Page 98 of Our Secret Moments

Catherine has done a public relationship before and that didn’t end well for either of them. More for him than her, but still.

I pull away from her. “Yeah…. You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to do that, that’s completely my fault,” I mutter, scrubbing my hand across my face. When my hand drops, she locks her fingers with mine and looks up at me. She leans up on her tiptoes, her pretty lips coming dangerously close to my ear and I swear I almost combust.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t finger-fuck your girlfriend somewhere else,” she murmurs, biting on my ear. Fuck. This woman has cast a spell on me, or something, I swear.

I grip onto her hand, pick up the basket and buy all of her books so quickly that I don’t even check the price. She tries to walk beside me innocently as we trudge back up to my parents' empty house, but all I can think about are her filthy words and the very filthy things I want to do to her when we’re inside the house.

After taking off our layers at the door, she walks straight to the kitchen, not even looking at me as she opens the fridge. I watch her do so, my cock already hard and waiting for her as she insists on teasing me, edging me until I can get what I want. She spins on her heels, tilting her head as she holds up a carton of apple juice.

“Thirsty?” she asks. I eliminate the space between us, grabbing the carton from her hand and pulling her up onto the kitchen island instead. “What’s wrong? Do you not want a drink?”

“That’s not what I want, and you know it,” I mutter, tugging on the hem of her sweater. She helps me pull it over her head, throwing it to the side. “What I want is going to taste a fuck lot better than apple juice.”

“Yeah?” she teases in that breathy voice of hers as she leans both of her arms back on the island, arching her back for me.

“Yes,” I reply, my fingers playing with the button of her jeans. “Can I take these off and eat you out before I lose my fucking mind?’

She giggles before telling me I can. I waste no time ripping her jeans off her until she’s in nothing but blue panties. I took off her bra the second I could see her nipples beneath the thin material.

My eyes burn over every single inch of her body before I focus in on her needy tits, hard and waiting for me. I lean forward, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth and she moans so loud I almost lose my balance.

Her hands twist in my hair, gripping onto my curls as if her life depends on it and I let her. I savour every part of her, loving the fresh taste of her skin in my mouth. My eyes connect with hers and I suddenly feel like an animal, needing to touch and taste every part of her.

I kiss between her breasts until I get down to her stomach before I spread her thighs apart. My cock aches with need when I see the wet spot on her panties, showing me just how badly she wants this. Wants me.

“Are you always this wet for me, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice gruff and hoarse.

“Areyoualways this slow?” she groans. Just for that comment, I press my fingers to her clit over the fabric of her panties, gaining a whiny moan in response.That’s what I thought.“Connor, please.”

“Please, what?” I tease, still edging her with my fingers against her panties, her arousal coating my fingers so much I want to taste her. “I thought you liked it slow, Catherine. If you want me to go faster, you have to use your words.”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, I curl my fingers inside her panties, pulling them off her legs, leaving her a bare, wet, mess on the island. Fuck.

She looks fucking stunning like this. Her whole body is on display to me – her legs apart, her hands on the marble, her head slightly tilted back as her hard nipples are right in my face. I want this exact sight to be forever burned behind my eyelids.

I push her further back on the counter until both of her feet lay flat on the rock. “As pretty as this sight is, I’m not going to let you come unless you ask me.”

“Please, just…” Her breath catches when I edge my middle finger at her entrance, collecting her arousal. “Just touch me. I don’t care what you do, or how you do it, just make me come.”

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” I murmur.

I do just as she asked. When my mouth connects with her needy pussy, I curse myself for not wearing less restrictive clothing. My whole body throbs when my tongue is on her clit, tasting and sucking as if it’s the only thing keeping me sane. She tastes so fucking good.

Each small whimper that leaves her mouth only drives me to go faster, pushing my tongue into her until her body shakes.

I press my palms against her slick thighs, pushing her legs further apart to give me better access to her cunt.

From what she’s shown me, penetration doesn’t do much for her so I stick to paying as close attention as I can to her clit. I roll it through my mouth, my teeth lightly grazing her flesh and her thighs clamped around my face.

“Keep your legs open, pretty girl,” I demand, opening her legs once again. As soon as I get back to work, her legs close again and I groan. “It’ll feel better I promise.”

“I know,” she pants. “It just– You just feel so… Good.”

“Do you like this, hm? Do you like being tongue-fucked over the kitchen counter like the good girl that you are?” I murmur into her skin.

“Yes,” she cries, her head flying backwards.

“So fucking needy, aren’t you, baby?” I tease her again, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth. Her thighs shake. Small sharp breaths leave her lips and my head spins.

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