I lifted my hips as he tugged them off and dropped them on the floor. I was naked, and his gaze seemed to feast on me, to drink me in. “You’re so lovely,” he said. “You have the most beautiful skin, Catherine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. And I can’t stop wanting you. I can never get enough.” His hands moved to the buttons on his shirt, unfastening them slowly, never taking his eyes from my body, my face. When he reached for the button to his trousers, I couldn’t stop my legs from spreading slightly. He drew in a slow breath as he slid his pants off, baring his black boxer briefs and the tent his erection made within them.
I parted my legs farther and when he tugged off his last piece of clothing and revealed his rigid beautiful cock, I pressed my fingers against my swollen sex. “No.” He shook his head, then leaned in to grasp my hand and move it away. “I want you soft and ripe and ready for me.”
I was so hot for him. I was clenching the sheets and writhing with anticipation. “William, please. I want you so—”
He straddled me, this time keeping his legs on either side of mine. His hands imprisoned my wrists lightly and he kissed me, trailing his lips down my body, tasting every inch of me. Finally, he released my hands and gently pushed my legs apart. “I know, beautiful girl, but let me take care of you.” I felt his fingers brush up my thigh to my sex. He parted my swollen folds and gently trailed a finger around my entrance and then slowly slid just one thick finger inside. “You’re so wet already,” he said as he slowly moved his finger in and out. I could feel the pressure building, the heat coalescing in my core as he looked at me and added another finger. He slid down my body and positioned himself between my legs.
“Oh God,” I groaned. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. His fingers felt so good inside me as I rocked my hips in rhythm with his hand. When he slightly curved his fingers up, hitting that sensitive spot on top, I jerked and involuntarily clamped down on him, the pressure I felt inside instantly increasing. My toes began to curl. “William, William,” I muttered as I reached my hand down and ran my fingers through his thick, dark curls.
“Not yet,” he whispered as his fingers kept up their gentle-yet-firm assault. Then his head dipped and his mouth was on me, swirling my clit with just the tip of his tongue. I cried out as the involuntary tremors of an orgasm started to unfurl through me, not quite releasing in full, but fluttering almost painfully in the background. “Good girl. Now your reward.” His fingers slid out of my slickness and he licked me again, his tongue hot and hard, trailing down and thrusting in and out of my entrance. His thumb moved to my clit and pushed firmly against that swollen bundle of nerves and I heard him, from far away. “Come now, Catherine. Come in my mouth.”
The orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking, my breath coming in long, surrendering moans. My head whipped back and forth and my grip on the duvet was vicelike as William’s mouth stayed firmly on my sex, each contraction and shudder of pleasure an offering to his lips.
Just when I thought the pleasure was finally bearable, he moved up my body and slid into me hard and fast. He thrust into me over and over again, filling me so completely that the pleasure was almost pain. And then like a lightning bolt, I was coming again, pulling him deeper into me with my every shudder.
He stilled inside me until the waves finally quieted, until I could focus. I looked into his face. His body fully covered mine and his forearms were flat on the bed on either side of my head, caging me as his hard cock waited inside me. Our eyes locked for a moment, then he bent and we kissed deeply, our tongues tangling and mating as he began the slow, steady rhythm of claiming me. Deeper and deeper he drove into me, my hips arching to meet his movements as I yielded to him and let him in to my very center. Our mouths stayed connected as our bodies moved in slow, exquisite harmony. My whole being flooded with an ecstasy I’d never felt before and I became lost in the sensation of us becoming one.
I could have kept kissing him for hours, could have stayed in our glorious embrace for days, but William pulled his mouth away and lifted up on his arms. He looked at me so intently that I closed my eyes and tilted my chin up, signaling I wanted his mouth back. “Catherine, look at me,” he said softly.
I opened my eyes and my gaze met his again. I smiled, and felt him twitch and pulse inside me. “I love you,” he whispered, and then he thrust again and lowered his head, groaning against my neck as he came.
***
We lay entwined together on the bed for a long time. My heart was bursting and my head spinning. Had I heard him correctly? He loved me. William Maddox Lambourne III loved me. And he had beaten me to it. He’d told me first. I was elated and could feel the choke of tears in my throat. I couldn’t speak.