Chapter 5 — Katherine #3
When I finally come down he's still moving inside me and still hard.
"You didn't—"
"Not yet."
He pulls out suddenly and I make a sound of protest. Then he flips me over onto my stomach. His hands go to my hips and he pulls me up onto my knees.
"I want you like this," he says, and his voice is rough.
I feel him position himself behind me and then he's pushing inside again and this angle is deeper. So much deeper. I drop to my forearms and push back against him.
"Fuck," he groans. "Look at you."
His hands grip my hips hard and he starts moving. Faster than before. Harder. I can hear the sound of skin meeting skin and I'm making sounds with every thrust.
One of his hands slides up my spine and tangles in my hair.
He wraps it around his fist and pulls gently, arching my back, and the angle changes and he's hitting something inside me that makes my eyes roll back.
"You feel so good," he says. "So fucking perfect."
I'm already building toward another orgasm.
I didn't know I could come three times. One of his hands leaves my hip and slides around to find my clit and he rubs it while he pounds into me and I'm sobbing his name.
"One more," he says. "Give me one more and then I'm going to come inside you."
His fingers work my clit expertly and his cock is hitting that spot inside me with every thrust and I can't hold back.
I come again, harder than before if that's even possible, and I feel my whole body convulse.
He makes a sound that's almost a growl and his rhythm gets erratic and then he's coming, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise while he empties inside me. I feel the heat of him and the pulse of his cock and the way his whole body goes rigid and then relaxes.
He collapses on top of me and we fall to the mattress together. We're both breathing like we just ran a marathon. He's still inside me and I don't want him to move.
After a minute he rolls to the side and pulls me with him so we're spooning. His hand comes to rest on my hip and his breath is warm against my shoulder.
"That was," I start, but I don't have words.
"Yeah."
We lie there in the dark catching our breath. His thumb is tracing circles on my hip. I can feel him starting to soften inside me but he doesn't pull out yet.
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly.
"More than okay."
"I wasn't too rough?"
"No. It was perfect."
He kisses my shoulder. "You're perfect."
I turn in his arms so I'm facing him. His eyes are soft now, satisfied, and when he looks at me there's something in his expression that makes my chest tight.
"I need to ask you something," he says.
"Okay."
"That comment you made. About your breasts. About no one paying attention."
I feel my face heat. "It's not a big deal."
"It is to me. Were they bad to you? Your exes?"
"No. They just... they were fine. Pleasant. They didn't do anything wrong. They just weren't... they weren't like you."
"Like me how?"
"Intense. Present. Like they actually wanted to be there."
He's quiet for a long moment. Then he says, "I'm going to make sure you never doubt that I want to be here. Exactly here. With exactly you."
My throat feels tight. "Okay."
He kisses me soft and slow. Then he finally pulls out and I feel the loss immediately.
He disappears into my bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans me gently. The intimacy of it makes me want to cry for reasons I don't fully understand.
When he's done he climbs back into bed and pulls me against him. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slow. His hand is in my hair now, fingers running through it.
I'm half asleep when he speaks again.
"Katherine."
"Mm?"
"This is real. For me. I need you to know that."
I lift my head and look at him. "It's real for me too."
He kisses me once more. Then he glances at the clock on my nightstand and sighs. "I need to get home before Louis wakes up."
"What time is it?"
"Just after eleven."
"Do you have to go right now?"
"Soon. Not yet."
I put my head back on his chest and we lie there for another ten minutes. His hand in my hair. My hand on his chest. Neither of us talking because there's nothing that needs to be said.
Finally he shifts and I know it's time. He gets up and starts dressing and I watch him from the bed. Jeans. Shirt. Boots. Jacket. When he's done he sits on the edge of the bed and cups my face in his hand.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he says.
"Okay."
"Lock the door after me."
"I will."
He kisses me one more time and then he's gone. I hear the front door close and the deadbolt slide home and his truck starting outside.
I lie in my bed in the dark and I can still feel him. The ache between my thighs. The tenderness on my neck where he sucked. The ghost of his hands on my body.
Everything just changed.
Yesterday I didn't know Holt. Tonight I let him inside my body in ways I've never let anyone before. Tomorrow I have to figure out what that means.
But right now, lying here in the dark, I'm not scared.
I'm claimed.
Marked.
His.
And I chose it.
I fall asleep still feeling the weight of his hands on my hips.