Page 84 of Sweet Heart

The mattress dips a little more, and then her lips brush mine. Once, twice, briefly enough to make me want it, but not enough that I can call it a kiss. And just like that, she moves away again. This time, I whimper a little louder, and she just chuckles a little more.

“Look at you,” she hums, her breath warm against my stomach now. “You are such a good girl for me right now, aren’t you?”

The words do something unexpected to me. My fingers curl into the sheets as the warmth rushes through my body like a gooey liquid. Oh… I gasp. She has never spoken to me like this, but now that she has, I wonder how I could have ever gone without. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and I can barely swallow, so I just nod in answer.

“Use your words, amor,” Cat purrs, and the warmth turns into heat pooling straight in my core.

Fuck…

“Y…Yes.”

I am rewarded with an actual kiss against my hipbone, warm and tender. Not rushed, not teasing, just Cat’s lips against my skin. My fingers curl more, and I want to reach out to touch her, but her fingers already curl around my wrists, and she presses my hands down against the bed.

“Nuh-uh,” she breathes against my sternum now. “You will only feel what I let you feel. Can you do that for me?”

I nod again, stunned as the words hit me. Stunned at how much I want this.

“Words, darling.”

“Yes,” I whimper so quietly that I am not even sure I said it, but Cat’s mouth is now against my collarbone, so I must have. “God, yes.”

Her lips press more deliberately, and Cat runs her tongue along the side of my neck. The muscles in my arms tense, and I press myself back against the bed so that I don’t reach for her. Fuck, this is torture. The touch is gone way too soon, and I shiver as the warmth of her body disappears. I hear a shuffle. The bed dips a little, and her fingers brush my thigh in passing. Her little ways of telling me she is still here, still with me, and that she’s not going anywhere.

I tremble with anticipation and strain my ears to find her in the darkness, but her warm breath against my core is so sudden that I let out a startled moan. Cat laughs softly and presses a soft kiss against the inside of my thigh. My lips part, and my breathing becomes shallower now that she is so close to my center, and I fight the urge to wriggle.

“Bien, querida,” Cat whispers, the vibration sending a jolt down my spine.

Her arms slide around my thighs, and I feel her pull me a little closer to her. My body automatically opens up to her, and I can feel her grin against my skin. She brushes something—maybe her nose, maybe her finger—along my length so tenderly that I’m almost ashamed of the reaction it pulls from me. A low, near-primal moan escapes my throat when I feel how I start to drip on myself. Fuck. Me. Please.

It is as if Cat can hear my thoughts, because the next touch is the warm flat of her tongue, running all the way up. She presses it firmly against me but moves excruciatingly slowly. So slowly that I can’t help but beg.

“Cat, please…”

“Katherina,” she murmurs against me, and the movement sends electricity through my body.

“Katherina…”

I parrot her name in a high, constricted voice while I clutch the sheets even tighter. Does she even know what she is doing to me? I am sure she does.

The next touch isn’t relief. It’s more torture. So close to where I need her, so close to where I want her, but she isn’t giving it to me yet. Instead, she circles me once, twice, and then blows on me before moving away again. This time, I growl in frustration, and she actually laughs.

“So impatient, my feisty little author. Me gusta.”

“A mí no,” I reply with a sneer, and she laughs even harder.

“I know you don’t like it. But I also know you secretly love it.”

She nibbles my ear now, and I shiver.

“Maybe,” I relent, but I still scowl in the hope that she sees it.

“Definitely,” she quips back before her teeth scrape my side and my hips buck up involuntarily. “See,” she taunts, and I can hear her grin.

Her hands glide up the inside of my legs again, and she pushes me a little wider. Something cold touches me, wet. Lube? Her fingers spread it, and I frown until I feel pressure against me.

“Respira para mí,” she murmurs. Breathe for me.

I bite my lip and nod. Only then does she slide inside of me, slowly so that I can adjust to the size of the strap, until I am completely filled. I let out a shuddering breath that she swallows when she kisses me deeply. Her tongue swirls around mine as she carefully starts to move. Every thrust of her hips is a question. Is this okay? Not too deep? Not too hard? I answer them all with a moan, my fingers pressing into her shoulders, and a gasp of pleasure as I whip my head back.