She ripped the wrapper as I continued to finger fuck her. She moaned as she sheathed my cock. Then I settled between her thighs. I wanted to rush. Every part of me wanted to sink into her heat and lose my mind. Instead, I kissed her slowly. Until her body softened under mine and her legs wrapped around my hips. Only then did I push inside. The first inch nearly ruined me. Catherine’s lips parted. Her nails dug into my shoulders, not enough to hurt, enough to tell me she felt it too.
I stopped. “Okay?”
She nodded, but her eyes were closed.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened. Mine wasn’t the right word. It felt too soon. Still, it was the word my body wanted. I moved again, careful, slow, giving her time to adjust to my size. Her breath hitched. Mine wasn’t any better. By the time I was fully inside her, I had to stop and bury my face against her neck before I embarrassed myself like a teenager.
“Hunter,” she moaned. She touched my face and whispered, “Move.”
So I moved slow at first. Long, deep strokes that made her grip the sheets and arch beneath me. She felt too good. Warm and tight and perfect in a way that made every thought splinter. I kept my eyes on her because I needed to see her. Her body told me everything. The tilt of her hips. The way she pulled me closer. The soft, broken sounds she tried to swallow until I kissed them out of her.
“There,” she gasped as I pulled myself up on my hands and held one of her legs at my waist. I was thrusting deep inside her, and she was squeezing my cock so hard I was lost. She met each one of my strokes as we chased the ecstasy.
“Yes,” she cried out.
I kept the pace, thrusting fast into her tight little pussy. She clenched around me, squeezing my cock in the best fucking way. Her head tipped back. Her fingers dragged down my back. My name left her mouth, soft at first, then not soft at all. I slid a hand between us, finding her clit, and her whole body tightened.
“Hunter.”
“I’ve got you.”
“I’m close.”
“I know, baby.”
Her eyes flew to mine. The way she clenched around me almost ended me.
“Come for me,” I said, voice rough. “I want to feel it.”
She broke under me. Her orgasm rolled through her, and I felt every second of it. Her body gripped mine, pulling me deeper, her mouth opened, and she moaned. Whatever control I had left was gone as I thrust once. Twice. Then I followed her over the edge, burying my face in her neck as my own release tore through me hard enough to leave me shaking. For a long time, neither of us moved. I stayed over her, careful not to crush her, my heart pounding against hers. Her fingers moved slowly through my hair.
“That was…” she whispered.
I lifted my head. “Yeah.”
When I finally pulled away to clean up, she made a small protesting sound that nearly had me getting back into bed immediately.
“Water,” I said, forcing myself to be responsible.
“I don’t need water.”
“You do.”
“You’re bossy after sex too?” she giggled.
“Especially after sex.”
She smiled and tucked the sheet under her arms. “Fine. But hurry.”
I put on boxers because I was not walking naked through the condo, even with Isla gone, and headed to the kitchen. I filled two glasses at the sink, still half in my bedroom mentally, still feeling Catherine’s hands on my back and her mouth against mine. Then I heard the front door open.
My entire body froze.
“Dad?” Isla’s voice called, small and tired.
The glasses nearly slipped from my hands. My mother stepped inside behind her, one hand on Isla’s shoulder, her purse over her arm.
