It’s the single most devastating thing I’ve ever seen.
She closes her eyes, head falling back as her pace increases.
“Are you going to make yourself come, my lady?”
“Yes, yes,” she gasps.
“Do it. Let me see you come.”
She cries out a second later, her hips continuing to move as she rides the wave of her orgasm.
I fight with everything in me to keep from coming with her. The image of Lady Caterine bringing herself to orgasm will be forever imprinted on my mind, and I know it will be what I see when I close my eyes tonight and every night for a long time after.
She slips her fingers from her channel and before I know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet, taking her hand in mine, guiding her fingers to my mouth.
She doesn’t stop me.
Pupils wide, she watches as I lick the taste of her from her skin. I swirl my tongue over the pads of her fingers before releasing them.
For a full minute there is nothing but the sounds of our ragged breaths.
“Can I touch you, Callum?” Her eyes drift down to the bulge in my pants. “Please?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, my lady.”
Her eyes meet mine. “You say you want to build trust, Your Highness. You must trust me as well. I give you my word that I will never manipulate your emotions without your consent.”
“It isn’t just that, Caterine.” I lean against the bed, grasping a post to keep myself upright. “If I never know the wonder of you, it might make it easier to walk away.”
Her eyes soften and she reaches for the waistband of my pants, slow enough so I have plenty of time to stop her. “Relieve yourself, then.” She pops the button but doesn’t move to release me from the bonds of the fabric.
But I do it myself. I free my cock, watching her reaction as it bobs against my belly.
She watches me with wide eyes, her tongue darting out, touching the corner of her lips.
I close my eyes and my hand wraps around my shaft, pumping slowly. My eyes flutter open when I hear her breath stuttering in her chest. Her pupils are wide, her gaze locked on my dick.
“What are you thinking, my lady?”
“I’m thinking how amazing your cock would feel inside me, with you thrusting so slowly I could feel every magnificent inch of you.”
“Bloody hell, Caterine. If I buried myself inside you I might not ever come out.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Promise?”
I choke on my laugh. It gets caught in my throat when her fingers once again begin to stroke that center of her pleasure.
“Watching you is turning me on, Your Highness.”
“Watching you is going to make me come, my lady.”
She wraps her calf around my hip, bringing me closer. Inches separate our bodies, the only place we are touching the press of her leg. My eyes drift from her frantic fingers up to the swell of her chest, heaving with stuttered breaths.
The orgasm builds low in my stomach, my balls painfully tight. “Fuck, Caterine, I’m going to come.” I move to pull away from her, but her leg traps me in place. My release spurts across her stomach. I wring every bit of pleasure from my aching cock, and the groan that escapes me is so long and low that it borders on embarrassing.
“Callum,” she whispers as a second release takes hold of her.
And it does something to me, the sound of her breathing my name as she comes. I pull away from her before she can say anything else.
