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“Oh, yeah?”
She seems less scared now, less afraid, and I can’t help but wonder if the promise of sex is a more comfortable arena for her. Sex is, in most ways, a game of sorts. There are rules and the promise of reward, and like most games, the more you practice the better you become. The longer you know your teammate, the better your chances of success.
I think sex is a game Catherine’s comfortable with, whereas all of the emotional tag-alongs are something she’s never had to deal with before. It makes sense, really. It’s completely natural that she’d be mistrustful of attachment and, by default, mistrustful of me.
And I can’t change that.
There is a little pinch of panic at the base of my spine at the thought. Mani’s words, ‘This doesn’t end well, man. For either of you’, flash through my mind.
But then I look down at my bed. Catherine is lying on her back, fully clothed, her red top vibrant against my plain black comforter. Her feet are dangling slightly off the bed. Her long red hair is tumbled around her face and down her front. Her green eyes are soft, and they are looking at me.
Leaning down, I remove her right shoe, and then her left. When she unbuttons her jeans and starts to shimmy out of them, I grab the flared legs and tug, pulling her entire body another two inches down the bed. She laughs and, raising her hips, helps me get them the rest of the way off, leaving her in the bright red top and a lace thong in the same shade.
I toe off my shoes and climb on the bed, careful not to put too much of my weight on her as I move over her until I’m at her hips. “Open your legs, baby.”
Cat frowns, looking slightly confused, but when she complies, I lower my body down between her legs and hook my hands underneath her hips. My heart is beating with frantic thumps. The smell of her arousal floods my senses, making my mouth water with the need to taste her. I can see the slit of her pussy through the red lace, but I don’t move to take off her underwear yet.
Lowering my head, I trail kisses along the slinky waistband, keeping my lips light as much as to savor thepetal-smooth skin as to tease. Catherine makes a humming noise in the back of her throat and, although I don’t think she’s conscious of doing it, her feet sink down into the mattress on either side of me, inadvertently pushing her closer and closer to my mouth.
I would love nothing more than to drag this moment on for eternity, but when I run the tip of my tongue down the lacey side seam of her underwear, following the furrow of her inner thigh, she moans and arches her back.
And that’s it.
It’s too much to resist.
Stringing her legs over my shoulders, I shift her thong to one side and spread her wider in front of me. “Fuck, Cat,” I manage through the raging need. “I could stay here all day and look at you.”
“Please don’t,” her voice comes out a breathy whisper.
Her modesty pulls a surprised laugh from me. And because I’d hate for her to be embarrassed, I say, “Okay,” and lower my head and taste her for the first time.
Catherine
This isn’t what I had planned.I was supposed to seducehim. He was supposed to open the door and I was supposed to do the rest.
I still don’t quite know where he threw me off. Maybe, it was when he placed his forehead against mine and exhaled like I was a cure he’d been searching for his entire life? Maybe, it was when he compared me to a fairy tale? And maybe, just maybe, it was when he said he was in love with me.
I wasn’t expecting it.
I knew it would come up between us eventually, but I wasn’t expecting it so soon. And I definitely wasn’t expecting the rush of longing in my own chest when he said it.
“Fuck, Cat.” Aiden’s voice is hoarse. “I could stay here all day and look at you.”
I feel the blush burning up my neck and into my cheeks. “Please don’t,” I whisper. I’m not typically modest, but he’s so tender and raw with honesty that I almost believe him. He has a way of doing that, of making me vulnerable in ways that I didn’t believe I was capable of anymore.
I think he mumbles, “Okay,” but the moment his tongue slides over me, all thought, all worry, and vulnerability leave me, chased away by the rippling sensation of Aiden eating me out.
His tongue is gentle, just the faintest touch that is almost lighter than his breath, and slow, as if he wants to savor me for hours to come. His hands underneath me lift me the slightest bit, angling my hips to give him better access.
I have never been loved like this. Everything about this moment is sinfully sweet—and a complete contrast to the blazing urge in me that is begging to find release. Every flicker of Aiden’s tongue coils pleasure through my core, languidly pulling all my nerves higher and higher, tighter and tighter. My toes dig beneath him as if my body knows it needs to be grounded for what’s to come. My skin is hot all over, blazing with a pleasure blush.
Needing to do something, needing to touch him, I reach down and bury my hands in his thick hair. Sinking my fingers down to his roots, I pull the silky strandspartially through my fingers. Aiden groans, but he doesn’t stop.
The sound of ragged breathing reaches for me, and given that Aiden’s mouth is occupied, it can only be mine. It sounds as if I have come from a fight that I did not intend to survive. I close my eyes and try to moderate my breath as I battle with wave after wave of pleasure, each one stronger than the last. My hands, still in Aiden’s hair, clench and unclench in time with his strokes. Every lick blazes a trail of fire through me.
“Aiden,” I pant his name as the pleasure takes on a sharper edge. “Please.” But my body takes over. My hips grind in quick rolling movements, pressing myself more firmly against his mouth, begging him to hurry.
He doesn’t say anything. Using his fingers, he spreads me gently as if I am a gift he is unwrapping. My entire body is trembling near ecstasy, but when he sucks my clit into his mouth and slips a single finger inside of me, his mouth and finger working together, I buck my hips, momentarily taken off guard as the world around me shatters.
