his eyes. He took off his coat and tie, then walked over to where I stood.
“We’ve got a full house tonight,” he said. “You’re going to have to try and keep it down.”
“Me?” I teased.
“You can be a little loud,” he joked.
“Oh, baby, I think you’re the one that’s going to have a hard time keeping your voice down.”
The glow from the bedside lamp caught the diamond ring, making it twirl sparks of light around the room.
“I love you,” Timothy whispered, reaching out to carefully tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you more than anything in this world, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I pressed myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you too, Timothy. More than I could ever put into words.”
He pulled me closer until there was no space left between us. His lips met mine in a slow, soft kiss that made my heart flutter. As our kiss deepened, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed.
He pulled back and looked down at me with such love in his eyes, I could feel the warmth like his arms were wrapped around me.
He slowly undressed before he took great care taking my clothes off.
He smiled at me, a gentle, loving smile, and it made my heart flutter uncontrollably. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were soft against mine, his touch light like the whisper of the wind. I could feel the warmth from him, radiating off him and seeping into me. It was intoxicating.
“Roll over,” he whispered.
I did what he asked, rolling to my belly. His fingertips traced over my shoulders and then down my spine. I shuddered with excitement. He bent forward and kissed my shoulder, running his tongue across it before sucking the flesh as the back of my neck. His hands moved down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before gliding up again. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and quick in anticipation. His fingers traced languid circles on my back, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The sensation made me squirm under his touch, and he chuckled softly behind me.
His hand slid beneath me to tease the curve of my breast from beneath, while his other hand traced the hollow dip of my waist. His fingers were soft yet insistent as they explored my body. He kissed a path down from my shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His tongue trailed down my spine, kissing over my ass and then to the uber sensitive flesh at the back of my thighs. His kissing and licking continued down my legs, each lingering press of his mouth making my heart flutter anew. I felt his hands on my ankles, gently pulling my legs apart. His lips brushed the inside of each knee in turn—a gentle tease that left me yearning for more.
“Are you ready?” he whispered into the quiet of the room. My response was a soft moan that echoed around us in the shadows. “You have to be quiet.”
He was challenging me. Teasing me. “I’m ready.”
He slid his hand between my legs, his fingers brushing over my core that was already wet and wanting with the slow perusal of my body with his tongue. He let out a low groan as he felt the evidence of my arousal, his voice sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I pressed back against him, the tension building with each second that passed.
His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing me, bringing me to the edge. His mouth moved against my skin, continuing to leave a trail of kisses across my body. I bit back a moan, remembering his playful warning about staying quiet.
A soft chuckle escaped him, his breath hot against my skin. “Shh,” he murmured teasingly, his voice husky with desire.
I groaned in response as his finger toyed with my clit. My fingers curled in the sheets, tugging and pulling as I did my best not to make a sound.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
I moaned in response. He laughed, a low, husky sound that sent a tremor of desire spiraling through me. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.
His fingers, still between my legs, slowed their movements. He began to tease me with a torturous slowness that had me twisting and turning beneath him. “Timothy,” I gasped out, clutching at the sheets beneath me.
“Shh,” he chastened again, his voice bearing the smile he wore. “You have to be quiet.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, suppressing the moans threatening to spill out. It was a sweet kind of torment. We both knew the house was large enough and our room was at the opposite end of the hall in its own wing. No one was likely to hear us unless we started hanging from the chandeliers. But it was fun to have a challenge.
Timothy continued his ministrations, his fingers teasing, exploring until I thought I might explode. I held my breath, trying to remain as silent as possible, but it was a nearly impossible task. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body.
Then, quite unexpectedly, he stopped. He pulled his fingers away, and I could feel the absence of his touch like a physical ache. I whimpered in protest and heard him chuckle softly behind me.
“Patience,” he murmured with a smile in his voice. “I want to make this last.”
He kissed the small of my back again and then began to trail kisses down my legs. His lips felt like fire against my skin, igniting a pulsating need within me. His fingers joined the journey, lightly caressing my calves before moving on to my feet. He lingered there for a bit, the delicate touch of his mouth on my toes making me giggle softly.
“Ticklish?” he asked as he continued to kiss and tease.
I tried my best to suppress the laughter threatening to bubble up, biting down on my lower lip. I nodded, incapable of coherent speech under the onslaught of sensations flooding through me.
