Katherine stepped back, reached under her arm and released the side zip of her dress, letting the fabric slip from her body to pool at her feet. Her breasts, now uncovered, beckoned to me in the flicker of the candlelight. I’d never seen such a beautiful canvas and was instantly awash with shame at my desire. It somehow seemed inappropriate. I turned away.
The sound of the mattress springs drew my eyes to the dresser mirror. I could see her clearly, sitting on the edge of the bed. She’d stepped out of her pumps and was sliding off her stockings.
“You don’t have to…”
She stood up and came to me.
“Shh.” Katherine hooked her fingertips in the top of her knickers, then slid them down the length of her long, graceful legs.
“Just come to bed, Wes,” she whispered as she let her hair down and shook it out. I watched her unmake the bed, then crawl between the sheets. For a moment I wasn’t sure what to do.
“Undress,” she said. “Come to bed.”
I removed my clothes. Taking my time. Folding them. Hanging them up. “I don’t want your pity.”
“You don’t have it.” She lifted up the edge of the sheet and patted the side of the mattress.
I climbed in alongside of her. “What do I have?”
“Me. You have me.” Katherine reached up, slipped her hand around the back of my head and gave me a sweet and tender kiss.
The second her lips touched mine I felt like weeping. She was being completely giving, completely open. I rolled her onto her back and deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue along her bottom lip. She invited me in then, surrendering herself to me, letting me take what I needed. I leisurely explored the inside of her mouth. The kiss was exquisite, almost painfully tender.
“You must think I’m a horrible monster, to want you, to need you like I do even now.” My voice was filled with emotion, emotion that I didn’t want to be embarrassed about.
“No,” she whispered. “You’re not a monster. You’re a man.” Katherine reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock and positioned it at her entrance. “Wes, you’re a good man.”
“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this moment and it’s all wrong.”
Katherine brushed the head of my cock along her already wet slit. “I want this. I want you. I want to feel you inside of me. That can’t be wrong.”
“Christ! You’re so wet.”
Katherine tilted her hips up in an invitation I couldn’t resist. One smooth thrust was all it took. I’d never felt anything so exquisite. I was totally surrounded by her. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her legs were wrapped around my hips, and her heart, it was almost as if her heart had somehow managed to wrap itself around my very soul.
I rested my forehead against hers and, after giving her a second to adjust I began to slowly thrust in and out of her. Repeating that timeless dance of mating, of coupling, of making love, of loving. As the realization crossed my mind I lost control, spilling much too soon inside of her.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, feeling like a prat. I began to pull out of her.
“Don’t move,” she said, wrapping her legs around me even more tightly. “You just stay right where you are.”
“I can do better than that, really.”
“There’s not a doubt in my mind,” she assured me. “And you’ll have the opportunity. There will be lots of opportunities. Right now, just let me be with you.”
I closed my eyes and nodded. We held one another for a long time. How long, I wasn’t sure. Eventually I started to fall asleep. I rolled off of her then and she let me, saying nothing. I pulled her close, spooning up behind her, my hand resting comfortably in the crook of her hip.
“Stay with me,” I whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
She placed her hand on top of mine. “Promise.”
Chapter Fourteen
I couldn’t sleep. I was way too preoccupied. After Katherine drifted off, I began to replay all of the things Jennifer and Will had said to me over the past few days. I had to admit the threads of truth were coming together, forming a macabre tapestry. As I lay in the darkness I wondered if, perhaps, I could have prevented Reese’s death. But, that was absurd. It was just an accident. Wasn’t it?
The knowledge that I could have easily lost Katherine and that the possibility of danger remained was haunting me. I resisted the urge to wake her, to tell her.
To tell her what? It seemed that everything was moving so bloody fast. If I were to be honest I’d admit that I’d felt off balance since the second I’d looked into her eyes that day in the carriage on the Tube. The carriage. Suddenly my life, like it, was careening out of control.
Frustrated, I finally gave up on the idea of sleeping, eased out of bed, put on my robe and walked down to the office to check my e-mail. The room was uncomfortably cold. I turned up the thermostat and booted up my computer. The monitor came to life, then it started to flicker.
“Don’t die on me.” I tapped the side and the screen went black. “Great.”
I tried once more with the same results before padding downstairs. I picked up the basket of mail that had collected during the week, carried it to the kitchen, then made myself a pot of tea. I drank down the first cup while sorting through bills. That chore done, I retired to the living room, built a fire in the fireplace and curled up on the sofa with some journal articles that I’d put off reading for months. The hours passed quickly.
As the sun began to rise I stood up and stretched. “Figures. Now I’m starting to feel tired.”
I moved over to the piano, pulled out the bench, sat down and began to rifle through a book of sheet music. My mind again drifted, inevitably, to Katherine. It had felt so wonderful, having her beneath me. I’d come embarrassingly quickly, but it was still good, still memorable.
I could feel my cock beginning to harden. I looked down. “Yeah, you better do better next time. Remember to give the lady a good seeing to and… Oh, God, I’m talking to my dick. It’s official, I’ve become my father.”
