Chapter 30 - Mary
Mary
My eyes nearly roll back into my head when Cat touches me, and I let out a soft whimper when it vanishes again.
Part of me is happy that the blindfold offers me a false sense of privacy, but another part of me is screaming to see her.
Katherina is so beautiful, so utterly complete when we are together like this that it’s almost a waste that I can’t witness it with my own eyes.
Her fingers brush the sides of my ribs now, and I inhale sharply at the sudden contact. My spine arches off the bed toward her hand, and she cups it warmly around my side. I let out a pleased sigh, and I hear her chuckle.
“Easy, amor,” she whispers hotly in my ear.
The hairs on my arm instantly rise at the sensation, and my lips part.
I feel everything twice as intensely. Each breath feels like a caress, each touch feels like a hot trail of sparks against my skin, and each whisper feels loud enough to fill my entire head.
No, this is not a false sense of privacy.
This is a sacred space created just for her.
A place filled with Cat’s presence and I get to revel in it. And, oh my God, do I love it.
The bed shifts, and I can feel Cat hovering over me. It feels safe instead of intimidating, and I relax completely into the pillows in anticipation of what’s to come. I don’t have to see her face to know that she’s smiling, that rare smile she saves for me alone, and my own mouth curves.
The mattress dips a little more, and then her lips brush mine. Once, twice, briefly enough to make me want it, but not enough that I can call it a kiss. And just like that, she moves away again. This time, I whimper a little louder, and she just chuckles a little more.
“Look at you,” she hums, her breath warm against my stomach now. “You are such a good girl for me right now, aren’t you?”
The words do something unexpected to me.
My fingers curl into the sheets as the warmth rushes through my body like a gooey liquid.
Oh… I gasp. She has never spoken to me like this, but now that she has, I wonder how I could have ever gone without.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and I can barely swallow, so I just nod in answer.
“Use your words, amor,” Cat purrs, and the warmth turns into heat pooling straight in my core.
Fuck…
“Y…Yes.”
I am rewarded with an actual kiss against my hipbone, warm and tender. Not rushed, not teasing, just Cat’s lips against my skin. My fingers curl more, and I want to reach out to touch her, but her fingers already curl around my wrists, and she presses my hands down against the bed.
“Nuh-uh,” she breathes against my sternum now. “You will only feel what I let you feel. Can you do that for me?”
I nod again, stunned as the words hit me. Stunned at how much I want this.
“Words, darling.”
“Yes,” I whimper so quietly that I am not even sure I said it, but Cat’s mouth is now against my collarbone, so I must have. “God, yes.”
Her lips press more deliberately, and Cat runs her tongue along the side of my neck.
The muscles in my arms tense, and I press myself back against the bed so that I don’t reach for her.
Fuck, this is torture. The touch is gone way too soon, and I shiver as the warmth of her body disappears.
I hear a shuffle. The bed dips a little, and her fingers brush my thigh in passing.
Her little ways of telling me she is still here, still with me, and that she’s not going anywhere.
I tremble with anticipation and strain my ears to find her in the darkness, but her warm breath against my core is so sudden that I let out a startled moan.
Cat laughs softly and presses a soft kiss against the inside of my thigh.
My lips part, and my breathing becomes shallower now that she is so close to my center, and I fight the urge to wriggle.
“Bien, querida,” Cat whispers, the vibration sending a jolt down my spine.
Her arms slide around my thighs, and I feel her pull me a little closer to her.
My body automatically opens up to her, and I can feel her grin against my skin.
She brushes something—maybe her nose, maybe her finger—along my length so tenderly that I’m almost ashamed of the reaction it pulls from me.
A low, near-primal moan escapes my throat when I feel how I start to drip on myself. Fuck. Me. Please.
It is as if Cat can hear my thoughts, because the next touch is the warm flat of her tongue, running all the way up. She presses it firmly against me but moves excruciatingly slowly. So slowly that I can’t help but beg.
“Cat, please…”
“Katherina,” she murmurs against me, and the movement sends electricity through my body.
“Katherina…”
I parrot her name in a high, constricted voice while I clutch the sheets even tighter. Does she even know what she is doing to me? I am sure she does.
The next touch isn’t relief. It’s more torture. So close to where I need her, so close to where I want her, but she isn’t giving it to me yet. Instead, she circles me once, twice, and then blows on me before moving away again. This time, I growl in frustration, and she actually laughs.
“So impatient, my feisty little author. Me gusta.”
“A mí no,” I reply with a sneer, and she laughs even harder.
“I know you don’t like it. But I also know you secretly love it.”
She nibbles my ear now, and I shiver.
“Maybe,” I relent, but I still scowl in the hope that she sees it.
“Definitely,” she quips back before her teeth scrape my side and my hips buck up involuntarily. “See,” she taunts, and I can hear her grin.
