They cleared the table quickly, their minds not really on the task as a warm current of desire began pulsing in their bond. Soon they were through and faced each other, smiling, savoring the moment before giving in to the powerful force that was drawing them together.
Catherine's hands rose to her neck to untie the lace of the shirt she was wearing. She let it slip down her body and stepped out of it, laying it on a cushion. Desire raced through the bond as Vincent's gaze ran on her naked body. She took his hand. "Come, my love."
She led him gently to the bed and turned to face him, burying her face in the hollow of his throat to kiss the tender skin there, and the underside of his powerful jaw. His arms came up to embrace her, but she stopped him with a gentle touch of her hands, letting him know that she wanted him to stand still. He complied, though she could feel him a little intrigued. She began a slow, sensuous travel down his wide chest, taking her time to thoroughly explore every inch, nuzzling in the silky softness of his fur to find the quivery skin underneath. On her way she sought and found his nipples, caressing each of them with a loving tongue, delighted by the sensations it evoked in Vincent, before continuing her way down to the hard, tense muscles of his stomach.
Vincent found it more and more difficult to remain still. His hands were clenched
into fists, aching with the need to hold her, and his arousal, tightly constricted
by his jeans, was becoming painful. God, did she know what she was doing to
him? Of course, she knew! He could share her own delight and growing
arousal through the bond and he concentrated on her sensations, smugly happy
that his body could evoke such feelings in his Catherine.
Yet when she sank down to kneel on the bed in front of him, nuzzling and kissing
her way down his abdomen to the waistline of his jeans, he felt a twinge of
uncertainty. She rubbed her cheek sensuously on his still-clad erection, causing
him to moan, and looked up at him with a tender smile as her deft fingers began
to work on the fastenings of his trousers.
Her intention was clear, and his uncertainty turned into deep unease at the
sight of his Catherine in such a submissive attitude at his feet. She couldn't
want to…Oh yes, she wants it! Feel how much she wants it? And you want
it too, don't you? So why don't you just relax and enjoy?
Relax and enjoy! For a second, Vincent's inner conflict surged again. Part of him accepted Catherine's attentions almost as a due, while the other still felt unworthy of such…worship. Only for a second, though, for then Catherine's hands freed his aching flesh from his jeans, making him sigh with relief. He felt her happy excitement at the sight of him, her eager anticipation of what was to come, and let go of his qualms. It was all right. Right for Catherine to want to give him pleasure. Right for him to accept, and enjoy.
Catherine was not overly surprised by Vincent's hesitation. Despite all that had happened between them, part of him was not quite sure yet that he deserved everything she longed to give him, and she firmly intended to wipe out all his remaining doubts. Gently, she lowered his jeans down his legs so he could step out of them, and kissed her way up his powerful thighs. Locking her hands on his firm, muscled buttocks, she buried her face in his groin, eliciting a moan. She took her time to thoroughly savor him with all her senses, nuzzling through the soft pubic hair to reach the tender skin, basking in the earthy, spicy scent of his most secret flesh. She rubbed her cheek in the silky fur covering his testes, feeling them quiver and tense under her touch, and kissed the base of his erect penis, loving the smooth hardness under her lips.
Vincent managed to hold still under that sweet torture. What she was doing to him…He felt a strong primal urge to roll her on her back and thrust into her, but in the same time he wanted this to never stop. He could share Catherine's joy at that intimate discovery of him, and the pleasure it gave him went well beyond the physical.
He looked down at her, gloriously naked at his feet, adoring his body with loving delight, and there was not the slightest trace of shame or embarrassment left in him. Only bliss, and a burning arousal that soon couldn't be kept in check any longer. More, he wanted more!
Catherine felt a blazing wave through the bond, as
Vincent's soft moans turned to throaty growls, and smiled up to him. The time
for teasing was over. Slowly, she kissed and licked her way up the warm column
of flesh until she reached the swollen head. Her tongue flicked out to capture
the drop of moisture already oozing, and this first taste of him left them both
craving for more. Without waiting she took him deep into her mouth, his sharp
cry echoed by a sharp surge of pleasure. One of her hands came to circle the
base of his erection, and the other caressed a
nd
kneaded his testes as her mouth began to move up and down on him. Guiding
herself on Vincent's sensations, she increased the rhythm and strength of her
strokes, so attuned to his pleasure flowing through the bond that her own wet
core was tightening in answer. So close, now…
Vincent's hand came down on her head, his fingers grasping her hair to pull her closer, make her take more of him. He flexed his hips to thrust in her mouth and she deepened her caress on his testes, feeling them gather and tense in preparation. Yes, now, my love!
