I cupped her face in my hands, wanting her to say something—anything to stop me. Because claiming her meant finding me, and to be one hundred percent honest… I was fucking terrified. But I couldn’t turn back now. I let her go once. I’d die if I did it again.
Her lips were soft and pliant as my mouth crashed on hers, and I crushed her body into mine using my hands, sliding my fingers over her smooth skin to swipe the sleeves of her back-less, black dress over her shoulders and down to her elbows. She stood there, under the filtered moonlight streaming from her windows, bathed in the blue-ish glow, bare-breasted and beautiful, and it took every ounce of restraint in my body not to come right then and there.
I dipped my head to take a taste of her pale-ish pink nipples, and she groaned, a guttural sound she followed up by grinding her hips into the hollows of my body. I tugged the tight nub at her breast with my teeth and the groans turned to gasps, high-pitched breathy sounds that made my already erect cock stir, causing it to strain and pulse against my metal zipper. I was coming unglued by the melody of her amazing noises.
I smirked as I played another tune against her clit, bringing the pitch of her breathy whimpers higher with each stroke of my eager fingers.
Kat was my erotic instrument. Always had been.
From the second I slid inside her, from the moment I took her into my arms and made this sexy and gutsy, southern girl mine, I knew I had found the perfect fit.
She was the song that my heart had never stopped singing.
Touching her was like my own private ecstasy, and teasing her like this—making her moan and sigh and groan, was a nirvana that I hadn’t known for nine long years. I circled my index finger and thumb to the dimples at the small of her lower back, and there, I pinched her zipper, sliding it the rest of the way down until her dress fell open, crumpling at her feet where I kicked it aside.
The bomb that had detonated inside my body moments before had wrought its destruction, and in its aftermath, all it left was a fire—fully birthed and bright. That fire swept through me at lightning speed, obliterating all doubt, leaving nothing but need, and I grabbed Kat by the waist with both hands, letting the internal blaze that she sparked burn into my gaze.
I seared her skin with my stare.
“Kat… I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. And what I feel now… the word ‘want’ wouldn’t even do justice.”
She bit her already red lip, and it broke what little control I had left, making me tighten my grip, bringing her body into mine so I could slide the sudden erection that emerged every time I got to touch her between her legs…
Where it belonged.
Didn’t take long to realize that Kat had little left on to separate us but bits of silk and lace, her flimsy underwear no barrier to the simmering sensations pulsing between us. Even with it on, I could tell…
She was slick and wet… and hot.
Inhaling sharply as soon as she felt me, it was all I could do not to plunge myself slowly into her sweetly soft center.
Watching Kat moan while I lapped at her skin was fucking incredible, and I licked my way down the line of her cleavage, touching each freckle, brushing my kisses against her perky, tear-dropped tits until she whined with need.
I lowered my voice, searching her crystal blue irises for answers—answers that I knew I needed to hear.
“Are you sure, kitten? You sure you want this?”
She responded raspily. “Yes, Ethan…”
I prodded. “Why?” I suddenly need to know the reason, feeling an inexplicable urge to understand.
“You saved me, Ethan.” She said my name with a sigh, her blue gaze concentrated. “And I never got to say thank you,” she finished on a husky tone.
Guilt slammed into my stomach like a sledgehammer and as I let Kat’s words sink in, I realized that though we’d managed to share so much, there was still so much more to cover.
And how could I possibly tell her? How could I explain why I’d left her the first time—why I might have to leave again? I couldn’t do it. God fucking help me… I couldn’t tell the woman in my arms the truth about the past, the present…
My voice was rough when I beckoned to her. “Come here, pretty kitten.”
Left in nothing but a silky pair of pink panties and the silent awe of my eyes, Kat’s body slightly shivered and I sunk to my knees, wanting to warm her in the quickest way I knew how. She was soaking the second I touched her.
