Chapter 6
Katelyn
The moon and the sound of the crashing surf are intoxicating, but nothing is as mesmerizing as Heath and the way he looks at me.
His expression is one of absolute devotion and unbridled lust, and I feel perfect under his gaze, like the most cherished treasure.
My whole life, I’ve felt like I was never enough, not feminine enough, not thin enough, not similar enough to the other girls at Fairmont or the people in my family's social circles. But in his arms, I have always felt complete, like who and what I am is perfect for him, and he’d never change a thing.
I can’t remember all the times I’ve been told I should change myself to be more appealing to others.
Diet more, exercise more. Stop wasting time exploring the outdoors.
Girls don’t fish, or at least not the ones who want to get married.
Who wants a girlfriend who spends her days waist-deep in wetlands studying tadpoles or who doesn’t drive a nice car?
A girl who doesn’t wear heels or spend her days shopping for luxury items and having brunch with her friends isn’t going to win the interest of men, especially not men of caliber who come from good families with money.
My whole life, no one has understood why none of that makes me happy, why I refuse to conform, no one until Heath, who makes me feel like the Kat I am is absolutely perfect in her true form.
He hands me a flute of Champagne, and we share a bowl of strawberries, but we’re kissing so much, we can barely get anything in our mouths.
Though we’ve come close, we’ve never actually made love before.
My belief is that Heath holds himself back out of loyalty to my father or some element of shame from us being perceived as siblings by all of those around us.
But Heath has never felt like a sibling to me—a soul mate, a twin flame, the other half of my heart—all of those, but never a brother.
For me, my actual brother conjures blood-curdling fear more than anything else.
I don’t want to fear Henry or the opinions of those who don’t matter. Heath is my end-all-be-all, and I don’t care about anyone else.
“Nobody commented on my weight, at least,” I say when we pull apart.
“Oh, we’re going there again? To the most uncalled-for insecurity I’ve ever heard of?
Kat, you are stunning, so fucking sexy and gorgeous that I can’t take my eyes off you.
” Heath kisses me and with his arm around my back, he lowers me to the blanket until his body covers mine.
“Your body is my second favorite thing about you, after your mind.”
“I thought it was after my frog jokes,” I tell him. I can feel his hardness press between my legs.
“Your frog jokes are some of the best,” he says.
“Can I ask you a favor?”
“Anything, Kat,” he says without hesitation.
I want it and I trust Heath more than anyone, so I’m not afraid to ask. I know he’ll take me seriously, and I’ve never feared rejection from him.
“I think it would help my insecurity, how I feel about my body, if you’d—” I bite my lip, suddenly clamming up and blushing.
“Tell me,” Heath whispers. He lays a flutter of kisses on my temple, my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally, my lips.
“Will you make love to me?” I ask him in a whisper.
Before he says anything, his erection surges against my sex. His pupils dilate as his eyes widen. “I wasn’t expecting that. Are you ready? Are you sure?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been surer of anything. I love you, Heath, and I know you’re the right one. I think about it day and night, and I’m tired of touching myself.”
His cock strains again, and he lets out a sigh that turns into a groan.
I kiss him before he says anymore, dive my tongue deep into his mouth and suck with my lips so that any hesitation he might have evaporates.
“Please, I’ve wanted this for so long.” I gasp as his kisses travel down my neck and onto my collarbone, and he rubs the length of his erection up and down the cleft of my center. I press back in desperate need of the friction, wanting to tear off his clothes.
When his mouth alights on my nipple, I moan out loud. He sucks it into a bud while he pinches the other, shooting a tingling sensation directly to my pussy that makes me shudder.
Heath tears my white baby doll dress down to my waist before covering my stomach in feather kisses. He dips his tongue into my navel, and I hiss as dampness wets my panties. I’m insecure about my stomach, but Heath does not hesitate, he only seems to adore every inch of me as he worships my body.
My hands go to his pants and I unbuckle him, snaking my hands into his boxers until I feel his erection.
I gasp and bite my lip at the sheer size of him.
He’s so big and long, so thick it’s hard to wrap my hand all the way around him.
When I touch him there, his gaze hardens, and he goes from looking moonstruck to insanely determined.
Wetness gushes between my legs, and I’m almost ashamed of how much my body needs him.
I tug on his massive erection, guiding him between my legs without even having yet removed my underwear.
“I could die right now, Kat, and I’d be a happy man because I’ve found everything I want in your touch.”
“Please fuck me, Heath,” I whisper.
His expression grows even more intense. I’m literally humping his cock, using my hand to rub myself up and down his length.
“Kat, I didn’t bring a condom. I didn’t think—”
“I’m on the pill. I want you inside me,” I demand.
I know we should probably engage in more foreplay, make it more memorable somehow, but all I can think about is having him inside me right now.
Heath knows me so well. He can see how impatient I am, how desperately I need him.
He reaches between my legs and grabs the crotch of my panties, tearing them away from me; they remain wrapped around one ankle.
Then he pushes one of my knees up and looks into my eyes as he enters me.
He doesn’t ask me if I’m ready because Heath Clifton understands my wild side better than anybody.
“Let me know if I hurt you,” he says before pressing forward.
He enters me with one long gentle thrust, and I cry out into the night, finally satiated, finally full of the man I love. Heath groans, too, like the sensation is too much.
“You’re doing so well, Kat. You’re taking me so well. Just breathe, pretty girl. You’re mine, Kat. My girl. Mine.”
I wrap my legs around him and move on his cock, signaling I’m okay, that I want him to do his worst.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he groans. “I’m yours, Kat. Every part of me belongs to you. You’re my life, Kat. My entire world. You can never leave me, Kat. I won’t let you because I’m a dead man without you. I won’t have any direction, any hope because you’re my beating heart.”
Heath kisses me as he thrusts inside me, filling me, and it feels like I’m rising to the sky, expanding, like I can never get enough of this.
He pounds away, his hips crashing to mine, grinding me into the sandy blanket, making my breasts bounce with the reverberation of his thrusts.
His fingers on my skin feel like fire, each cell reacts to his touch.
My pussy clenches, trying to hold him inside, and gushes with arousal as I near the biggest orgasm of my life. I start to cry out as it overtakes me, unable to contain myself, and as my pussy milks his hardness, Heath comes too, in a guttural groan that sounds so sexy it pushes me over the edge.
“Holy Shit!” Heath exclaims as we finally return to earth. Our hearts slow to their normal rhythms, and our bodies recover from the aftershocks of coming so hard. “I think I finally believe in God because I just had my first taste of paradise.”
Heath rolls off of me onto his back, and together we stare up at the stars as the waves continue to crash against the shores of Wainscott Hollow.