Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
DREW
“Shit,” Caitlin pants when I ease my mouth back from hers, dragging my lips over her jaw and down her neck, licking the bead of sweat that rolls over her skin. “What even was that?”
I chuckle, my lips moving over her collar bone, down to her breasts where I suck one nipple and then the other into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight peaks and grinning against her skin when she gasps.
“That was us, baby.” I lift my head until I catch her gaze.
“The way it will always be with us. Every time, Caitlin.”
Before she can respond, I flip her over onto her stomach.
Sitting up, I grip her hips, yanking her up to her knees and tugging her to me, grinding my hard cock against her ass and groaning at the feel of it.
Leaning down over her, I press my chest to her back, dotting kisses over her shoulders and dropping my hands to where hers are pressed to the chair, lacing our fingers together.
“Except this time isn’t over yet. Can you take more? ”
Caitlin turns her head to look at me, a mixture of arousal and ferocity burning in her gaze that makes my cock twitch and my knees weak.
Digging our joined hands deeper into the fabric of the chair, she bites her lip, and that sexy little move sends me into the fucking stratosphere.
“I can take anything. Give it to me, Drew. Give it all to me.”
Nudging her legs farther apart with my knee, I rock my hips forward, pushing my cock through her slit and relishing her moan when my tip slides over her clit.
Licking a path up her neck, pressing wet kisses to the spot behind her ear that makes her moan, I glide my cock over her one more time, coating myself in her arousal before notching my dick at her entrance and pushing inside in one long, slow stroke.
Caitlin groans, her body squeezing around me immediately, and she’s so warm and wet and fucking tight I almost lose it right then and there because nothing in the world has ever felt so good.
“Oh my god, yessssss,” Caitlin hisses, pressing her head back against my shoulder and rocking her body back to meet each of my thrusts with one of her own.
With one hand still tangled with hers, I wrap my free arm around her waist. I feel her body clench when my forearm touches her stomach, but it’s only for a second before she reaches behind her and wraps an arm around my neck, keeping our bodies locked together as we move.
I tighten my arm as I rock into her, feeling her body adjust to take every inch of me and fuck.
She’s so wet and perfect and feels so goddamn good…
I never want this to end. The living room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans piercing the air, and I fight like hell to hang onto the tattered remains of my control because there’s no fucking way I’m not letting this last as long as I can.
Caitlin meets me stroke for stroke, my chest pressed tightly to her back as we move together, and I’m wrecked and ruined and nothing about me is going to be the same after this and thank fucking god.
Because Caitlin smells like lavender and sin and her sweat-dampened body slides against mine and the warmth of her gasping breaths dances over my skin and pleasure I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from snakes its way through my veins.
“Look at you,” I mutter, taking her in slow, even strokes designed to drive her wild. “Bent over for me, at my mercy. Ass up and pussy dripping, letting me take you like you’re desperate for me. You are, aren’t you Princess? So fucking desperate for me.”
Caitlin shudders under me, turning her head and latching her teeth onto my earlobe, biting down hard enough that I hiss at the sting of pain, my cock throbbing inside her.
“Yes.”
That one raspy word has me going fucking feral, letting go of her hand to haul her up against my chest, one arm still tight around her waist and the other snaking up between her tits to wrap around her throat, squeezing as I yank her head back against my shoulder.
“Then take it baby,” I rasp into her ear, letting my hot breath skate over her skin. “Take every goddamn inch of this cock that was fucking made for you. Made to wreck your perfect fucking pussy, squeezing me so good, like you’re dying to come. You want it, Catie? You ready to come for me?”
“Fuck, Drew,” Caitlin gasps out as I drop the hand around her waist to her clit, rubbing her in slow circles as I drive into her over and over again.
She covers my hand with hers so we work her over together, her other hand coming down to clasp my forearm, nails digging into my skin as her back bows, and with my name on her lips, her body tightens and she comes apart around me with a cry.
