by Sable Hunter
Cato could see tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip and suddenly she wanted to comfort him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she lifted her legs to clasp him around the waist. “I won’t break. I’ve used toys. They just weren’t as big as you. Take me, I’ll die if you don’t.”
Her unconditional submission brought his own surrender. He dipped his head and stole a kiss, a ravenous kiss, wanting to inhale and consume all of the unexpected sunshine and sweetness she was bringing to his life. When she began to respond, to return his kiss, to pull his hair, to undulate her hips beneath his, Heath’s resolve broke. It was time to take, to claim, to own. He started slow, rocking his hips, begging entrance. She panted beneath him, her body damp and pink. “Open up, baby.” Desperate, he kept nudging her, riding her, putting just enough pressure on her mound and clit to make her melt, open herself up and allow him to take them both to the heights of ecstasy. “Are you with me?”
She wouldn’t have been able to respond if he hadn’t been covering her, his face close enough so that he could kiss her and he did, not being able to stop himself. She was so beautiful, so precious, he wanted to merge with her, lose himself in her arms.
“Yes,” she moaned. “It feels so good, Heath.” And when he felt her soften beneath him, open like a fragile flower, Heath mounted her in every sense of the word, sliding home, pushing deep, thrusting into her over and over again, pounding, staking his claim. He felt her excitement build, her fingernails dig deeper, her legs tighten around him. She bowed her head backward, exposing her throat, the slick heat of her pussy hugging the entire length of his dick. When she came, her soft cries and the way her sex fluttered around him undid Heath. He was lost, his hips pistoning, hammering and pounding. His climax bore down on him like a storm, the explosion thundering through him with ruthless force.
Cato cradled him to her, absorbing the shaking and slight jerks of his body as he came down. If he was saying anything to her, she couldn’t hear him, so she did the talking, cooing and praising him. “I never knew, I couldn’t even imagine. Thank you, Heath. Thank you.”
Heath rolled to one side, taking her with him until she was sprawled across his body. When their eyes met, she smiled and Heath felt like a damn prince who’d just been given the keys to the kingdom. “You came to me when I needed you the most,” he spoke with wonder in his voice.
Cato didn’t know what she’d expected—not this. Her fantasies of what being with a man would be like had just been obliterated and surpassed. She had envisioned hearts and flowers, good sex, but not earth-shattering sex with a man who was utterly masculine and completely untamable. Yet, she would have had it and him no other way. Cato knew she was going to have to be extremely cautious with her heart.
Falling in love with Heath McCoy would be the easiest thing she’d ever done.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cato opened her eyes. She felt so good. Rubbing her face, she tried to wake up. The bed was almost too delicious to leave. Lying on her side, she stretched and realized she wasn’t alone. This morning she was cradled in a pair of strong arms that tightened around her in two short gentle jerks, making her giggle.
Heath.
Wiggling, she tried to turn over so she could communicate with him. “Hey, good morning.”
Heath sat up, cross-legged in bed, looking sexier than any man had the right to be—wide shoulders, biceps she couldn’t even begin to reach around and a chest which she hadn’t explored near enough. He smiled at her and made the good morning sign, a salute.
“You are signing to me!” It thrilled her that he would try.
Then he made the sad sign, fingers spread wide, hands to the eyes and down with a hang-dog expression.
“Why are you sad?”
Taking his hand, he put a finger to his lips, then made a loop back to his mouth.
“You’re lonely? For who?”
He pointed at her.
“But, I’m here.”
He nodded, placing his palms together to the side of his face and closing his eyes.
“Oh, I was asleep. You should have woken me up earlier.”
Putting his fingers to his mouth, he brought them down twice, quickly.
“Oh, you are saying you’re sweet.” She laughed. “I agree.”
With a smirk, he made two fists and rubbed on top of the other.
“Wash?” He raised his eyebrows. “You want to take a shower.”
He pointed at her.
“With me?”
Then they both made the sex sign again at the same time. “Yay!” She jumped up. Was there any better way to start the day?