Her hands glide up the inside of my legs again, and she pushes me a little wider. Something cold touches me, wet. Lube? Her fingers spread it, and I frown until I feel pressure against me.
“Respira para mí,” she murmurs. Breathe for me.
I bite my lip and nod. Only then does she slide inside of me, slowly so that I can adjust to the size of the strap, until I am completely filled.
I let out a shuddering breath that she swallows when she kisses me deeply.
Her tongue swirls around mine as she carefully starts to move.
Every thrust of her hips is a question. Is this okay?
Not too deep? Not too hard? I answer them all with a moan, my fingers pressing into her shoulders, and a gasp of pleasure as I whip my head back.
Cat explores, learns this part of our language, too, until she feels confident enough to converse in it. Then she speeds up. Her movements come with more certainty now, as if she has already laid out the map of my body, and I melt completely under her touch.
I wrap my legs around her as she thrusts, and she pants softly against my skin. Her mouth finds my pulse point, and while her hand slides between our legs, her teeth sink into me.
She is everywhere.
I feel her teeth, her thumb, her palm, her thighs. She moves inside me, on me, in my mind. Right now, my world begins and ends with Cat. Her touch, her scent, her claim on me. And fuck… I am hers.
“Kath…” I start, but she cuts me off with a hard kiss.
It is as if in this moment, where I come undone, she needs to feel me inside of her as much as she is inside of me.
My body contracts around the strap, my muscles tense, my back arches, and I cry out inside of her mouth.
Cat holds me through it all, through every shuddering wave, her touch bringing me higher and higher just as much as it keeps me tethered to her.
And when I finally go completely pliant under her, she slows and pulls me into her arms.
I blink when she takes off the blindfold and the world comes rushing back in, nearly frying my overly sensitive nerves.
I squeeze my eyes closed and press my face into the crook of her neck to hide away from it.
Cat lets out a huffed laugh and presses a kiss into my hair, and then another one, and another one.
We lie here, in each other’s arms, until I find the strength to look up at her. She smirks and winks as she moves her hip only enough to shoot another bolt through my core.
“Katherina…” I whimper, and she chuckles before slowly pulling out.
“I very much enjoyed that,” she says with a grin, and I just shake my head at her smugness.
Why is it so damn sexy when she’s behaving like an arrogant prick?
Instead of responding, I straddle her and start trailing soft kisses down the column of her throat.
Her smirk instantly falters, and she moves her head to give me better access.
She hums when I suck softly on the tender flesh, and she presses her fingers into my shoulders.
“Maria…”
It comes out low and dark, almost like a warning, but all it does is spur me on. I suck harder, and she gasps. The sound, which is a pleasure to my ears, is rudely disturbed by the loud ringing of her phone.
“?Cono!” she hisses, and her hands come around to my shoulders.
I move back and blink, looking up at her now-frustrated face. She closes her eyes for a beat and grits her teeth as her hand darts out to the nightstand.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I have to—”
I nod. I know. Before she can even press accept, I roll off her and curl into her side. Her arm snakes around me as ice creeps into her tone.
“This is my day off. It better be good.”
There is some murmuring on the other side of the line, and Cat’s face falls. Her eyes widen and her breath hitches. It’s only a little, but it’s enough for me to notice.
“When?”
I frown and look at her, but she softly shakes her head, pulling me closer against her.
“Who?”
An answer.
“But who?”
I feel her heartbeat against my palm, hard and faster than normal. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach, and I look up at her again. Her lips brush against my temple in answer, and this time, I am not sure if it is to soothe me or her. Either way, I don’t think it’s working.
“Now what?”
What’s happening? I mouth at her, but she shakes her head.
“Fine. Send me the details.”
She ends the call and looks at her phone for a beat. Her complexion is paler than usual, her mouth a thin strip. Stunned.
“Baby?” I try tentatively, and it looks as if it shocks her out of her spiraling thoughts.
“I have to… they…”
She starts to shake, and now I am really alarmed. I push myself up and pull her into my arms instead. Her hands wrap around my waist, and she presses her cheek against my chest, her face still a frozen mask of… fear?
“I have to appear in front of the committee,” she finally manages, her voice catching on the last word.
“The… the committee? That can be a good thing, right? Maybe Daniel put in—”
“It wasn’t Daniel.”
Her voice is rough and sharp. So sharp that I instantly go quiet. She squeezes her eyes shut, and I feel her fingers curl as if she is giving herself a reprimand.
“Sorry, baby… it… it wasn’t Daniel.”
“Then who was it? What’s happening?”
She shudders, and now her eyes find mine, brimming with tears.
“I’ve been accused of misconduct.”
“Misconduct?” I squeak, instantly offended for her. “What? Why? If anybody lives by hospital policy, it’s you, Cat. I’ve never met a doctor who is so—”
“That’s exactly the problem, Mary.”
She pulls away from me.
“I was your doctor when we met,” she says flatly. “That’s the misconduct.”