“Morning. Couldn’t sleep?”
I looked over my shoulder. Katherine was standing in the doorway to the living room, with a throw wrapped tightly around her body. Her long blonde hair was tousled and her eyes were still heavy from sleep. She walked up to the piano and leaned on the gleaming black lacquer top.
“Had some thinking to do.”
Katherine reached out and cupped the side of my face. I closed my eyes, then turned slightly, placing a kiss in the palm of her hand.
“Thank you for last night.”
I looked up, surprised. “Seems I should be thanking you.”
She walked over to the window, the morning light softly illuminating her in an almost ethereal glow. Katherine looked like something sent from heaven. I stood and moved behind her, brushing her hair over one shoulder, revealing her ear and neck. I bent down and kissed her tenderly.
“It’s starting to snow,” she murmured.
It was true. Outside, snowflakes were drifting gently toward the ground.
Katherine gathered the blanket more tightly around her. “Now there’s something you don’t see every day. Not where I come from.”
“Doesn’t it get boring with it always being the same perfect temperature day after day? Sunshine. Sunshine. Occasional early morning clouds followed by more sunshine?”
“Well…no.”
“What would it take to convince you to stay here, in London?” I pulled back the blanket she’d wrapped around her and kissed her shoulder.
“What would it take to convince you to move to California?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, offering me better access.
“California, huh?” I nibbled on her earlobe. “Are you naked under there?”
I pulled her back against me, pressing my growing arousal into her bottom and rotating my hips. Without hesitation, she returned the pressure, making my cock harden even further.
“Possibly.”
I slid my hand back up, my fingertips grazing the outline of her breast. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrapped it around my hand and pulled back gently. Katherine’s chin arched up, exposing her neck, baring it for my pleasure. She was mine for the taking. She moaned as I began to nip at the soft, sensitive spot just behind her ear. “Drop the blanket,” I commanded, my voice already rough with desire.
“I’m standing in front of the window.”
I swept her up in my arms, walked the short distance to the center of the living room, then set her back down on the area rug in front of the fireplace.
“Drop the blanket,” I repeated slowly, looking steadily at her.
Katherine released her hold on the blanket, letting it slip to the floor.
“I want you. No, I need you.” I reached out with my right hand and ran it down her neck, past her collarbone, and over her breasts and stomach. Then I slid both hands around her and began to knead and caress her bottom. “Is the fire behind you too hot?”
“No. It’s nice. Warm.”
“Step up onto the hearth.” I guided her back a step, then up, never breaking eye contact. “That’s a good girl, love.”
I reached for her hands, placing one on either side of the mantle. “Hold on here, and here. Don’t let go.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m about to redeem myself,” I promised before lowering my mouth to one breast and latching on, suckling voraciously while I palmed the other.
Katherine’s breath hitched in surprise as I pulled on her with my mouth and tongue.
I moved from one breast to the other. “It feels so good,” she gasped.
I couldn’t help myself. I smiled, delighted by her sounds of obvious pleasure. After releasing her nipple I looked up at her.
“You know, they’re just going to get more sensitive.” I flicked my tongue over the hardened nub to illustrate the point.
“More sensitive?”
“Oh, yes. More sensitive. Rounder. Fuller. Mine.”
“I think they’re supposed to feed the baby,” said Katherine, quietly. Her mood appeared to be shifting rapidly from aroused to self-conscious.
I dropped to my knees in front of her. “Learning to share is important,” I said, somberly. “When the baby comes, I’ll share. I promise.”
“Wes!” Katherine’s face turned crimson. She let go of the mantle and covered her breasts with her hands.
“Uh-uh-uh.” I shook my head. “Hands back up where they belong.”
I remembered then how much younger than me she was, how much less experienced. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I told her. “You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.”
She swallowed, her expression uncertain.
“Open up for me.” I placed my hands on her ankles, guiding her legs farther apart. “I have to taste you.” I used my fingers to separate her folds then leaned down, my mouth watering in anticipation. “You’re so wet.”
“Wes, I…” She released her hold on the mantle and laced her fingers through my hair.
“You smell so delicious.” I slowly dragged my tongue up the length of her wet slit, lapping up the generous amount of cream.
“Oh, God,” Katherine moaned, her legs quivering. “I think you should stop.”
Stop? I’d just gotten started. I looked up, my eyes locking on hers. “If you want me to stop, I will. But I don’t want to stop.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” I pulled back slightly. Using just the tip of my tongue, I teasingly flicked her now fully engorged clit. “You like that, you want more.”
Her body was flushed and trembling in need. I dove back in, taking her swollen nubbin between my teeth, tugging on it gently. When I heard her gasp I latched my mouth onto her completely, sucking hungrily on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I could feel it as the evidence of her arousal poured out and onto my chin.
I slipped two fingers inside and began to slowly thrust them in and out of her sopping channel, stroking her slick walls. “Tell me what you want. Let me please you.”
“I just want you.”
“You have me, love.”
