Chapter 18 #2
Spreading my thighs apart, I rest both my hands on Caitlin’s hips as our mouths move together, rocking up into her and swallowing down the whimper that falls from her throat.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I press a line of wet, hot kisses down her jaw.
When I lick a path down her throat, sucking on her pulse, she groans, her hands flying to my shoulders like she’s looking for an anchor to steady herself in the storm.
And then Caitlin freezes, her eyes flying to mine, full of hesitation.
Questions. “What if I can’t?” she asks, her voice filled with worry.
“What if I bleed all over you and this chair? What if I’m too broken for this to ever work?
What if every time I have sex it hurts just like it did the first time, and I’m destined to live the rest of my life sexless with only toys for company? ”
Shaking my head, I cup her face in my hands and bring my lips back to hers, this kiss long and slow but no less potent.
“You can,” I say, keeping our lips close, knowing this is probably the first time in her life she’s given voice to these fears, hoping like hell I can get this right.
“You’re not broken, baby. I swear you’re not.
If you bleed all over me, I’ll just strip us both down and carry you to my shower and we can have all our fun in there.
And as for the pain, we’re going to take this slow.
As slow as you need for as long as you need.
I need you to talk to me, Catie. Always talk to me.
Tell me how you feel. If something doesn’t work for you, we’ll try something else, and then something else after that, and a million other things until everything you feel is good.
Safe with me, remember?” Caitlin nods and I kiss her again, pouring everything I have into it.
Into her. “Figuring this out with you is going to be a whole lot of fucking fun. Especially when we get your toys involved.”
I smirk, and when her lips curve into a smile, I feel the relief pouring off her, a bolt of heat shooting through me when she rocks her hips the tiniest bit, sucking in a breath when my cock hits her in just the right spot.
“How does it feel?” I murmur, letting my breath ghost over her neck as I rock my hips up gently, the feel of my cock sliding over her otherworldly. Insane. The best thing I’ve ever felt.
“So good.” She moans, moving over me tentatively, her head falling back when I push her shirt up slightly, my hands curling into the softness of her hips. “So fucking good.”
“Ride me.” My voice is strained as I graze my teeth over her throat, so close to the edge just from the lust and heat swirling hot and heavy between us, the taste of her skin, the heat of her pussy through our clothes.
“Move those beautiful hips. Do whatever feels good. Use me for your pleasure. Use me, Princess. Any way you want to. Let me see you come for me. Only me.”
Gripping her hips tightly, I guide her over me, letting her take the lead. Set the pace. With every glide of her hips, I can see her confidence grow, the breathy moans falling from her lips music to my fucking ears.
I drop my eyes to the place where our bodies slide together, groaning at the view. “Goddammit, Catie, you look so good on top of me. Riding me like I’m yours to take.”
“Aren’t you?” she asks, the words coming on a gasp as she grinds her body harder over mine, shocking the shit out of me when she reaches down and whips her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Then she freezes again, like the move took her by surprise too, dropping her eyes down to her stomach briefly.
When they come back to mine, there’s uncertainty again, and just the tiniest bit of fear.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, running my hands up her ribs, along the sides of her breasts and to her neck, guiding her face closer to mine.
“And I am yours. Yours to take.” I press a kiss to one corner of her lips.
“To fuck.” The other corner. “To do whatever you want with, whenever you want.” I bring my mouth to hers, teasing her lips open and diving in, tongues tangling, the kiss hungry and demanding as I reach around and unhook her bra, throwing it to the floor.
When I cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, Caitlin moans into my mouth, rocking her hips faster, her fingers digging into my shoulders for leverage. Warmth spirals into me, pleasure coiling in my belly when she presses closer, the message clear.
More.
It would be my fucking pleasure.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I dip down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, closing my lips around it.
“Shit.” She gasps, her hips losing their rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” I mutter against her skin. “Don’t you dare stop moving those perfect fucking hips. I want to see you unravel for me. I want you to know how it feels when you come with me. How good it feels. How good I’ll make you feel. You’ll always feel good with me, baby. Every goddamn time.”
When she picks up her rhythm, I groan, cupping her breasts and pressing them together, sucking on one nipple and then the other until she’s all moans and whimpers and rocking hips, and the pleasure coiling tightly in my belly is so intense it’s only by sheer force of will and the towering need to see her come for me first that I manage to hold off.
“Fuck, Drew,” she grits out, her head dropping back on a long, low moan as I thrust my hips up into her, unable to stay still as the pleasure builds.
“I know. I fucking know. I’m about to blow just from the feel of your hot pussy sliding over my cock, but I don’t want you to stop until you come all over me.
Until I can feel you soaking my pants. Make a mess out of me, Princess, because that’s what it feels like to be with you right now.
Messy. Complicated. And so right I don’t want to be anywhere else but right here.
Give it to me. Let me see you come for me. ”
I see that uncertainty flash through her eyes again, and when she looks away, I grab her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Eyes right here, Catie. Stay with me and I’ll stay with you. Together, okay?”
I rub my thumb over her nipple, and she nods, uncertainty replaced by heat and determination as she grinds down hard, rocking faster. And when I drop a hand down, pressing my thumb to her clit through her leggings, she explodes, thighs trembling wildly and back arching as she lets out a rough cry.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, letting go of her chin and pinching her nipple, moving my thumb in tight circles over her clit as I draw as much pleasure out of her as she’ll give me. “Take everything. Such a good fucking girl for me.”
At the words of praise, Caitlin moans, her hips jerking, and she leans forward, slamming her lips to mine.
When she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing herself tightly against me as her tongue invades my mouth, it’s all too much.
She rocks over me one more time and my orgasm slams into me like a fucking freight train.
I shudder underneath her as my legs shake, cock jerking as hot cum fills my boxers.
Locking my hands on her hips, I keep our bodies sealed together, mouths connected as our movements slow until we’re both wrung dry.
Caitlin collapses against me, her head dropping onto my shoulder, face buried in my neck as she tries to catch her breath.
Her heart pounds and her skin is damp with sweat.
Her warm breath skates over my skin, and the lavender and vanilla scent of her shampoo surrounds me.
All I can hear is the thundering of my own heart in my ears and all I can feel is her.
It’s the most perfect moment of my life.
“Got a little praise kink there, Princess?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and grinning when she laughs.
“I’m an eldest daughter who takes responsibility for everyone’s everything and doesn’t know how to ask for help. What do you think?”
When I skate my hands up her back she shivers, and I grab a soft blanket from the basket by the chair, spreading it out and tucking it around her. “I’m going to have to think of a lot of creative ways to call you a good girl. Talk about fun.”