Chapter 21 #3
He opened his eyes, and all he could see was her head of golden curls.
But he felt her chest rising and falling with each breath.
His hand between her breasts felt the thump of her heart.
Her sweet bottom pushed into his groin. And now, undeniably, his member began to harden.
He held still, holding her, coiled around her, keeping himself quiet.
But she woke and spoke to him and turned to him and said his name and kissed him. And when she called him Jamie, it pierced him with such sweetness that he kissed her back almost as he might kiss one of his sisters.
But Catherine was having none of that. She put her arms around his neck and filled her hands with his hair, drawing his head towards her, kissing him as she first had in the alley. Soft, so soft, so light. Then forceful, avid, her breasts against his chest, her thighs against his cock.
She moved her lips from his mouth but only to kiss his jaw, his neck, the base of his throat.
Quite without meaning to, James had gone from lying on his side to lying flat as if she had tipped him over.
This tiny woman had melted him onto his back and was on top of him and moving her kisses down from his collarbone to his chest. She held her pelvis high off of him and with her mouth on his lower chest, her own sex was just above his.
Her cleft touched his cock, just the lightest of grazes and then a pressing, a prodding, a rubbing.
He throbbed to feel how wet she was.
She looked up at his face. “I must have you,” she whispered. He felt only capable of a nod.
She used her hand to hold his shaft and lowered herself down onto him.
Ahhh.
Penetrating her was impossibly arousing, even more so than it had been a few hours earlier.
He was fully erect but only partially inside her.
He immediately wanted to grab her hips and pull her down so he would be deep inside her.
But he resisted. Instead, he rested his hands on the sides of her thighs as she mastered the depth and speed of their coupling with her movements.
He was rewarded with the sight of her irresistible breasts moving up and down, her alabaster throat as her head was thrown back, her golden hair falling in a ripple.
She arched her spine, and he could no longer see her throat, only her breasts and abdomen.
He placed his hands on her waist and supported her as she moved on his shaft in a pressured, jerking rhythm.
Her walls clenched his cock. Her halting breaths quickened, and she let out a moan.
A moan that was interrupted by a sneeze.
She came out of her backward lean, straightened, gave him a dazed smile that hardened his member even more, and fell forward onto his chest with a little whimper.
And even as she seemed to have gone from all straining hunger to all soft satisfaction, her hips kept moving, and she took him deeper and deeper into herself.
“Mmm,” she said, humming against his chest. “Mmmm.”
“Kate,” he whispered.
She gripped his upper arms and sneezed as her body shook again. He thought she might rest, lying on his chest, but she continued the sinuous rocking of her pelvis against his.
He was in the sweetest of agonies. He could not bear it. He had to control the tempo of their coupling, and he could not do that from underneath her.
He held her to his chest and quickly rolled over.
He was on his elbows and forearms and knees, and she was lying on the mattress, her upper half completely caged by his body, her legs wrapped around his waist. He hovered over her, and she looked up at him, her mouth open, her skin flushed.
Her arms were up over her head, her fingers buried in his hair.
“Kate,” he grunted.
“Jamie,” she gasped.
He quickened his thrusting. He wanted his whole body on her, but he held back, still worried about hurting her.
She read his mind. “You won’t hurt me.”
He put his whole body against her then, gave her all his weight, pressing her into the mattress as he released in his own spasm of bliss.
After a short time, she sighed, and he suddenly feared he had hurt her. He closed his arms around her back and rolled on his side so his weight was off her, but they were still pressed tightly together, and he was still inside her, just barely.
She moved a little, but he tightened his grip, and she exhaled and stayed still.
“Just a minute more,” he said. “Please.”
“Of course,” she murmured.
He was washed by a flood of emotion. Although they were naked and had just climaxed and he was still inside her, he did not believe this feeling had anything to do with copulation.
“That’s been a minute, surely,” she said, and he loosened his arms and she rolled away.
“Yes,” he said and got up on his elbow and touched her face. “Thank you, Kate.”
Later, she curled herself into the side of his body and rested her head on the hollow between his chest and his shoulder, and he put his arm around her body so his hand stretched down below her bottom where he stroked the backs of her thighs with featherlight touches.
She’s mine, he thought as he drifted off.
He woke to cold sunshine streaming in the window and an empty room. Her little trunk was gone.
There was a sealed note left for him with the innkeeper.
J—
The mail coach is leaving shortly. I will travel to where my youngest daughter is staying. I must remind myself I am, after all, a mother. Thank you for another rescue, even though I assure you I was not in need of it. Again.
There was so much loveliness in all that passed between us last night, and I thank you for indulging me.
Good luck to you and goodbye.
Mrs. Edward Lovelock