I trail my hand down the length of her arm, needing to feel the softness of her under my palm, needing every part of us to be joined.
“Does this feel okay?” she asks, her pace still slow, like she wants to drag this out for as long as she can. Like she too wants to stay trapped in this pleasure-filled bubble for as long as we can.
“It feels incredible. You know it does.”
She flashes me a wicked grin. “How about this?” She leans down, letting just the tip of her tongue trace the tip of my cock.
I hiss. “I thought today was hands and fingers only?”
“It was. For you.”
Without further warning, she takes me in her mouth. My hips thrust of their own volition, but Caterine doesn’t flinch. She takes me deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat.
I groan, fisting my hand in her hair. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
She releases my cock from her mouth, her fist continuing to pump me slowly. Her eyes meet mine and there’s something more than lust there. “I know you won’t.”
I sit up, moving so I’m on my knees, my weight resting on my heels. “I need to touch you.”
She studies me for a second before shifting her position, turningso that when her mouth returns to my cock, I can stroke her from behind.
The vibrations her moans send through my dick almost cause me to come on the spot, but she knows exactly when to pull back, exactly how to keep me from reaching the pinnacle. Her pussy is still dripping. I slide three fingers into her as she works me with her tongue, bringing me to the edge and pulling me back again.
I know without her having to say it that she won’t let me come until she finds her own release, so I pump harder and faster, curling my fingers inside her while I thumb her clit. She whimpers as she starts to tighten around my fingers, but she never lets up. She takes me deeper, even as she cries out her release and my hips buck.
I lean back on one hand, the other still tight in her hair. My balls clench, and the familiar tingling starts low in my belly. “Fuck, Caterine, I’m going to come.” I release my hold on her hair, pulling back slightly, giving her space to move away.
But she doesn’t stop, sucking me deeper until the orgasm barrels out of me and I choke on her name. There’s a tightening in my chest, my lungs compressing so for a second I can’t breathe, but the sensation passes. In its wake there’s only a certainty, a sureness about the woman kneeling before me.
Caterine’s fist strokes me through the aftershocks, her tongue lapping at my cock, cleaning me of any remaining seed.
She places a kiss on the tip before straightening and sitting back, a shy smile on her gorgeous lips.
Neither of us speaks for several seconds, the air around us heady and hazy. I want to pull her into my arms and burrow under the blankets, tucking her in for safekeeping. I want to fall asleep with her head on my chest and wake up in the middle of the night to watch her at rest, at peace. I want to know that whatever is binding me to her isn’t one-sided.
She stands before I have the chance to reach for her. She crosses to the bathing chamber and I hear the faucet turn on. When she comes back, she has a damp cloth in her hands. She pushes me back on the bed so I’m lying flat and carefully wipes the lip prints from my skin. She comes to the one on my chest last, the brightest one, stamped right over my heart.
I stop her hand. “I’m keeping that one.”
Our eyes meet, and we exchange something heavy and unsaid.
“It won’t last forever,” she tells me.
We both know she’s not talking about the lip print, but I can’t make myself believe it, even if I know it to be true.
“I know. It won’t last past tomorrow, actually.” I rise from the bed and begin to dress as the harsh reality settles in.
“Tomorrow? Does that mean you’re finally going to tell me what it is you really need me for?” There’s a hint of knowing in her amber eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it comes.
I nod, stepping into my undergarments. “Yes. I hope that what I have to ask of you doesn’t make you think less of me.”
She watches me, perched on the edge of the bed with some unreadable emotion in her eyes. “I don’t think I could ever think less of you, Callum. Whatever it is you have to do, I know you have a good reason for it.”
“How can you know that after just a few short days?”
“You make it easy to know you, Callum Reid.” She stands and slips into her robe as I finish dressing. “There is something…”
“Yes?”
