She sucked in a quivering breath. “I was always aware of how beautiful you are too. Fortunately for me, you were an immense asshole most of the time, so I was able to resist throwing myself at you.”
“I was an asshole being driven mad by my assistant’s mere existence.”
“Elliot…I was hugely pregnant for months.”
Reaching around her, I gripped her ass and tugged her pelvis into mine. “And sexy as hell.”
She burst out laughing. “What? No…”
“Yeah. Don’t you get it, sweetheart? You’re sexy in any form.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, but her smile remained. “You are too.”
I covered her smiling lips with mine, groaning from the relief of finally getting to kiss her again and hold her in my arms. At first, all we did was kiss slowly, teasing tastes and nipping bites. She was pliant against me, so soft and warm, like melted chocolate.
I’d never had this. The attraction I felt for her was next level, but it wasn’t just that. I could have resisted something solely physical. Catherine was the light at the end of a tunnel. A fire on a cold day. Clothes fresh from the dryer. The winning shot in overtime. The first crack of fireworks on the Fourth of July. She made me nostalgic for something I’d never had. A gut-deep pull to be near her, touch her, take care of her, treasure her.
My fingers trailed over the smooth skin at her waist, pushing her top up in the back as I traveled. She wiggled closer, pressing herself firmly to my chest, and dug her fingers into my hair.
Lips parting, she allowed my entry. Our tongues slid along one another’s, still slow but deep. So deep. Her air became mine, and I gave all mine to her.
Raking her nails lightly down my nape, she dipped her hands under the collar of my T-shirt, exploring my shoulders and upper back. I had to stop kissing her so I could concentrate on the feeling of her touching me like this.
“Do you want this off?” I asked.
She nodded, shifting to tug on my shirt. “Please. I want your skin on mine.”
Pushing up on my elbow, I yanked my T-shirt off. Her palms were drawn to my chest like magnets, sliding along my width then down to my abdomen. Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip, and it was all I could do not to flip her over and rut against her. This woman…dear god, she was killing me, and we’d barely started.
I fingered the thin straps of her top. “Can I take this off?”
She was slower to nod, reluctance coloring her cheeks. “Okay.”
My brows drew together as I frowned. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
She reached up, smoothing the line between my eyebrows. “I want to. I’m just nervous. But I trust you, Elliot.”
“You should.” I gathered the material of her shirt, pulling it up carefully, giving her time to change her mind. When she didn’t, I slipped it over her head and tossed it to the side. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart.”
“I know.” Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor, leaving her in black panties and her little lacy bralette.
I lowered my head to her neck, groaning as I palmed her breast. There was a small wet spot on her bra, and feeling it almost undid me. My cock throbbed in my pants, aching to be buried in her hot cunt, and my mouth watered to get another taste of her.
She latched on to my shoulders, digging her nails into my taut muscles as I kissed along her chest and the edge of the lace. When I tugged the lace down, she gasped and arched toward me. Taking her offering, I covered her beaded nipple with my mouth, circling it with my tongue. I was greeted with her sugary milk and the flavor of her skin. Growling, I sucked on her and kneaded her other breast, warring with myself to remain gentle when she’d turned me feral.
Her breasts weren’t the only place I needed to taste her. As I moved down her torso, she tugged her panties off, and her legs fell open for me, giving me another offering. In no mood to tease either of us, I went to work, laving her slick lips and pumping a finger into her opening.
Her body shuddered, hips rising off the bed as I ate her. She was the best flavor I’d had on my tongue, and her soft thighs wrapping around my head made me feel like I was tucked away and safe. I held on to the outside of her legs, pressing them against my ears, needing her locked around me.
Dear fucking god, did I love her thighs. They were so plush and creamy. When I had the time to spare, I’d spend it sucking on them, from one end to the other and back again.
Catherine tensed under my tongue, and her channel tightened around my finger. My lips closed over her clit, giving it a pulsing suck, and that was all it took to send her over.
“Elliot,” she cried. “Oh—oh…”
Her hips rocked frantically, taking the friction from my tongue and the pressure of my finger curling against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until she was writhing and wild, clutching the sheets, clenching her thighs, rasping my name.
My cock was steely hard. Needy. Weeping for her. But I couldn’t tear myself away from my nest between her legs. She started to come down from her orgasm, but I never let her fall all the way. She responded to me immediately, short, panting breaths escaping her lips as I added another finger inside her.
“I can’t, I can’t.” She tried to deny me while thrusting her pussy against my mouth.
I was too busy to tell her she was wrong, so I proved it, bringing on another orgasm that set off dominoing quivers through her body. Her thighs, her stomach, her arms shuddering with pleasure until she sobbed from deep in her chest.
Her legs went limp, freeing me from a cage I had no interest in escaping. I climbed over her, fitting my hips between them. Her eyes were foggy, trying to focus on me.
“You’re gorgeous.”
She rewarded me with a drugged little smile, but it was shaky in the corners. “I wish you’d seen me before I was pregnant. I’m not the same.”
“I don’t doubt you’ve changed.” I outlined the curvy shape of her body with my fingertips, then sat back on my knees to look at her spread out in front of me. “But I find it hard to believe there’s ever been anything better than this.”
She had no idea. None. This woman stunned me in every way. Her full breasts were pale with blue veins I planned to follow with my tongue. A few stretch marks bracketed her round little belly button and hips, but they didn’t detract from my attraction to her. How could they? They’d been part of bringing Josephine into this world. Part of Catherine’s story. It wasn’t just her body I was after, though I’d be a lucky man if it were.
Her curves were exaggerated and lush, like a figure in a painting from a different era. I’d hang her portrait on my wall, just like this, then murder every man who laid eyes on it.
Just looking at her, bra half on, hair wild, cheeks pink, sent a shot of desire through my system so potent I almost doubled over from it.
She snagged my hand, tugging me toward her. “You’re staring.”