44. Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Four
Kat
He didn’t stop. His hands never stopped moving. When I wasn’t sipping tea, he was sucking on my neck, nibbling on my earlobe.
He’d fully made sure he’d know MY tits if he ever went blind.
And just as I finished my tea, he started mapping inside me the same way.
He plucked my mug from my hand, placing it on the nightstand. I had my hand resting on my stomach, but apparently that was obstructing his view of his masterpiece.
Lacing his fingers with mine, careful not to hurt my wrist, he pulled my arm up above my head, tucking it around his. I immediately started playing with his hair. He laughed softly.
“Is this okay? I want you to keep your hand right there, stretched so prettily open for me. But I don’t want to hurt your wrist,” he explained. I shifted my arm experimentally, checking to see if it would hurt. I knew I was drunk and needed to be careful.
“It feels okay. I’ll let you know if it starts to hurt,” I offered. Smiling up at him upside down again, I said, “Thank you.” I had to bite my tongue from adding ‘I love you’ at the end of that. It was so hard. Because all of this. Together.
This was why I loved him.
Because of who he is. Constantly. Consistently. The same good man. The best man I’d ever met.
I whined a little, mostly at the effort it took to keep from telling him all of that. But he took it in a different way.
“I’ll get there when I’m bloody well good and ready, love. I’ve decided since you seem so sure you won’t come again tonight, you’re not going to,” he said, that dangerous tone back in his voice.
Um.
Excuse me, sir?
“What?” I shrieked, louder than I intended. He fully laughed at that, circling my nipples gently with his thumbnails. I moaned, my back arching further. If he was going to do THAT tonight, I was utterly fucked.
And not in a good way. He chuckled again, and thankfully put me out of my misery.
“At least not until you’re begging me to make you come.
You will beg for this one. And then I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to stop.
Probably a little while after that. That’s your punishment for doubting me.
Understood?” he asked, watching me very carefully.
I shivered. The corner of his mouth tipped up. Then he nosed my cheek.
“I need an answer, Kat. And it needs to be a resounding one, or we’ll do something else,” he offered. I knew he was giving me an out. I knew this man would edge the ever-loving fuck out of me and enjoy every second of it. Every mewling, begging plea.
But so would I. I nodded enthusiastically.
“Words, Katherine,” he commanded. You want words? We can play this game, my friend.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. He groaned, his head banging back onto the headboard. I giggled softly. I definitely felt his cock twitch against my ass. Noted.
“I would’ve called you mental if you’d told me a year ago I’d love hearing that,” he admitted, his voice soft and hoarse. I batted my eyelashes wickedly up at him.
“You bring it out in me,” I said. He groaned again. Then got back to work.
He had me panting in less than a minute. Damn stubborn RIGHT man. And just as I thought, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was smiling softly down at me the entire time. I could see him taking mental notes of every involuntary twitch, every moan, what made them happen.
I was a little afraid of how efficient he was getting at playing my body like a damn instrument.
I was being obstinate, I knew. But I was refusing to beg. For now. I was currently panting while he laid there, his hands still on my stomach, waiting for my body to come back from the very edge.
The worst part?
He HAD only been playing with my nipples.
I HAD been about to come from that alone.
Well, that and his heavy, self-satisfied, hungry gaze.
“You know, it’s quite surprising,” he mused, calm as hell despite his increasingly twitchy cock nestled between my ass cheeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if he got to the point where he spilled across my back against his will.
I’d love that.
“What’s surprising?” I asked suspiciously.
“That you tried to argue with me about me getting you off more than once. My silly girl, I had you coming all over my cock twice in five minutes flat at the gala. Oh, my love. What am I going to do with you?” he said, in answer and in question. I shook my head.
I wasn’t sure what he was going to do with me.
But I was sure I’d enjoy it.