They raced to the shower like children, naked as the day they were born. Cato seemed to have left her inhibitions behind.
“Yesterday, I had to leave the room so I wouldn’t take your virginity in the shower,” Heath told her once he’d caught up and turned on the tap to get it the right temperature.
A wave of tenderness swept over Cato. Pressing her body to his, she gently kissed his cheek. “My first time was perfect. Thank you. I am the most fortunate of women.” She moved her hands up his arms, loving the play of muscles beneath her fingertips. “Can I touch you like I want to?”
Words stuck in Heath’s throat. No woman had ever asked permission before. He’d always be the initiator. Even Amy, as much as he adored her, had never been aggressive in bed. “Make yourself at home.”
Cato smiled seductively. “You have a beautiful body and I want to get to know it—intimately.” She hoped she was purring or at least sounded sexy, because God, she felt sexy. With mouth and hands, she began to touch Heath. Kissing and licking his chest, she rubbed against him, even taking one of his nipples in her mouth to suck. His response was to grip her hair, weaving his fingers in the strands. “You’re so sexy,” she said, noticing that his body was covered with tiny chill bumps. “Cold?”
Pulling her head back, he kissed her hard. “No, I’m not cold. I’m turned-on.”
“Yea, I gathered.”
Cato groaned and leaned her head against him. “You don’t know how good that feels.” She allowed her hand to move down to touch his cock. The thick, engorged dick was bobbing enticingly between them. “I want to make you feel good too. Can I?”
She looked up, expecting a response. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he was gazing at her with a look of reverent awe. “God, baby. That’s one thing you don’t ever have to ask a man, especially me. You can do anything you want with me. Anytime you’d do something like that for me, I’d be your slave.”
He was so abjectly sincere that she would have done anything for him at that moment. “Come on, slave, I’m ready to put into practice what I’ve learned from those skin-e-max late-night shows.”
By the time they opened the wide glass doors to enter the grotto type interior, Heath was hugely aroused and throbbing with need.
Steam rose and cloaked them in a sensual haze. Cato couldn’t believe she was here with Heath. It was like a dream. He was so much more than she’d ever hoped for, a genuinely good man, with an incredible body. Warm water rained down on them while Cato indulged her fondest fantasies, slick, soapy hands rubbing and sliding over heated, hungry skin. “I love to touch you,” she confessed as she traced the perfect ridges of abs and the lickable curve of his pecs first with her fingers and next with her tongue.
“Fuck…” Heath sighed, dazed by the unbelievable turn of events. Here he was with a generous, curvaceous goddess who acted like she was starving for him. “I don’t know what to think about you, sugar,” he murmured, even though he knew she wasn’t looking. Her mouth was otherwise occupied. This might be the biggest mistake of his life but right now, he didn’t care. His body was aching for what she seemed more than willing to give him.
“Thanks for giving us a chance.” She stood on tiptoe and covered his face with tiny kisses.
He turned his head and intercepted her lips, his hands palming her tits which thrust out at him like lush, ripe fruit. Seizing her deli
cate hand, he pulled it down to touch his throbbing erection. “I need you.”
Sinking to her knees, she took him in both hands. “I hope I do this right.” There was a pearly drop of moisture right on the tip and Cato bent over to kiss it off. The only indication she had of his pleasure was a tightening grip on her hair. Feeling confident, she began to caress him with bold strokes which made his hips buck toward her.
Lifting her eyes, she sought his gaze, needing to know he wanted this as much as she did. The look on his face said it all—he was at her mercy and she was feeling very benevolent.
Heath’s blood thundered through his veins as he felt her warm breath against his dick, a teasing caress which made him strain toward her, begging for more. She had no idea how much he wanted her. Honestly she’d been all he’d thought about since their eyes had met at Isaac’s wedding. And now here they were, and the moment she put her lips on him, Heath knew this was different. She might not be experienced, but she wanted him. Him. This was no put on, this was no show. And when she drew him into her mouth, he groaned. God, the girl was gonna kill him. Slowly, luxuriously, Cato bathed him with her tongue, darting and swirling, around and around. He felt his balls tighten as she sucked. Her mouth was deliciously tender, a soft wet haven that he never wanted to leave.
