Chapter 9 #2
Her body presses against me, and I can’t think of anything but getting her closer to me.
My whole body is instantly warm from her, and I can’t stop touching her.
She places her hands on my chest to steady herself.
I wrap my arm around her, pulling her onto my lap so she’s straddling me, her dress bunched up to the top of her thighs.
Deepening the kiss, I suck her tongue into my mouth, and my hand slides into her hair at the back of her head.
She moans into my mouth, and I feel it deep down inside of me.
I need her, I need to be inside her. I press her down on top of me so she can feel my need for her.
“Nick, this is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says against my lips, her voice sounding hoarse.
I brush the hair back away from her face so I can see her beautiful, warm, almond-shaped eyes, and I can see she wants me as much as I want her.
If there’s a chance for me to have her and be with her just for one night before she finds out the truth and I lose her, then that’s enough for me. I’ll take that.
The music comes back on repeat, and I vaguely hear Mikky Ekko’s voice in the background. The only thought in my mind is making this woman I’ve cared about and protected for years mine.
I trail a path of slow, wet, kisses from the corner of her mouth across her high cheekbone and underneath her chin, licking my way down to the side of her neck, where I stop at the juncture of her delicately smooth collarbone. I hear her panting and gasping for air.
“Tell me you want me to stop, Cat, and I will. All you have to do is say the word and I will.”
She runs her hands through the hair at my temples and pulls me closer to her, telling me she wants more.
This is her way of telling me without words that she doesn’t want me to stop—and I won’t.
I run my hands up the sides of her arms to the nape of her neck, undoing the clasp on the back of her dress, sliding it down her soft, flawless skin to her chest, stopping before I uncover her.
I raise my head and work my way back up to her sweet mouth.
Feeling her soft warm body pressing against me, I’m throbbing and hard, ready to sink into her, but I want to take my time.
I want to remember every moment of this.
She covers my hands with hers slowly, letting the top fall down around her waist, and watches me look at the glory that is her.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.
” I bend my head down, drawing her soft, turgid nipple into my hot waiting mouth.
A long, hard moan escapes her mouth when I swirl my tongue around her nipple, making it rock hard before I move to the other one.
I run my hand up her thigh under her dress to her bare ass.
My finger slips into her thong and finds her so wet and ready for me; I want to rip them off and bury my dick deep inside her damp, wet pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Nick…Nick,” she calls my name out of breath.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Nick.”
As she’s moaning my name I slip my finger inside of her wetness and whisper in her ear, “God, Cat, you feel so fucking incredible. I want you.”
She leans her head against me, telling me what I need to hear. “Yes.”
I slide my finger out of her and push two fingers into her, slowly swirling them around. She rocks her hips, pushing down against me before I slide back out to spread her wetness around her swollen clit.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, panting against my neck.
“Baby, I won’t.” I slide my finger back in, adding one more, and she’s so tight her walls clench around them. “Baby, I don’t want you to come yet. I want to be inside of you when that happens. I want to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around me the first time I make you come for me.”
She runs her hands down my shirt to my lap to undo my pants, kissing me, fumbling with the buckle on my belt.
My hand leaves from between her thighs, trailing her wetness across her skin, to help her.
My other hand finds its way to her breast to tweak and knead her already aroused nipple, making her moan.
She eases me out with her fingers, and I’m barely able to catch my breath when she strokes me. My head falls back, and I moan her name deep in the back of my throat when she rubs her hand over the tip of my dick.
“I want you inside of me, Nick. I need to feel you.”
I can’t think with her squeezing and rubbing my pre-come around the head of my dick.
I make a deep gruff sound, and, grasping her thighs, I jerk her against my chest with her knees on either side of me on the seat.
Lifting her up, I slip her thong to the side, swirling the tip of my erection against her swollen flesh.
I force myself to keep my eyes open, watching her close hers and part her lips when the head of my dick enters her, I feel her wetness sliding halfway down my length.
