47. Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Seven
Kat
The birthday bastard got what he wanted in the form of a very slowly built, very languorous four AND five. While I was intermittently allowed to touch him. I really, really wanted to take him in my mouth again.
“Kat, I can’t. Your fucking mouth drives me INSANE and I can’t do that right now,” he admitted, sounding apologetic. He was apologizing to me that I couldn’t give him head. Because I couldn’t handle his reaction. Jesus.
Glad to know he liked it though.
Noted.
For what, I wasn’t sure. Because I was steadfastly refusing to think about anything outside this hotel room. Which would be futile once the sun came up.
I stroked him so very slowly, just reveling in being able to touch him. I wanted to keep touching him so badly. I wanted to push it, and he knew that. But I’d be breaking his trust if I didn’t stop when he told me to.
And I’d never, ever do that.
I leaned down and kissed his chest, noticing it was rising and falling a little faster. I watched, and I listened to his heart, and I did push. Because he hadn’t stopped me, and I was handling this tiny little bit just fine. It gave me hope. For that future I wasn’t thinking about.
I’d told him I needed a minute, and he listened. I honestly didn’t think I’d go higher than five, I thought I might be numb down there. But he certainly wasn’t.
I kissed his chest, his neck, his jaw, his cheek. And just kept stroking him, firmly, slowly, intentionally. I wanted to watch him fall apart so badly, but him falling apart was exactly what I couldn’t handle. But I could at least get him there without total annihilation.
He was trembling. I could feel it. I loved it. I wanted that. I wanted to give him that feeling again, one he’d given me so many times already tonight. I nipped at his earlobe, watching him watch my hand like he was hypnotized.
“How are you, sweetie?” I murmured in his ear. He kissed my neck before responding.
“I’m doing okay. You feel so good, sweetheart. I don’t want you to think you don’t. I am losing my mind trying to stay in control,” he insisted. I knew. I could feel it.
“I know, Henry. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” I said, hoping he knew how deeply I meant it. I ran my thumb over his tip at the top of one of my trips, and he shuddered. I froze, but he was okay. Then the brat in me took over and I did it again.
“Fuck, Kat. Fuck, you feel so bloody good baby,” he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut. I tapped his cheek gently. He peeked an eye open at me.
“Eyes on me. I don’t get this much tonight.
I want to watch you,” I admitted. He opened the other eye.
I saw the barely controlled restraint there, and I thought about what he’d said he wanted to do earlier.
Flipping me over and driving into me. It seemed that urge was still there.
I hesitated everywhere but my hand, an idea percolating.
“I have an idea. Probably not for tonight. But…” I trailed off, unsure. I knew his ego was about to be stroked a lot harder than his cock at the moment.
“I am GONE when you make me come, especially on your dick. And I know I’m apparently quite good at taking you with me.
Maybe… maybe I wouldn’t notice? Maybe that would be okay?
” I offered quietly, feeling unsure. There were a lot of assumptions in there.
A lot that I wasn’t even sure I could allow.
I looked down at my hand instead of his eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he murmured. I shrugged. Then decided to just tell him where I was at.
“I want your cock so fucking badly, Henry. I want to be connected to you that way. All night, I’ve wanted that so badly. I’m so sorry I’m the reason we can’t,” I whispered. He kissed me on the cheek again.
“I want to feel that too, I know what you mean baby girl. We’ll get there, okay? But tonight has still been the best birthday of my life. The day had some ups and downs. But tonight? Pulled it firmly into the lead. By a landslide. Because I got to spend it with you,” he whispered.
Fuck this man needed to stop making me want to kiss him.
Instead, I just nodded and picked up my pace slightly, hoping it did and didn’t affect him. It did.
“Stop,” he said quietly, sounding apologetic, again. I let go, but shook my head at his tone. He knew what I meant. He swallowed, closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath.
“Okay,” he allowed. I started again, marveling at the fact that I KNEW he was close. His cock was twitching, leaking precum, and his balls were tucked up tight when I dared try to play with them. He stopped me once more.
But thirty seconds later let me go again. He was watching me hungrily; I could feel it. And suddenly, I knew it was finally going to happen, whether he knew or not. I knew his body well.
I lifted my eyes to his, just as his mouth fell open on a loud moan. His hips thrust his cock into and out of my hand independent of my strokes.
“Fuck, Kat!” he shouted. I felt him spilling over my hand and his stomach, everywhere. He was breathing slightly heavy and I felt my heart rate pick up.
I dove at his chest, tucking my face into his neck where I could feel his pulse, hear his heartbeat, know it was okay. I forced myself to breathe deeply. And I felt the anxiety loosen its grip on me.
I looked up at him, and he seemed rather dazed. I wasn’t surprised. Being edged for half the night could do that to a person.
Ask me how I knew.
But I was so wildly turned on, knowing I’d made that happen. I’d been careful, WE’D been careful, and I managed to get him off. Get him to spill everywhere. And I meant everywhere.
He’d been holding back for so long. Fuck that was insanely hot. I rubbed my thighs together, wondering how insane I had to be to be craving more from him, just from watching him come.
I felt his eyes on me, and I smiled. And I lifted my hand to my lips and cleaned up the mess we’d made. He groaned. I smiled wider, an idea springing to the forefront of my mind.
I never, ever said I wasn’t evil.
Or that I was done with him tonight.
I kissed my way down his flushed chest to his stomach, groaning at how obscenely hot it was to see him coated like this.
I suddenly understood the draw of coming on your partner.
We’d certainly be doing that sometime soon.
I slowly, methodically, licked every goddamn drop off of his stomach, his hands in my hair, making him groan again. I kept eye contact the entire time, wanting him to see just how much I enjoyed my self-imposed cleanup job.
Every ridge of his abs, the dip of the V down to his cock, and finally, the best part.
“Kat,” he warned, sounding hoarse. I licked up the underside of his dick, circled the head, then abruptly took him fully into my mouth, sucking hard and pulling off.
See?
Clean.
“Fucking hell, Kat,” he yelped, his hips catching on far sooner than his brain, twitching up to try to follow my mouth.
I grinned up at him.
“Two.”
He growled and dove at me.