Chapter 5 — Katherine #2
The heat and wetness and the gentle suction make my knees buckle. He holds me up with one arm around my waist while his mouth works my breast.
His tongue circles my nipple and then he takes it between his teeth gently and tugs and I grab his shoulders to stay upright.
"Holt," I breathe.
He switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I'm making small sounds with every movement of his mouth. His free hand comes up to palm the breast he just left and he rolls the wet nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one.
I'm already so turned on I can feel how wet I am.
My hips rock forward instinctively and I press against him and he groans against my breast.
He pulls back and looks at me. My lips are parted and I'm breathing hard and my nipples are tight and wet from his mouth. He looks at me like he wants to devour me.
"You're so fucking responsive," he says.
My face feels hot. "I've never... no one's ever..."
"Never what?"
"Paid that much attention. To my breasts."
Something dark crosses his face. "Their loss."
He pulls his own shirt over his head and I see the bruise again, darker now, spreading across his shoulder in shades of purple and black. Without thinking I reach out and touch it gently.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore. Not when I'm looking at you."
His hands go to the waistband of my yoga pants and he hooks his thumbs in and looks at me. "These too?"
"Yes."
He pushes them down slowly, taking my underwear with them, and I step out of both. Then I'm completely naked and he's still in his jeans and that feels significant somehow.
He steps back and just looks at me.
I fight the urge to cover myself.
My stomach isn't flat. My hips are wide. My thighs are thick and touch when I stand like this. I have stretch marks on my sides. Cellulite on my thighs. I am soft everywhere.
He looks at all of it and when his eyes come back to mine they're so dark they're almost black.
"You're perfect," he says.
"I'm not."
"You are to me."
He steps forward and his hands go to my waist, his palms spreading across my soft stomach, and I feel him squeeze gently like he's testing the give of my body.
Then his hands slide up to cup my breasts again and down over my hips and around to my ass and he grips me there hard enough that I feel it.
"I want to see you on this bed," he says.
I sit on the edge and he watches me.
Then he puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes gently until I lie back. My legs are still over the edge and he steps between them and runs his hands up my thighs slowly.
"Spread your legs for me."
I do. He looks at me spread open for him and makes a sound low in his chest.
"You're already wet."
"Yes."
"From me touching your breasts?"
"Yes."
He runs one finger through my folds and I gasp at the contact. He does it again, collecting wetness, and then brings his finger to his mouth and tastes me.
"You taste as good as you look."
I don't know what to say to that. He kneels between my legs and I realize what he's about to do a second before his mouth is on me.
The first touch of his tongue makes my back arch off the bed.
He licks through my folds slowly, learning the shape of me, and then his tongue finds my clit and circles it once. I make a sound that's almost embarrassing.
He looks up at me from between my thighs. "Don't be quiet. I want to hear what I'm doing to you."
Then his mouth is back on me and he's not gentle. He licks and sucks and when he slides one finger inside me while his tongue works my clit I cry out.
He adds a second finger and pumps them slowly while his mouth stays on my clit and I'm already close, already trembling.
"Holt, I'm going to—"
He doesn't stop. His fingers curl inside me, finding a spot that makes my eyes roll back, and his tongue presses harder against my clit and I come so hard I see white behind my eyelids.
He works me through it, his fingers still moving, his mouth gentler now, and when the waves finally stop I'm shaking and gasping and I can't think straight.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and stands up. His mouth and chin are wet and he doesn't wipe it away. He just looks at me spread out on my bed still trembling from what he just did.
"I've wanted to taste you since I first saw you," he says.
I can't form words yet. He works his belt open and pushes his jeans and boxers down and steps out of them and then he's completely naked and I can see all of him.
He's hard and thick and I want him inside me so badly it hurts.
He climbs onto the bed and positions himself over me, one hand on either side of my head, and I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Look at me," he says.
I do. His eyes lock on mine.
"I'm going to take my time," he says. "I'm going to make you feel every inch."
Then he pushes inside.
Slowly. So slowly. I feel myself stretch to take him. He's thick and the sensation borders on too much but I don't want him to stop. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to pull him deeper but he resists.
"Slowly," he says. "I want to feel you adjust to me."
He pushes deeper. Another inch. Then another. My body is accommodating him gradually and the feeling is overwhelming. He's watching my face the whole time, reading every micro-expression.
"You okay?"
"Yes. Don't stop."
He pushes the rest of the way in and we both groan. He drops his forehead to mine and we just breathe for a moment. I feel completely full. Stretched. Claimed.
"You feel incredible," he says, and his voice is strained. "So fucking tight."
"Move," I say. "Please."
He pulls back slowly until just the tip is inside me.
Then he pushes back in just as slowly. The drag of him against my inner walls makes me gasp.
He does it again. Slow out. Slow in. Building a rhythm that's making me insane.
"Faster," I say.
"Not yet."
He keeps the slow pace, each thrust deliberate, and I can feel everything. The ridge of his cock. The stretch. The fullness. The way my body grips him every time he pulls out like I don't want to let him go.
His mouth comes to my neck and he kisses and sucks and I know he's going to leave marks but I don't care.
His hips keep that maddening slow rhythm and I'm climbing again, building toward something bigger than the first orgasm.
"Holt, please."
"Please what?"
"Harder. I need harder."
He lifts his head and looks at me. "You sure?"
"Yes. Please."
Something shifts in his expression. He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back in hard and deep and I cry out.
"Like that?"
"Yes. God, yes."
He does it again. Pulls out. Slams in. His hips start moving faster now and the bed is moving under us and I'm making sounds I've never made before.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand and the loss of control combined with the angle of his thrusts pushes me closer to the edge.
"Touch yourself," he says.
"What?"
"Your clit. Touch it. I want to feel you come around my cock."
I slide my free hand between us and find my clit and start rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
The sensation is almost too much.
Him pounding into me. My fingers on my clit. His hand pinning my wrists. His eyes on my face.
"That's it," he says. "You're close. I can feel it. Your body's gripping me so tight."
"Holt, I'm—"
"Come for me, Katherine."
I come harder than the first time, clenching around him so tight he groans and his rhythm falters. The orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure that make my whole body shake.