I nuzzled my nose between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and as Kat’s head started to fall back, my own head dipped lower, licking the very bottom of her until the shivers turned into quakes, her thighs trembling as I stroked my tongue over the fabric covering her dripping wet mound. I moved the satin aside with my mouth and plunged my tongue—tip to base, into all of the places I couldn’t yet see.
Kat cried out, clutching my hair.
The slight tension only turned me on, and as her clutch transformed into clawing, I sucked her wetness between my teeth, loving her from the inside out, lapping at everything I could get my lips on.
I’d never tasted anything so silkily sweet.
But there was nothing sweet about the rough expletives coming off of Kat’s tongue, and as I delved deeper, she whimpered into the open air.
“Oh, God, Ethan… Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”
I couldn’t help but smile. I sucked on her clit and she started to convulse. I threw one of her thighs over my shoulder and she came, stiffening and shaking as her orgasms came out in pulses on my tongue. I devoured everything there was to devour and as her harried, ragged breaths slowed almost to a stop, I stood, supporting her with my hands as she fell limp and weak against me.
I took her mouth with mine, not in the fucking mood for asking. I explored the hot, wet cavern of her mouth with my pussy-soaked tongue, letting her taste herself, and she bit at my lower lip as I teased at hers. I pulled back to gaze at her—my always-surprising Kat, and saw stars in her slightly wet eyes.
Her eyes, already wide, turned into saucers when my gaze dropped to her lips and below, and I said…
“I’m going to fuck you now, Katarina.”
Her glare trailed to my mouth and as she leaned forward to go for it, I trickled my touch up to her beautiful breasts, cupping them, letting my thumbs circle the slightly raised areolas. She squeezed her eyes shut and when she opened them again, the stars that had been there were replaced with blue suns that blazed at me, these exploding fireballs full of unfettered passion and undeniable want.
Satisfied, I searched her stare for her answer. She didn’t say a thing. She simply nodded.
It was all the answer I needed. I crouched, wrapping my fingers around the back of her knees and pulling upwards. Shocked, she gasped as I picked her up, keeping her legs apart, prying them to a spread-eagle position around my waist until she finally closed her calves, the circle of her thighs enclosing me.
I could still feel her wetness through the silk of her soaked underwear, and where they tickled at my midsection, the muscles flexed instinctively, making me clench my teeth until they almost hurt. With Kat’s fingers gripping my shoulders and her lower half gripping my waist, I carried her silently all the way into her bedroom where I laid her on the black satin spread over her bed.
She sucked in breaths slowly as I peeled the tiny bits of lace and cotton down her legs and feet, throwing them across the room as I reached to grab her wrists. Pinning them above her head with one palm, I trailed one finger from her chin to her neck, between her breasts and past her tiny belly button. She moaned when I didn’t stop, and began to pant as I played between her thighs, tickling the swollen lips below her waist with a frequency that I had no intentions of stopping. She squirmed underneath my touch and the more she moved, the tighter I held her, wanting her to take the pleasure, just as much as I was taking the pain—the unbearable, exquisite pain of holding out on being inside of her.
“Be a good girl, Kat,” I rumbled low. “Take the tort
ure…”
She writhed again and I clamped down. Harder.
“Do you know what torture it’s been?” I looked at her, marveling. “Staying away from you? Leaving the first time? It’s been Hell… and you? You feel like fucking heaven.”
She panted and I applied more pressure, sinking my fingers inside of her. She arched her back off the bed and I kissed her midsection, raining open-mouthed kisses along her skin until she sank back to the bed’s surface again. I growled.
“I’m never leaving again, Kat. Never. Not unless you ask me to. And God help me, if you ask me to…”
With one smooth movement, I took my hands away, shrugging out of my shirt. Kat opened her eyes wide enough just to watch, and I stripped as she stared, her heavily hooded blue eyes blazing into mine as I removed my belt, my shoes, my pants. I stood before her in nothing but my black boxer briefs at last, my cock pitching at the crotch, and finally Kat moved forward, coming to a sitting position at the foot of the bed. She looked up into my eyes, begging, and when I nodded, she gripped the edge of my underwear pulling downwards.
