Page 24 of Wild Card

She responds eagerly, pulling on my hair, moaning against me as I kiss her softly, being mindful of her injuries. She arches her back, thrusting her breasts into my chest. Her nipples harden through the soft cotton of her tank top, and I ease a hand between us, lightly tracing my finger over one hard peak, then the other. The way her nipples pebble in response makes me rock hard, and I just circle them for a while, teasing her gently.

“That feels good.”

It’s barely a whisper, but I hear her, and continue my lazy circles, eventually moving to a slow, languid roll of each peak between my thumb and forefinger.

She whimpers and slides a crafty hand down to stroke my cock through my pants. I jerk against her touch—it feels incredible—but it’s not right.

This should be about making her feel good. I’ll make her come, gentle and slow. Help her relax. Make her forget her situation for a little while.

I ease her onto her back and slide her tank top over her full breasts.

“Beautiful,” I groan, kissing my way down one breast, circling her dusky areola with my tongue before dragging it across her taut peak. I take the same, leisurely approach with her other breast, kissing and sucking one while my fingers tease the other.

Catriona moans, and she wants to move against my thigh, find some kind of release, but I don’t let her. Not yet. I’ll let her take some power, but I’m still a man, and I want to give her the best orgasm I can. I trail my fingers down her side. She has a delicate tattoo by her ribs. Little pink and white flowers with twisted, dainty stems. I tease the soft skin under her breasts, drawing my fingers up and circling her nipples without touching them.

She arches her back, and I straddle her. Her hips are narrow, and I don’t know how a girl as willowy as she is made out so well in the curves department. I rock my hips gently against hers feeling the moist heat of her center through the fabric of our pants.

“This okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she gasps. “More.”

I kiss her mouth, down her neck, over her breasts, sucking, licking, and plucking the nipples. She tries to arch up to meet me again, but I keep her still under my far larger frame. I want to do this all for her. Make her forget all the rough treatment of her tender body.

I slowly, inch by inch, move my hand down her belly and under the waistband of her pajama pants.

Christ she’s incredible. I’m having trouble remembering that this is about her pleasure.

“Are you wet?” I murmur between tonguing her nipple.

She whimpers.

“Are you wet for me? Tell me.”

“Ah,” she moans, pulling at my shoulders. “You know how to find out.”

That mouth of hers. It’s perfect. I could find all kinds of things for that mouth to do.

But not today, not now.

My fingers rest poised at the band of her panties while I continue to lavish her breasts with attention. I imagine how they’d look bouncing as I fuck her, and it makes my cock painfully hard. I can’t linger on that thought.

This is about making her feel good.

I cup her breast with my free hand, feeling the soft weight of it, and tweak her nipples between two fingers.

“Gio! Touch me!” She commands.

Love that fire. Good to know it’s still there. I hold my thumb up to her mouth, and she sucks it in, giving me an incredible idea of what it’d feel like for her to suck my cock. I run the wet pad across her hard nipples. They’re red and swollen, like I want her pussy to be. Satisfied with my work, I finally ease my fingers into her panties, stroking her lips.

“You are wet, Beauty.” I gently tease her clit with my index finger before running it down her slit and into her warm, tight channel.

She pulses around my finger, and I add another, stretching her gently. She whimpers, and I play with her clit while I lazily drag my fingers in and out of her. She presses against my hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure. I take the moment to lick her nipples again, and she jerks against my hand with a curse.

I twist my fingers inside her and she cries out in pleasure, digging her nails into my shoulders. I keep up the agonizingly slow pace, twisting and pulling my fingers inside her as my thumb caresses her clit. I keep working her body at this excruciatingly languid pace, but I can tell by the way she responds that a slow, delicious pressure is building inside her. It takes every bit of strength I have not to just shove my fingers as deep inside her inviting channel as I can. I want to taste her pussy, too. Eat her out as fast and hard as I’m taking it slow and teasing now. Make her come over and over again. Fuck her with my cock, make her scream from pleasure instead of pain.

She’s taking small, shallow breaths. She’s close. Her little whimpers are increasing in frequency, and I just keep pushing. Just keep building the pressure. Just keep working her clit, thrusting my fingers inside her, caressing her most intimate parts. When I feel her thighs begin to shake around me, I increase the pressure and speed on her clit. She lets out a little squeak, and I suck her nipple to reward her. Her panting increases as I rub her harder and harder.

“Oh my God. Don’t stop. Oh, that feels amazing. Don’t stop, please. Keep doing that. Just like that. Oh my God. Oh God!” she closes her eyes, and I stroke her, whispering words of encouragement as her cheeks flush.

---