Whatever hesitancy she had felt, it was gone. Heath believed Cato was enjoying this. Clasping his hips, she drew him toward her, taking him deeper down her throat. The other hand found his balls and she rubbed them, rolling them between her fingers. “Good?” she asked as she stopped for air.
“Perfect,” was all he could say. He’d make a speech later.
She rewarded him with a smile, then went back to licking his cock, up and down from top to bottom, over the head and around until he was pulsing with need. When he could stand it no more, Heath took control. Tilting her chin, he had her to look up. “Suck me, baby.” She nodded her head and let her lips glide over the head, using her hand to stroke him as she suckled, lapping at the underside with her tongue.
“Yea, that’s it.” This wasn’t his first blowjob and it wasn’t the one given with the most expertise—it was different. Looking back down, he realized what he was enjoying with Cato was intimate and personal, a gift. Sliding his fingers in her long dark hair, he lifted it up from the sides of her face so he could watch. Was there any more beautiful sight? Heath threw back his head and just felt. Her hot little mouth loved on him, sucking and pulling, tasting and tonguing like she was consuming something she was ravenous for. Heath strained and stood on tiptoe, trying to hold on for a few more moments of ecstasy before he exploded.
“Ummm,” she hummed around his cock and his need to cum rose to desperate heights. He couldn’t contain it any longer. The hot, tight suction of her mouth swept away the remnants of his control and he was lost, thrusting, pulsing, emptying himself. Too late he realized he hadn’t given her an option, but she didn’t seem to be complaining. Cato had accepted him and everything he had to give. Now, she had released him from her lips and was nuzzling his thigh, leaving trails of kisses.
Going to his knees with her, he pulled Cato into his arms.
“Did I do okay?” she asked. “Did you like it?”
“There’s nothing about you I don’t like,” he whispered for his ears only, then he kissed her. “Thank you. You are amazing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, the water still cascading over them both. Grasping her around the waist, he stood up and pushed open the door, stepping out of the shower. “Let’s get you dried off.” Taking a beige fluffy towel, he dried her, patting every luscious inch of her bare body.
Cato was shivering. Giving Heath head had aroused her and there was no way he could miss it. Her nipples were swollen and she was sure the droplets running down her thighs weren’t just water. “We’ll have to wait for another time to have sexual intercourse. Won’t we?”
Heath chuckled in amusement. “I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.” Even as he laughed, he studied her beauty. What was it about her? She was a little thing, barely coming to his shoulder with a stunning wealth of curly long hair which hung to her round, slappable ass.
Cato bit her lower lip and wiggled, unable to be still. She crossed her arms over her breasts and blushed. Before, she’d felt self-confident and sexy, now she just felt naked in front of someone who was all-male and bigger than life. “I’m sorry. I’ve been told I need a filter and a muffler.”
Knowing there was an underlying hurt in her words, Heath wasted no time making his meaning clear. “I wasn’t complaining, shortcake.” He pried her arm from covering her tits. “Don’t hide from me.” He slid a hand under her hair and clasped her nape. “I’ve watched you nibble on that mouth long enough, it’s my turn.” Bending, he took her lower lip between his teeth and sucked, biting it gently, then licking any sting away. When she groaned, he welcomed it, sharing the very air they breathed. “Now, what was that you wanted from me? Sexual intercourse, I believe? Copulation?”
“Yes, coitus, carnal relations.” She dragged out the words, teasing. He gave her such confidence. Cato had never felt so free. “Will you be up for it?”
“Judge for yourself, sweetheart.” He looked down and she followed his gaze to see that he was hot, hard and ready, hugely aroused. Cato felt her sex contract with need, as if lamenting the fact it wasn’t filled.