My cock stood proud and strong before her and before long, her stare wasn’t the only thing on it; her mouth was as well… as she licked the very tip of me, rolling the moisture there over her tongue before taking more of me in, her tongue sliding smoothly over the length of my shaft as she sucked harder than anything I’d ever felt.
My fingertips entangled in her thick brown mane, and pressed, pushing my cock deeper into the center of the circle of Kat’s lips. I hit the back of her throat and she hummed around the head of my erection. I bit my lips until they almost bled.
“Shit, kitten…” I cursed out loud. “You are fucking amazing, Kat. It doesn’t get better.” I withdrew, pulling out, and she looked up at me, seeming forlorn, her bright pink lips pouty and blushed from gripping me between her teeth, I grabbed her chin. “Nothing is fucking better than fucking you, Kat.”
I gave her a push back on the bed, and as she fell, I covered her body with my own, laying my length on top of hers, touching her everywhere. My hardness settled at the apex of her thighs and when Kat wiggled with want, I fixed her with cold, hard eyes.
Her blue ones were pools of deprivation and desire, depths I desperately wanted to quench. I wanted to fuck her until those depths of need went dry. I needed to.
I teased her with the tip of my dick, plunging two inches deep before pulling back out again. She gasped.
“This is the part where we make love, kitten. This is the part we’ve been building towards. And I want to build you, Kat…” I touched her ear with my tongue. “With every inch of me.” Then I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, whispering the words. “And then I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
With that out of the way, I plunged inside of Kat, burying myself inside her body to the hilt. She cried out loud, clawing at my back. And as her amazing wetness accommodated my size, I slid my fingers down her sides and underneath to grip her ass. She lifted off the bed, giving me access, and I built a rhythm then, sliding in and out of Kat to the beat of her feverish body’s noises, knowing that before I gave the gorgeous woman in my arms what she wanted, I had to satisfy what she needed…
A tender love like nothing else, the unspoken knowledge that I never would—never could, abandon her again. I gave her me.
And when her sighs slipped into muffled moans, her teeth finding their way onto my shoulder and clenching there, I stroked her faster, gliding within her slippery walls with a finesse that I had to fight to find.
Everything in me wanted to rush, but I held onto restraint, reining my raw hunger back so that I could love Kat her way, the right way—the way that showed my regret and put my broken promises back together in her hands.
But fuck, she felt so good.
I was in the seventh circle of Hell, just trying to slow down. I grit the words through my grinding teeth into her reddened ear, my voice rasping from the pure need that was nicking at every part of me. My voice was grating, rough and reckless without a fuck to give.
“You’re so tight, Kat. So wet. Your pussy was made for me… and I’m going to take my time reclaiming every fucking inch. Fucking hold me, kitten. And hold tight.”
She gripped tighter, and then I took Kat to ecstasy. Taking my two fingers, I slid them against her slick clit. I rubbed the small pink nub as I pumped inside of her and then she came ferociously, her pussy gushing, her body tightening as her orgasm took total control and twisted her from the inside out, wringing her like a rag until there was nothing left.
She collapsed against the bed, but I wouldn’t stop stroking her. Not yet, anyway.
This was a ride that I could run again all fucking night, and I was going to make Kat come until there was no come left, until I fucked all the fight out of her and she realized that her body, her soul—everything she was or had ever been, only belonged one place…
With me.
Wings of Desire
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
- Omar Khayyam
KAT
Part of me knew I shouldn’t be there.
I wouldn’t have come back… if it weren’t for what Laney said to me nights before… about being the boss of my own life. She made me realize something, and in doing so, I found the courage that I needed, the strength to finally go for it.
What Ethan and I had was no fluke. More like fate… and I couldn’t keep running from it. If it had been any other person—any other man, we wouldn’t have made it this far, but it had to be just right. It had to be him.
