"So don't make me stop," she whispers. "Keep fucking me."
"You know this can't last." I feel the obligation to warn her, but as soon as I speak the words, I think I'm trying to warn myself. She's getting under my skin, and I'm afraid she's changing me. I know she's changing me.
"If we're careful..." she says, her voice trailing off. She thinks I'm talking about the fact that we'll get caught, but I'm not. I don't tell her what I'm thinking. Instead, I kiss her soft lips.
“We'll be careful,” I tell her. I remind myself that I need to be careful. With her heart and mine.
***
I'm definitely not careful. When Rose leaves for the evening and with our parents gone, we have the house to ourselves.
From downstairs, I text Kate.
Dinner in the dining room in ten minutes.
My phone buzzes with her message.
You cooked dinner?
I punch out a response.
I didn't say that.
She sends me back a text consisting of question marks, but I don't answer. Not even ten minutes later, she's standing in the doorway of the dining room, looking at me with her eyebrow arched. "I'm surprised you didn't burn yourself, cooking in that."
I'm wearing a red and white checked apron.
And nothing else.
"There was no actual cooking involved," I say.
"You lured me down here under false pretenses?" she asks.
"There is food involved," I say, but I don't elaborate. Instead, I take out a blindfold and slip it over her head, covering her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she asks softly, but she's not complaining. That's obvious in her voice, breathy and yearning.
Slowly, I remove her clothing – slipping the straps of her sundress over her shoulders and watching it catch on her hips before it falls in a pile onto the floor. She's naked underneath the dress, her nipples hard, and when I trace my finger slowly over her skin, she shivers.
"Cold?" I ask, my mouth near her ear.
"If I say yes, does that mean you'll warm me up?" she asks.
I don't answer. Instead, I touch the tip of my tongue lightly to her nipple, watching her lips fall open as I whirl my tongue in circles over her skin.
When I stop, she lets out a tiny whimper, barely audible. I lead her to the dining room table, where I slide my hands under her thighs and deposit her bare ass right on table in front of her father's chair.
"Am I where I think I am?" she whispers.
"If you're wondering whether your ass is currently on the place where your father eats dinner, then yes, you're right where you think you are."
"Caulter," she whispers. "We can't actually do this here –"
I cut her off before she says anything else by covering her mouth with mine, kissing the question right off of her lips. "Lay down," I order, and she does it, despite her initial protest.
And there she is, her exquisite naked body spread out on the table like a banquet. And it's all for me.
I tease her mercilessly, lightly drizzling honey across her nipples and licking them until she's writhing beneath me, her thighs pressed together as she squirms.
I pour vodka down her navel and drink it from her as she moans my name softly under her breath.
I trace my fingers over every inch of her, taking my time to explore the map of her body.
Finally, I take an ice cube in my mouth, spreading her legs to display her *. Her wetness glistens, signaling her obvious readiness for me, but when I touch my mouth to her, pushing the ice cube against her entrance, she squeals. "Caulter!"
Her surprised scream turns into a low moan as I eat her wet *, the ice cube turning into water as it melts.
Water that's flavored like Kate's *.
That's the kind of water I could drink every day and never be satisfied.
I eat her until the ice cube disappears, licking every last drop from her as she grabs my hair and pulls my face tighter against her. Her legs are draped over my shoulders, and she squeezes my head between her thighs as she starts to lose control.
"Are you close, Princess?" I ask.
"Yes, shit," she gasps.
So I pull away from her, leaving her on the edge. And she squirms. She makes a frustrated groan, and she starts to pull up the blindfold to look at me, but I stop her. "The blindfold stays on, Kate," I say, removing my apron and tossing it aside.
I don't give her what she wants just yet, despite the fact that I'm so hard I think I might explode right now. Instead, I tease her with the head of my cock, pressing it against her entrance, then rubbing her clit as she tries to push her palms against the top of the table for support.
"Touch your tits, Princess," I tell her. "I want to see you play with them the way I do."
"Caulter," she says softly. But she massages them, her fingers stroking her nipples, and I know she's so close.
"You're not going to come," I tell her as I slide the head of my cock inside her wet * and then stop. Fuck, she feels good. She's wet and tight and I want to stay inside her forever.