“I want more of you,” she admitted, the first wave of an orgasm approaching.
I grinned, and added another finger.
“Any part in particular?” I gently curled the fingers of the hand moving inside of her forward, searching for the spot that would ensure her release. At the same time I pressed down, firmly, on her lower abdomen.
“Oh, God!” Katherine’s breathing was becoming more and more ragged. She guided my head closer to her cunny. I latched back onto her clit and her upper torso arched forward. Katherine’s head was thrown back as her orgasm first broke through. She exploded, her knees buckling.
“Wes!” she cried out.
I stood up, and in one fluid movement lifted her into my arms then deposited her onto the floor. I rolled back onto my heels, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and gazed down at her.
She was glowing, her hair was tousled, her breathing winded and her skin flushed. She looked wanton as she gazed at me through lust-filled eyes. I’d never seen anything so spectacular, and it was in that moment, I knew for certain. I knew I could never be without her. I knew I’d fallen irrevocably in love with her.
I untied the sash of my robe and slipped it from my shoulders. Katherine reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. I positioned myself over her then leaned down and kissed her softly, deeply, allowing her to taste herself.
Katherine’s legs wrapped around my hips. She draped her arms around my neck and held on tight as I slid into her. We began to move together. The pace felt practiced and familiar. I thrust into her slowly, rotating my hips on each downstroke.
Katherine closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip.
“Everything all right? Feeling all right?”
“Better than all right,” she admitted, her eyes darting away.
“Look at me.” I pushed into her deeply, making her breath hitch. “This is where I belong.”
She moaned as I pulled out, angling my hips so that the top of my cock dragged across her still swollen clit.
“That a good moan?”
Katherine smiled and nodded encouragement, so I repeated the motion, picking up speed, intensifying the rhythm. I felt her orgasm approaching, her thighs quivering, her cunt clenching around my swollen cock.
“You’re so close.” I was determined to hold on and draw out her pleasure. “Come for me, baby. I want to make you come.”
I bent down and crushed my lips to hers in a possessive kiss. It was almost bruising in its intensity at first. I felt a frantic need to show her how much I desired her.
“I’m… Oh, yes!” Katherine screamed in ecstasy as she ran her hands up the length of my back and threaded her fingers through my hair.
It was the sound I had been waiting for. I let go of the last thread of control I’d been holding onto so desperately, coming long and hard, shooting my seed deep into her waiting womb.
“Wes! Wake up!” Katherine whispered, shaking my shoulder.
“Sleep more.”
“I think someone’s in the house!”
I sat up, suddenly wide-awake. I sat still for a second then leaned over, placed a chaste kiss on Katherine’s lips and laid back down, determined to go back to sleep. “It’s fine.”
“What do you mean it’s fine? Wes!”
“Nasties don’t make coffee, love. It’s Charles.”
“Charles? You don’t suppose he saw us, do you?”
“Probably.”
“He’s going to assume…”
I leaned up on my elbows and ran my foot up and down the length of her calf. “…that we had really great sex,” I finished.
“It was great, wasn’t it?”
I heard the kitchen door swing open.
“Think we can sneak upstairs?” Katherine whispered.
“This is my house. I’m not snea
king anywhere.” I looked back just in time to see Charles walk past the living room. “Morning, Charles!”
Charles paused, stepped back and looked into the room. “Ah, you’re awake. Shall I prepare breakfast, sir?”
“Absolutely. I’m starved. How about you, love? Did you work up an appetite?” I ran my finger up the side of Katherine’s arm.
“Wes!” She batted my hand away, then turned back toward the door.
“He’s gone.” I lowered Katherine to the floor and kissed her shoulder. “I want you again. Can you feel how hard you make me?”
“He’ll hear.”
I nudged her legs apart with my knee. “I promise to fuck you quietly.”
“No!” She started to scoot away.
I wrapped my arm around Katherine’s waist and held her firmly in place.
“No?”
“First of all, you are not quiet.”
“And?”
“And there’s no door. He could walk right by and see us.”
“Right.” I tossed the blanket that was covering us aside and moved to get up. “Looks like I’m going to have to fire Charles.”
“You can’t fire Charles.”
“What is this about?” I asked her, stretching back out alongside of her. Katherine glanced away and worried her bottom lip.
“Talk to me. Was it not really good for you earlier?”
“Are you kidding? It was wonderful, that’s not it.”
“Then what?”
“I guess I’m not used to being so casual about sex. I’ll be going back to California next week. And… Oh, God! Let me up!” she cried out as she scrambled from underneath me, grabbed the blanket and flew up the stairs.
I followed her, my robe in my hand, and arrived in the bathroom just seconds after she did. She was sitting on the floor in front of the toilet, the blanket discarded next to her.
I could hardly believe what she’d just said. “You’re planning on going back next week?”
Katherine nodded as she stood up, flushed the toilet and went over to the sink to splash some cold water on her face. “That’s the plan, isn’t it?”
“Well, I don’t like the bloody plan!” I shouted.
“I’ll be able to travel by then.”
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