In the darkness of night, I could pretend it was over. All of the secrets, the lies. Even as I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror, my skin pink and sex-blushed, I knew that morning would destroy us, bring our decade-long barriers and betrayals to light—ruining everything.
Including my heart.
By dawn, I’d remember that I hated Ethan Riske/Brendon Foxx/whoever-the-fuck-he-was and that he didn’t really want me. That tonight was a luxury I was giving my body… to help my heart recover tomorrow.
But for the moment, I was living in the intoxicating now, drinking my fill.
I moved toward Ethan slowly as I exited the doorway that filtered into the bedroom, completely naked, my gait emboldened by the longing in his burning, brown eyes—a stare so animalistic in its intensity, almost hunter-like in its approach that it could make any woman, including me, happy to just be the prey.
I fucking craved it, knowing I wouldn’t have it again. I smiled at his sober face, despite the sadness in my hurting heart.
“You’re staring at me as if I’m something to eat,” I said when I finally reached him.
Leaning over from where he lay, Ethan grabbed my fingertips, dragging me towards him. And when he looked at me, it was easy to forget. “That’s because you are.”
His tug was no longer a tug, but a lift and in seconds, I was sitting astride his barely-covered hips, his waist—his chest. It was like a fun-house ride, sliding down his chiseled body—a slow motion merry-go-round on top of a beautiful boy.
Stuck in a sex-drugged trance, mystified by his rough finesse, I wasn’t aware of what was happening until I sat atop his shoulders, and before I could react, Ethan’s mouth was on me—in me, devouring my wetness like a starving man in front of a feast.
I sat completely on him, straddling his face. His hands clamped down on my thighs, and the pressure of his tongue made me throw my head back with a loud groan, letting him take control of everything below my quivering navel.
With a few more strokes of his mouth, I crumbled to pieces, hearing myself moaning his name, but not recognizing the voice in its high-pitched breathiness, its unabashed neediness.
“No, Ethan,” it whimpered. “Don’t. Pleaaaaa… waaaaiiitttt.”
But of course, the unstoppable CEO between my legs didn’t. He buried his tongue deep inside of me, needing no further permission, and I exploded into a million little pieces, crying out in a disembodied
squeal that tapered off into tiny soft whimpers, as I fell—boneless, on top of his chiseled, naked body.
And even when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, Ethan didn’t stop there. He reached for me, sliding my bottom backwards onto his muscular pelvis. His eyes were earthy and lust-filled—hot. They scorched a path along the line of me and he reached for the nightstand, breaking open the seal of a metal foil wrapper, removing the rubber which I snatched from his hands to watch his eyes go wide as I placed it over his dampened tip, pulling the sheath down on him to slide over his slippery shaft.
I marveled at the impressive length of him.
Long, thick… Perfect.
A dusting of sandy blond hair covered his hardened chest, and I traced the trail of it that teased from his navel to his cock, at the base of his “v-lines.” The proudness of his erection made me want to fist a handful of it, and when I did, I noticed Ethan watching me sightsee over his body like a tourist, his smile playful as he witnessed my eyes widen with excitement.
When I positioned my hips over his, the way his breath hitched let me know he utterly agreed. We were both done waiting. I sunk down slowly on his covered shaft, loving the flawless fit of Ethan inside me. His fullness was perfection, and he sighed with a satisfaction that almost made me come right there on top of him.
I whined, wanting to slow my ascent into ecstasy. His voice was gruff, nearly a growl, as he gave a thrust into me. And I’d never felt so freaking complete.
I shuddered as his voice rumbled across my skin.
“Don’t you fucking come, Kat. Your body—your pussy… is mine, kitten. And it doesn’t do anything without my permission. Tell me, Kat… Tell me what I already know, babe…”
I moaned, swaying as I sat on his cock. “My pussy is yours, Ethan.”
He hissed. “And…?”
“My pussy doesn’t do anything without your permission.”
He bit my neck, sucking lightly. “That’s right, kitten. Now, let me show you how to ride a cock. Let me show you how to make that pussy purr the way I like it.”
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