Page 146 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Cross’s restrained snapped. As much as he loved fucking her mouth, he was really going to enjoy fucking her silly while he made handprints on her ass.

Oh, yes.

He pulled free from her sinful mouth, and yanked her up from the floor. Catherine’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as her eyes widened. Her hands still hadn’t come out from beneath her dress.

Cross pushed her into the piano until their bodies were pressed together. He could feel her hands moving under her dress, fast and rhythmic. Her breaths picked up speed, and her pupils enlarged as she started trembling.

“You gonna come?” he asked.

Catherine nodded. “Yeah.”

He had a good mind to pull her hands out from between her thighs, but he decided against it. If only because he wanted her wet and tight as hell when he finally sunk his cock into her cunt. She was always soaked and snug after she came.

Cross was on his knees in a blink, and pushing the skirt of Catherine’s dress up around her waist. He was caught like a deer in the headlights by the sight of her hands under her lace panties. One rubbing at her clit, the other stuffing her cunt full of two fingers and making a damp spot on her panties.

He could smell her, too.

All tart and hot.

Cross groaned. “Christ, come on. I want a taste, Catherine. Come, so I can clean off those fingers of yours.”

“Oh, my God,” she breathed.

Her orgasm came on faster than he expected, but it was still a beautiful sight to watch it race over her skin. She pulled shaking hands from her panties, and offered them to him like a gift. He sucked and licked her fingers clean just like he said he would, and took his sweet time to make sure every bit of her cum was gone from her skin before he stood up once more.

“You better fuck me so good after that, Cross,” Catherine said.

“You know it. Strip.” He kicked that damn bench so it was out of way of the piano, and he had room to move. “Then I want you bent over that bench, Catty, and showing me what’s always been mine. Now.”

Catherine didn’t hesitate. Her dress hit the floor soundlessly, and then her bralette and panties followed. She left her black pumps on, though. He loved fucking her in heels, and she knew it. He palmed her ass when she moved past him to go to the bench, and sighed a happy sound when his hand snapped against the same spot with a slap.

“Keep it up,” she whispered.

So high.

So airless.

He loved that, too.

“Show me what’s mine,” he countered.

Catherine bent over the bench with a soft laugh. She spread her legs when he came up behind her, and tapped his hands to the insides of her thighs with a barked, wider, babe.

Her ass was high, pinked by his hand, and a peek of her wet cunt stared back at him. Fucking hell, it was a beautiful sight. He couldn’t help but stroke his cock while he looked her over, made her wait, and slipped his fingers into her tight slit.

Wet.

Hot.

Perfect.

His fingers curled against her G-spot, and she moaned a broken plea.

“Cross, please …”

“Keep saying that,” he demanded.

“Start fucking me, then.”