Page 52 of Sweet Heart

“You are beautiful,” I breathe against her wet skin. “So very beautiful.”

She whimpers again, and her hips buck toward me in anticipation. I start kissing the outside of her thigh and struggle to hold myself back now that I can feel her body hum with arousal. When I reach her knee, I pause to look at her. She is panting, and her pupils are blown. Probably just as much as yours.

“Please, please don’t stop,” she begs, and I can’t help but smile.

I kiss the inside of her thigh while slowly moving back up. Every single kiss brings me closer to her heated center, making my stomach flutter even more. Dios, Katherina, you are acting like a teenager.

Mary gulps for air when my teeth scrape her tender flesh, and her hips rise just a little. I soothe the sting with the flat of my tongue and then press a kiss against it. She moans somewhere in the back of her throat, and the sound reverberates throughout her whole body.

“Maria,” I murmur against her hot skin, and she struggles to reply.

“Y…yeah?”

I smirk at the airy stutter and kiss the crease of her hip. Her fingers grasp at the sheets, and I haven’t even touched all of her yet. I glance up at her. Her mouth has fallen open, her eyes are half-closed, and she has a look of primal bewilderment. The sight of it sends lightning through me, and my pulse stutters. Jesus, if she could crawl into my skin, I’d let her. My eyes go soft, and I kiss her thigh again before speaking.

“Can I taste you?” I ask, my voice almost faltering at the question, and she shivers.

“Yes, please.”

The words might as well have been a breath. Quiet but effective. But they’re all I need. I place my hands on her thighs, and her legs fall aside as if she is welcoming me, opening herself to me.

One of her hands comes up to stroke the soft skin of my shoulders, the touch tender and grounding. Not to push or direct, but to bridge the connection between her body and mine.

A low, pleased hum escapes my chest when I gently brush the tip of my nose against her, slowly dragging it up while breathing her in. Her scent nearly overwhelms me. Lord, she is everywhere. Everything in me feels pulled into her orbit, and I love it.

I open my mouth to drink in her essence and press my tongue against the warmth that is her. Mary gasps so sharply that my eyes instantly flick up to see if she is all right. Her eyes are squeezed closed, and her chest is rising and falling in rapid bursts. She is glowing. You put that look there, Cat.

My heart beats faster when I press my tongue harder against her, wanting more contact, more of her, and lick upward firmly. She tastes salty and musky. Warm and a little wild, just like her. Her flavor is new and unfamiliar, but it still settles in me as if I’ve known it my whole life. It is so right that, for a moment, I feel the edges slip and I disappear into her completely. Not yet, Cat.

Mary’s breath hitches when I reach her most sensitive spot, and the sound pulls me back to her. The way she reaches for me so desperately and arches. I know she’s just as close to being overwhelmed as me. So I circle it with lighter pressure, and she whimpers almost instantly. Her body writhes underneath me as she tries to get more friction from me, but I hold her down, even though I realize this is what she wants, what she needs. But is her mind here with you or just her body?

I falter for one moment, the uncomfortable sensation of insecurity edging closer. Are we still connecting? I start to withdraw when Mary’s fingers tangle in my hair and her nails softly scrape my scalp.

“Yes, please, just like that, Cat. I love being this close to you.”

I blink once, dazed at the unexpected answer, and feel a warmth spread through my chest. Sí, we are in this together.

I run my tongue along the smooth, sensitive flesh again and find her ready to receive me, to hold me, and I respond just as eagerly. My skin is set alight, and heat pools low now. I am already addicted.

Together, we search for the rhythm of her body. I give Mary pleasure in peaks. Crawling higher and higher, then letting her come down softly again, each surge of intensity is met with an equal response. I want to do this right, want to make it feel right for her. For us both.

Her head is pressed back, her lip is tucked between her teeth, and there is a soft crease between her eyebrows. The sight calms my nerves, and when her thighs tense under my fingers at my touch, I hum in agreement. Eso. Exactamente así.

I move my mouth in a slow, suctioning circle, and her back arches off the bed.

“Cat, please…”

Her voice is so high, so delicate, that it could be spun glass. And I have every intention of treating her with the right care. I huff a small laugh at her, and my own, eagerness, and the sound vibrates against her sensitive skin. Her fingers grip the sheets so hard that her knuckles turn white. Sí, more of that, please. More of her feeling this good.

Her eyes flutter open and find mine. They are drunk on the moment, but I see her reach for me, connecting with me. She is here. She is ready. My heart leaps, and I curl my fingers into her thighs.

“I’ve got you,” I hum and then finally flick my tongue directly over her.

Chapter 20

Mary

“My chest is heaving as I struggle to take in a full breath of air, and I throw my arm over my eyes for a brief moment.