Chapter 22 #2
“Oh, I think I do have an idea. I’m the one who’s been on the other end of the phone calls.
” My voice hitched as she ran her soft hand along my jawline, touched my mouth as if verifying I was real.
I rocked her against me, standing there, my forehead against hers, wanting and needing to make love all night, to make it last. To make it never end.
When she slid her hands down my back and lifted my shirt, I let her lift it over my head.
Then I did the same for her, unbuttoning her buttoned-up jacket, slipping it off her shoulders, then lifting her blouse over her head.
When all that remained was a lacy bra with creamy mounds of flesh bursting from the tops like a gift, I took a shuddering breath of joy and pleasure as I buried my face in her cleavage, licking and kissing, finding her pebbled nipples with my teeth, nibbling and sucking each one until I heard her moan.
My cock jumped around, impatient and full and stiff, engorged with desire and need.
“I want your pants off,” she said. “I want to see you, see that hard cock tantalizing me down there, see if it measures up to the cock in my imagination”
I laughed at her sass and pushed her onto the bed while I unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor along with my boxers. She gasped and stared and I let her while I allowed the satisfaction to run through me like high-octane fuel revving up my engine.
“Your turn,” I said, fairly growling, my cock begging to be touched, jumping and twitching with need and joy.
She stood on the bed, her heels still on, reaching her arms up to touch the ceiling for balance and kicked off her shoes.
The vision of her standing like that, like a work of art on display, sent my heart racing like I was running the forty for a record.
Before she had a chance to do any more I reached out and undid her skirt, slipping it down over her hips.
She stepped out of it, revealing a gorgeous set of legs as I rolled her pantyhose down past her ass, her thighs, her knees, kissing the backs of her knees because I could, because they were mine.
She stepped from her stockings and all that was left were her bra and panties.
Still standing with her arms raised overhead like she owned the world, she was magnificent in her feminine glory. I stared, drinking her in, feasting my eyes on her.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world, like a work of art, a goddess.”
She stared at me and I stared back, then she came down to her knees and wrapped her arms around me, laying kisses on every part of my face as if she were afraid she’d never have another chance, as if I might disappear.
I unhooked her bra and slipped it off her, then pulled her panties down to her knees.
I pushed her back onto the bed and joined her, kneeling in front of her, I pulled her panties all the way off. And stared again.
Her chest heaved, while the generous mounds of her breasts moving up and down mesmerized me.
As I dragged my eyes down over her rib cage to the hollow of her abdomen, my breathing became ragged.
When my gaze reached the silky mound of her pussy, I wanted to weep, my cock tightened impossibly, and I knew it was time to devour her. Literally.
“You look like you’re ready to eat me for dinner right now,” she rasped.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Cat.” I leaned close, holding myself over her, my knees between her legs, my hands next to her head, I brushed my body against hers, sending sparks of desire between us, making her shudder.
“You’re killing me, Hunter. Take me, please take me now. Touch me.”
“You’re begging me, Cat? It’s so unlike you,” I whispered in her ear. My arms and body were quivering with the strain of holding myself back. So I let go.
Raking my hands down her body, I knelt, took her hips in my hands and lifted her up.
She squealed in surprise and I lowered my head to take my fill of the treat she presented, her glistening folds swollen and ripe like peaches.
I opened my mouth and licked, one long stroke from top to bottom, insinuating my tongue between the folds to find the marble-like bead.
I flicked my tongue and sucked. She screamed and writhed and gripped my hair.
She called my name, her words dissolving into murmurs of heated ecstasy until she could do nothing but pant.
And then I stopped. She moaned as if I’d deserted her.
“It’s okay, Sugar Cat. I won’t leave you.
” I moved up between her legs, with her pulling at my shoulders and cupping my face.
My cock eagerly found the moist velvety home and I pushed inside her, slid home to heaven, to bliss, enveloped by euphoria like I’d never felt before, I stilled, let the world of joy settle over me as I felt my heart pounding against hers.
Our skin fused together in heat and sweat as I moved, as she arched and I pulled back then pushed.
She held me tight, stroking my back with hungry hands, panting and murmuring into my ear.
I went faster and faster, saying her name like an incantation, like black magic, until the world stopped and went black like death, like heaven and earth were one, exploding over and over as I came into her and everything came back to Technicolor life again with a brightness almost blinding.
“Cat, Cat, Cat.” Over and over, shuddering and feeling her clench and call out in her orgasmic wail of pleasure.
“Hunter—oh my God.”
Hugging her to me, holding her with my arms and legs and every cell in my body, I never wanted to let her go, to let this feeling go, of the world being right, of her being everything that was right in the world. And mine. Always.