Chapter Twenty-Nine #3
Katie swallowed down both her nervousness and the copious moisture in her mouth and leaned closer, watching him the entire time. His eyelids slowly lifted, and his nostrils flared as she shifted on the mattress until she could kiss his swollen crown.
He groaned, his expression one of desire rather than disgust or judgment. He slid a hand around her jaw and slowly pushed his hips toward her. “Suck me, Kathryn.”
It was her turn to groan at his crude command, and her hand shook as she positioned him at a better angle and opened her mouth and took him inside.
***
Part of Gerrit’s brain was loudly shouting that one did not use one’s wife as if she were a harlot. But the rest of his mind, which reveled in the sight of his beautiful wife valiantly attempting to swallow him whole, kicked the complaining voice into a distant corner.
“Lovely,” he rasped, lightheaded with lust at the sight of her pale pink lips stretched around his disappearing length.
He caressed the slick, taut skin with his thumb, their eyes locked as she slowly lowered to take more.
This was not her first time engaging in such an act, but her watering eyes and the scrape of her teeth told him it was not far off.
That she had offered such a gift to Gerrit was almost more arousing than the act itself—not that she didn’t work him toward release with impressive speed.
But he did not want things to end so quickly.
“Kathryn,” he murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder and carefully withdrawing.
Her brow pleated as she looked up at him. “Was it bad?”
He gave a brief, incredulous laugh. “No, quite the reverse. I am on the verge of shaming myself like an overeager schoolboy.”
She grinned.
“Ah, that makes you proud,” he accused. She laughed and did not deny it.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, climbing onto the bed.
“Lie down for me, darling.” Gerrit did not know who was more surprised by the endearment.
Had he ever called a woman darling—or sweetheart or my love or any pet name—before? Not that he could remember.
She lay back, her long, slender body so enticing that Gerrit forgot about burying himself inside her and instead satisfied his hunger by tonguing her delicious breasts, suckling and nipping and laving.
Only when she was a mess of twitches and gasps and moans did he nudge apart her thighs and lower his hips. “Put me inside, Kathryn.”
Her long, slender fingers were hot when they closed around him, and she’d scarcely positioned him at her entrance when he sank inside her, filling her with one long, hard thrust that left them both gasping.
“So hot and tight,” he murmured, having to bite his tongue to keep from shouting when she contracted around him. Yes, she liked it when he spoke. And he liked it when she liked it.
“Can you do that again for me?” he asked, rolling his hips slowly.
Her expression was one of intense concentration before she shook her head. “I cannot seem to control it unless—”
“Unless I say something vulgar?”
She gave a breathy laugh. “Yes, that seems to—”
“How should I fuck you, Kathryn? Hard and fast?” He demonstrated with a powerful thrust that pinioned her to the mattress. “Or slow and deep?” Once again, he matched deed to words, gritting his teeth when her slick passage contracted around him.
“Do I have to choose?” she asked, her eyes sensual slits as her hands stroked from his shoulders to his waist before resting on his arse, one palm on each cheek.
“My greedy girl,” he said approvingly, lowering to one elbow and then reaching between their bodies. “I like to feel where we are joined.” He stroked the slick, taut flesh of her sex.
“Gerrit,” she breathed as he slid his wet finger to the swollen nub at the apex and lightly pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. She bucked as passion swamped her, her sheath clenching like a vise and sending him hurtling toward his own release.
Her limp arms tightened around him when he would have moved off her, so he laid his full weight on her, enjoying the press of her small body beneath his for a few seconds before rolling them both onto their sides. “I do not want to crush you,” he explained when she made a noise of dissent.
She burrowed her face between his neck and shoulder. “Don’t go…Gerrit.” Her words were muffled and hot against the skin of his throat.
Rather than answer her, he slowly withdrew from her body and then turned her until her back was to him. He tucked his softening cock between her buttocks as he pulled her tight to his chest. She fit so perfectly. Why had he held out against this intimacy for so damned long?
“Gerrit?”
“Hmm?”
“I am looking forward to bringing you home for Christmas.”
Well. What could he say to that?
Why not say what you feel? You do it often enough when something displeases you, after all.
Gerrit pulled her closer. “So am I, Kathryn.” He burrowed his face into the wiry mass of curls and pressed a kiss to her head. “Now go to sleep.”
But judging by the soft snore that met his command, she already had.