Caitlin reached for my hand and placed it on her breast. I dropped my head down to kiss her neck. “I thought you were falling asleep.”
She shifted, her butt pressing against my erection. “Kind of hard to sleep with you like that,” she murmured.
I cupped her breast through her bra, feeling her nipple tighten against my palm. I slid my thumb under her bra strap, sliding it back and forth over her skin and making her squirm. Reaching up, I pulled the straps off her shoulders and lifted her breasts out of the cups. Pretending to watch the show, I played with her breasts, massaging them and tugging on the nipples while her breaths came faster.
She pressed back against me, grinding her butt against my dick, and I could feel the small tremors as her arousal grew.
“Touch your breasts for me, darling,” I whispered into her ear skirting my hand down her torso, over her stomach to where I could play with the waistband on her leggings. She reached up to tug on her nipples. I wanted to see her doing it naked but didn’t want to break the moment.
I slowly worked my hand under the waistband, stroking her skin and enjoying her soft moans. “Am I going to find you wet for me?” I asked her, teasing my fingers along her pubic bone until I reached her slit. I easily slid two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. Caitlin moaned, arching her back and tugging harder on her nipples.
“So ready. So needy,” I whispered. I pumped my fingers faster, addding a third and pressing my thumb against her swollen clit.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted over and over. She clamped her hand over mine, urging me to go faster and harder and I complied.
With a long, low moan that I felt at the base of my spine, Caitlin tensed, her entire body stiff, then she shook as she came. I kept up the pumping, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible while she held tight to my hand. Only once she started to relax did I slow down.
Finally pulling my hand free, I licked her juices from my fingers moaning at how good she tasted. “Delicious.”
Caitlin caught me by surprise when she grabbed my hand and sucked on my fingers, releasing them with a pop. “Mmm, you’re right,” she said. “But do you know what’ll taste even better?”
My brain was trying to follow along but I couldn’t seem to catch up. When I didn’t immediately reply, she pushed me onto my back, sat up and turned around to face me. Her hands were on the button of my jeans and she paused, waiting for my consent. I nodded and she popped the button. I hissed like a cat when she drew the zipper down. My dick was hard and ready to go off.
Pressing my heels into the couch, I lifted up and she tugged my jeans far enough down to pull my dick free. She wrapped her hand around the length, sliding up and down. Swiping her thumb over the precum, she used it as lube, pumping her hand as she jacked me off.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, she dropped her head and sucked me into her mouth. I groaned long and loud, muttering a mix of compliments and gibberish. Her teeth grazed the underside of my dick and I jerked in her mouth, making her choke. She pulled off me with a gasp, but before I could suggest she stop, she sucked me down again.
I tucked my hands behind my head to keep from touching her, but my hips chased after her mouth every time she pulled up.She moved faster and faster, sucking hard, and my movements became erratic. I was going to blow and I knew it’d be a lot. I reached for her shoulder, wanting to warn her, but she tightened her grip on my thigh, her other hand squeezing and rolling my balls.
“Oh fuck, Caitlin!” I shouted as my orgasm slammed into me with an intensity I’d never experienced before. “Fuck!” My body spasmed beneath her, and she continued to milk me with her hand and mouth before finally pulling off.
Caitlin grinned at me, delicately wiping her lips. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her toward me and she tumbled onto my chest with a laugh. I hugged her to me, kissing her deeply and tasting both of us on her.
This woman was addicting on so many levels—not the least of which was how well we connected sexually. It was moments like this that I would always treasure. I wanted to see how many we could share before our time together was up.
TWENTY-THREE
CAITLIN
Iapologized as I mopped up coffee I’d slopped over the rim of the cup. It wasn’t like me to spill, but the entire morning had been like that. I’d delivered an order to the wrong table, dropped a stack of plastic glasses, and shot ketchup across the counter when I was refilling bottles.
“Off day, hon?” Aurora asked when I met up with her during a brief lull.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I said, feeling off in every way. What was wrong with me? The short answer to that question was Brian. It had been almost two weeks since that day at the lake. After his pointed rejection of me later that night, I’d thought everything was over between us. I’d even tried to figure out how I could move out of his house.
But then I’d realized he was happy to be with me so long as I didn’t come between him and his job. We spent our off time together at home and our nights in his bed. It wasn’t ideal and I’d hoped that, in time, he’d tell me what was bothering him. And he continued to do little things for me. Make breakfast, rub my tired feet, kiss me on the back deck while watching the sunset.All good, but I couldn’t help wanting more. I wanted all of his attention, not just the little bit that he felt he could spare. But he’d made it clear that his work came first.
“I always get dopey when it’s that time of the month,” Aurora said with a laugh. “Marc says I’m a hazard then and shouldn’t come to work.”
Time of the month?I felt everything inside me slow down. How long had it been since I’d had a period? I started to work my way back mentally. I’d had one not long after I found out that Seamus had stolen my money and skipped town. I remembered the timing clearly because the injustice of having cramps on top of that had struck me. That was…too long ago.
“You just went white. What is it?” Aurora’s hand closed over my arm.
“I missed a period,” I said. Could I be pregnant? I didn’t have any of the signs that women talked about, except being a little tired, but I’d figured that was just from working so many hours on my feet.
“Okay, that’s not that unusual.” Aurora spoke in a mother’s soothing tone.
“For me, it is. I’m super regular.” Down to the minute every month.