I tighten my hand around her throat, fucking her straight through her orgasm, and when my own pleasure is too much to bear, threatening to take me under, I turn her head to the side with a thumb on her chin and slam my mouth to hers.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her panting gasps as my orgasm starts to take me under.
And when Caitlin slides her hand back, her fingers brushing the base of my cock as I thrust into her, I’m gone.
Pleasure barrels up my spine and I detonate on a groan, my vision whiting out and my ears buzzing as I pour into her.
I come for what feels like forever, my muscles burning and my heart hammering and my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I’m in ruins. Absolutely obliterated. And it should be enough.
But with Caitlin wrapped in my arms and my cock still buried inside her, I know with the deepest certainty there is no amount of her that will ever be enough.
My mind whirs and my body trembles and my blood is a drumbeat with only one sound. More. More, more, more, more. Of this. Of her. Of us. Of everything.
Ravaged, wrecked, absolutely senseless with need, I rip our lips apart, pressing a hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her back down until her torso is flat against the cushion and her ass is sticking straight up in the air, ready for me to devour.
And I do. Dropping back down to my knees, I grip her hips and cover her pussy with my mouth from behind.
“Oh my god, what the fuck,” Caitlin screams, pushing her hips back against my face as her hand flies back to cover mine, nails digging into my skin.
“Fuck yeah, Princess,” I mutter. “Give me one more. Ride my face until you fucking soak it. Make a goddamn mess out of me.” Circling her clit with my tongue, I plunge my thumb inside her dripping pussy, collecting my cum and hers, and when I press my thumb against her asshole, her savage, guttural groan goes straight to my dick.
I don’t let up, my tongue lashing at her clit and my thumb circling her tight hole, Caitlin’s hips rocking back and forth, riding my face, my own hips thrusting against the chair for some measure of relief as the sharp edge of pleasure arrows through me all over again.
And when I suck her clit into my mouth, breaching the tight ring of muscle to press my thumb firmly inside her, she comes on a gush, her arousal pouring out of her and her mouth open in a silent scream.
Her ass clamps down on my thumb and her clit pulses on my tongue, and the whole thing is so otherworldly, so insanely hot, that I explode again, this time entirely untouched, pleasure slamming into me, my cum painting the chair as a wild groan rumbles from my chest.
When we’re both wrung dry, I crawl back up onto the chair, collapsing next to Caitlin, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her into my side, whispering words that are barely coherent but also feel like the most important words I’ll ever say in what is, I think, the holiest moment of my life.
I’m exhausted, boneless, and trembling, entirely obliterated from everything that just happened.
And I can’t stop kissing her. My lips on her forehead and her cheek and her neck and grazing the spot on her throat where her pulse still thunders.
And I think Caitlin is as gone as I am. Here but not here. Conscious but also not.
Together.
Always, always together.
As I come back to earth, the desire to care for her pulses through me.
The need to make sure she’s hydrated and fed and warm and that she knows no matter what, I exist for her.
That no matter what, I will always take care of her.
I shift on the chair, about to get up to do all those things when Caitlin’s hand reaches out, stopping my movement.
Her head lifts from the chair, her eyes meeting mine, and I know immediately something isn’t right.
Her eyes are shattered, her hand trembling where it wraps around my arm.
“Catie,” I murmur, resting a hand on her cheek and watching as tears flood her eyes.
My heart thundering for a different reason now, and at her first sob, I sit straight up on the chair, gathering Caitlin up against me.
I reach down to the basket beside the chair and grab a blanket, tucking it around her, and then, curled in my lap, with my arms wrapped tightly around her and her face buried in my chest, she breaks.
The strongest woman I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing cries out years of pain and anger and isolation and the unknown.
Hot tears pour down her face, and her body shakes with the effort of absorbing whatever it is she learned today, folding it into her understanding of herself and where she goes from here.
Her tears soak my chest, and my heart breaks into a million pieces, and I wish I could absorb all her fear and pain so she never has to feel it again.