I can’t think of anything beyond the feeling of warm silk flowing down over me, wrapping me up inside her, making me forget everything but us.
It’s fucking incredible beyond anything I’ve experienced.
“You feel so damn good.” Gritting my teeth, I slowly pull back out, afraid of coming too soon.
“Put it in. Put it all the way in,” she says, her voice dripping with the same need I feel.
“You want me to put it in?”
“Yes.”
“Can I put my mark on it and claim it as mine, no one else’s?”
“Yes.”
“Is it mine?”
“Yes!”
“Only mine?”
“Hmm, yes, Nick, yes.”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Fuck. Me. Please, Nick.”
I lower her on top of me and ease into her. She’s so wet, soft, and fucking warm, I stop halfway again before I lose it. “Baby, you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight.” I’m taking deep shallow breaths and she is too, her head presses against mine.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I need more.”
“Good, I’m going to pull you down all the way. You ready?”
“Yesssssss, Nick.”
I slide all the way up in her, pulling her hips down on me.
“Oh shit, you feel so fucking good, Cat!” I’m all the way inside of her, stroking her, and she’s making these little noises that are driving me crazy.
I start moving faster and she’s rocking back and forth, grinding against me.
Her hair sweeps across her shoulders, her eyes fluttering.
I can feel her body clench around me harder and harder, sucking me in deeper, her body meeting my every movement, thrust for heart-pounding thrust. I swear to God, I have never felt anything as good as this in my entire life.
I don’t want it to stop, but I feel it building; I feel it coming.
I hear her scream my name and I open my eyes, taking her lips and her screams of release inside of me.
Seconds later, I find my release, our moans and sighs mingling with our lips and bodies locked together. It’s un-fucking-believable.
We’re both out of breath, her arms wrapped around my neck with her head resting on my shoulder.
One of my arms is on her bare thigh, the other on her back.
We’re still joined together like there’s no beginning or end to us.
I don’t know how long we stay like this.
Could be minutes, could be hours, I’m not certain; the only thing I’m certain of is we’re not moving anymore so we must be in front of her house.
We’re quiet, listening to each other breathing steadily.
I don’t want to say anything and disturb the peace and calm we have, joined together as one.
I know this is the calm before the storm, and I’m going to have hell to pay for what we just did.
No matter how incredibly amazing it was, there is no way around me not hurting her.
Even worse for her would be someone in her family finding us like this in front of her house.
“Cat?”
“Yes?”
“You okay?”
“No.”
I run my hand over her hair and stroke her back. She shifts and I instantly feel myself start to grow. Shit.
“Baby, please don’t move like that. You’re going to have to ease off me if we’re going to get any kind of talking done.” She slides off me and winces a little.
“Baby, you okay? Does it hurt?” Worry creases my forehead.
“I’m fine, just a little discomfort.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. When you’ve only had sex once in your life, then years later for the second time—” She stops and takes a deep breath pulling her dress down to cover herself before she continues. “It’s kind of uncomfortable but it doesn’t compare to the pain of the first time at all.”
I watch her fix herself and smooth her hair down with her fingers in an effort to look like she didn’t have sex in the back seat of a car.
If I thought she would say yes, I would ask her to come home with me.
I fix myself and she sits next to me with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed at the ankles.
She avoids all eye contact. She looks like a naughty Catholic school girl in a rock video who has to confess her sins to the priest on Sunday morning.
One look at her swollen lips, disheveled clothes, wild hair, and smeared lip gloss, and anyone with half a brain would know what she was doing.
“Cat, talk to me.”
“I can’t believe I did that. I had sex with my sister’s fiancé in the back seat of a car. Am I the biggest slut on earth or what?”
“Don’t ever say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth. Who does that? One minute we’re talking and the next we’re kissing and having sex.”
“You want to know who does that? Two people who should have been together a long time ago but one of them was too stupid to recognize it sooner. I’m not sorry; it was amazing from beginning to end.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying this, you’re engaged to my sister.”