Timothy smirked and moved back up my body, this time avoiding the sensitive areas that had been the focus of his attentions earlier. His lips trailed a lazy path up my back, stopping occasionally to nip lightly at my skin. I held my breath as his mouth navigated toward my neck, his teeth grazing that sensitive spot just below my ear that never failed to make me squirm. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him as he focused his ministrations there.
“Can you keep quiet a bit longer?”
A shudder of anticipation ran through me. The tone of his voice heightened the tension building within me. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips, my body betraying my eagerness for him to continue.
“Quiet,” he whispered again, his breath hot against my ear. His laughter rumbled deep in his chest and vibrated against my back, making me shiver.
He moved away and rolled me to my back. My body felt relaxed and wound up at the same time. I reached for him, pulling his mouth to mine.
Our lips met in a passionate clashing of teeth and tongues, a desperate, burning intimacy that echoed the need raging through our bodies. His hands roamed my body, mapping out every contour and dip with an intimacy that took my breath away.
“Mmm,” he murmured against my lips. “I see you’re still eager.”
I could only nod, a moan of desire escaping from deep within me. His hand massaged my breast as his tongue dueled with mine. My body felt taut, ready for release. He slid his down my stomach and cupped between my legs. My hips moved of their own volition, grinding against him.
He moaned a low, guttural sound against my lips as our bodies connected, the thick tension in the room escalating. His fingers expertly worked through my folds again, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape from my mouth.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice raspy with desire. His fingers slipped inside me, eliciting a gasp from my throat which I quickly squashed down. His gaze was on mine, his icy blue eyes darkened with desire and amusement.
His lips found mine again. The orgasm was close. I could feel the spiraling sensation start in my toes and snake up my spine until my scalp was tingling.
He knew it too; his touch became more insistent, teasing the sensitive nub of pleasure between my legs. His lips left mine to trail down my neck, his teeth nipping gently at the skin there. He slipped a second finger inside me, pumping in and out slowly. The friction was driving me mad.
The climax hit with such force I thought I might pass out.
I bit down hard on my hand to muffle the scream that ripped through me, my whole body trembling and convulsing with the intensity. He continued his movements, riding out the waves of pleasure with me until I was left panting and gasping for breath. His fingers slipped from within me, brushing lightly against me once more before retreating completely.
As the aftershocks subsided and my heartbeat began to slow, I felt Timothy’s arms wrap around me. He pulled me into his chest, my head resting over his steady heartbeat. It took me a moment before I slid up his body, reaching between us to line him up with my opening. I slid down his full length, sucking in a breath as he filled me.
He groaned deeply, his hands gripping my hips with a strength that was almost bruising. We both stilled for a moment, catching our breath and adjusting to the new sensation. Then, with a slow roll of my hips, I began to move. His grip on me tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as I rode him languorously, taking my time.
His head fell back onto the pillow, eyes closed as he lost himself in the rhythm we set. My thighs burned with exertion, but I continued undeterred, cherishing every moan that escaped his lips—each one a sweet testament to my power over him.
“Damn...”
He breathed out hoarsely, his hands traveling up to grip my waist, aiding my movements. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. His lips parted as he squeezed his eyes closed, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. The sight of him undone beneath me was intoxicating, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through my veins.
I leaned forward, our bodies colliding and merging into one as I captured his mouth with mine. Our kiss was fevered, hungry—a manifestation of the escalating desire between us. As our lips moved in sync, my hips continued meeting his in a slow, torturous rhythm. The tension coil was winding again, surging through me in powerful waves.
His slick fingers found the sensitive nub again, teasing it with a skill that made my body tighten around him. A gasp tore from my lips, muffled by his mouth as I bucked my hips against his hand. I broke away from his mouth, throwing my head back as the sensations took over. Everything was building up, the pleasure mounting until it consumed me in a torrent of ecstasy. His name left my lips in a breathless whisper just as his finger moved faster, pushing me over the edge once again. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as the orgasm tore through me. His own release followed soon after, his body stiffening underneath mine. I collapsed against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning against my skin as he rode out the waves of gratification.
As our trembling bodies slowly relaxed, we lay entwined on the bed, chests heaving and hearts pounding. His arms cradled me close to his body, our sweat-damp bodies sticking together.
“I can’t believe I’m going to get to do that every night,” he said.
“I think you might be setting yourself up for disappointment,” I joked. “I’m not sure I can survive that every night.”
“Sure you can,” he teased.
I closed my eyes, content to be in his arms. “I love you,” I murmured as my body relaxed and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
“I love you.”