Splaying her hands across his broad chest, Cato placed tiny kisses across its wide expanse. All the while, she was pushing him gently backward. When he began to move, she reached down between them and grasped his shaft, pumping it, long strokes from base to tip.
“Careful…”
“Why?” He was long and hot, smooth as velvet but hard as steel. “I love to touch you.” She wrinkled her nose. “It makes me horny.”
“Ha!” He held her wrist, not moving her hand, but keeping her from pumping him till he exploded. “You excite me beyond what I can bear. I’ll lose control and take you harder than I should.” His other hand caressed her cheek. “You’re probably sore.”
“What if I want you wild and uncontrollable?” Looking over his shoulder, she could see into his closet. There were a number of silk ties hanging on a rack. Heath didn’t seem like the type to wear then, so he probably wouldn’t mind if she used them for something else.
When she slid her other soft hand down to cup his balls, he growled. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?”
She smirked at him. “No, I want you very much alive. At least for the next four weeks.” She pointed, giving him directions. “Lie down and spread eagle.” Walking to his closet, she selected four ties.
Somehow hearing the time limit coming from her lips didn’t sit well with him. He chose to ignore it and spar with her instead. It was much more fun. “Bondage, mistress?”
She smiled seductively. “There’s more than one way to rope a McCoy.”
“Ha! Very funny!” he grumbled, but followed her directions anyway. Heath situated himself in the middle of the bed while she tied his hands to the headboard, fairly securely for a girl. Next she moved to his feet, turning her back to him and leaning over, giving him a mouth-watering view of her round, tender bottom. Heath could have broken loose if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He couldn’t wait to see what Cato would do next.
“You okay?” she asked, checking to make sure his bonds weren’t too tight. “I’ve never done this before, obviously.”
“Couldn’t prove it by me.” He watched her hungrily as she crawled toward him, those luscious tits dangling down like ripe melons. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars if you’ll hang those babies in my face and let me suck.”
“Don’t want your money, I want you.”
Heath wanted to take her words and analyze them, consider what they meant in the grand scheme of things. They were important, he knew that much. But when she did as he asked, putting a hand on either side of his face and offering him her tits, Heath was distracted. Opening his mouth, he surged up, latching
on the tender tip of one breast, taking the whole areola in his mouth.
She moaned, “God, Heath,” wanting more. Cupping her own breasts, she pushed them together so he could go from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking.
Taking a breath, he asked, “How does it feel?” He needed her assurance. He craved her approval.
“I love it! I love it!” she cried, unabashedly.
“Come higher,” he bid, licking his lips, his eyes blazing with frenzied lust.
It took her a moment to understand his request, but when she did, Cato shivered. Swinging her thigh over his neck, she settled herself over his face, holding on to the wooden head of the bed.
“Now, Cato, please,” he begged. Without hands, he had to depend on her to come to him, but she was gracious, benevolent, lowering her sex down to his starving mouth. Burying his face in her delicious pussy, he lapped and licked, eating her out. Heath ravished her with lips and tongue, spearing deep up into her channel, tongue-fucking her until she was chanting his name. She rode him, her hips undulating as she raised and lowered herself, flexing and arching, until he broke free with one mighty jerk and held her down while he took her clit between his lips and sucked.
Cato screamed as she shattered, jerking in his arms while he anchored her down, forcing her to accept the ecstasy only he could give her.
Only him.
No one else.
He couldn’t fathom it.
Needing to be inside of her, Heath rolled over, placing her beneath him, so that his hips were cradled between her thighs. She spread her legs farther, softening, making him welcome and he felt his control slip farther. “How does it keep getting better?” he whispered against her face, knowing she would have no idea of what he said. And right now, he was glad. Because Heath didn’t want her to know what effect she was having on him. The only way he could hold it together was to kiss her, keep her occupied until he could get a grip on this overwhelming flood of emotions that was making him feel things he never intended to feel again. If she saw his eyes, she would want the words and he couldn’t give her that, so he closed his eyes, took her mouth and tried to tell her with his kiss what he wouldn’t tell her with his words.