She sensed rhythmic contractions begin under her hands and managed to look up at Vincent, wanting to see it happen to him. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and tightened his hold on her to thrust one last time. This time no growl or roar could be heard as he reached his climax, just her name, carried on a long, hissing sigh of ecstasy.
"CATHERINE!"
Wave after wave of overwhelming, dizzying rapture engulfed her, while his essence filled her mouth. She drank him in greedily, loving the bittersweet, musky taste of him. She went on caressing Vincent to enhance and prolong his pleasure, sharing every nuance of it until the waves subsided and she finally released her hold to look up at him tenderly.
"I love you." she said quietly.
Vincent stared down at her with still darkened eyes, trying to find his breath. He didn't know how he'd managed to stand through it all, for his legs were weak and trembling, and he collapsed on his knees in front of Catherine, pulling her in a fierce embrace.
"Oh, Catherine!" he moaned in her hair. His lips trailed down her temple and cheek to finally capture her mouth in a deep kiss, finding a new, yet not unfamiliar taste that he realized was his own. That made her even more totally his, and Vincent suddenly felt eager for her own taste in his mouth.
He gently urged her down on the bed until she lay on her back. "My turn, now!" he husked. Catherine nodded with a smile, her happy anticipation flowing through the bond, and he took his time to admire her body, enjoying her beauty and the signs of her arousal. Her chest was heaving with short, panting breaths, her hardened nipples calling for his attention, and a crimson flush had risen to her breast and throat. Her hips were contracting rhythmically, unconsciously mimicking the movements of lovemaking, and from her slightly parted legs rose a tantalizing scent.
Vincent resisted the strong urge to bury his face between those silky thighs and lose himself in her fragrance. Later. First he intended to discover and cherish his beloved's body. Every single inch of it.
Catherine was getting impatient for Vincent's touch and was a little surprised when he grasped her shoulder to turn her over on her stomach. A jolt of sharp pleasure went through her at the fleeting thought that he might take her that way, but the bond told her that wasn't what he had in mind…at least for now.
She tried to arch her head back to look at Vincent, but he gently urged her down to the pillow, and she relaxed, letting him have his way. It was his turn, and she eagerly awaited his first touch.
It came at last, unexpected and feathery soft on her right ankle, a sensation that might have been ticklish had she not been so aroused. Light as it was, it sent delicious shivers up her spine, and when she felt the warm caress of Vincent's hands on her lower calf, followed by the soft contact of his lips, she realized it was his hair she had felt first. She let her delight flow freely through the bond, silently urging him to go on, feeling his love and tenderness in return.
Vincent took his time to explore, kissing and nuzzling his way up one shapely calf, then moved to give the same attention to the other one. He had always loved Catherine's legs, even when he knew that it was wrong of him to harbor such thoughts, and though he did his best not to look at them, the tantalizing glimpses he hadn't been able to avoid had been the cause of more than one fevered dream. Now he was at last able to pay his homage, and he did it most thoroughly, discovering with delight the tender, sensitive place at the back of her knees. He lingered on each one for a few seconds, enjoying Catherine's sharp sensations, before continuing his way up.
He savored the different textures of her skin, taut over sleek muscle on the outside of her thighs, so fine and velvety soft on the inner face. More sensitive, too, quivery and responsive to his slightest touch. He progressed steadily, shifting from one thigh to the other, Catherine's scent more and more compelling as he drew closer to its hidden source.
His lips found moisture on her skin and the salty, tangy flavor invaded him, making him moan with surprised delight. This was his Catherine's most intimate essence, the taste of her pleasure, of her desire. To him it tasted sweeter than the sweetest nectar and he avidly licked her skin, craving for more.
Catherine moaned and writhed under Vincent's mouth, spreading her legs to give him better access. He felt her burning arousal through the bond and it matched his own fierce need, but he resisted that siren call. Much as he wanted to drown himself in her fragrant depths, he was not finished with his exploration, yet. Reluctant, but determined, he left her thighs to progress further up, soothing her frustrated whimper with a tender caress on her firm, softly rounded bottom.
He found a lovely dimple in the curve of her lower back and covered it with adoring kisses, while his warm hands traced the harmonious outer curve of her hips to the wonderful, fragile slimness of her waist.
He went on, kissing his way up a delicate spine, reveling in the shivers that went through Catherine's body at every touch of his mouth and hands, conveying a warm, soothing wave through their connection. Patience, Beloved!
His wide palms covered her shoulder-blades, sending a warm current of well-being throughout her body, until she gradually relaxed under the comforting contact.
Only then did his hands move to trace down her arms, while his lips sought the nape of her neck, his hot breath and light kisses eliciting new shivers. He moved up to nuzzle around her ear, then back down her neck to the curve where her shoulder began.
Catherine could sense Vincent's growing arousal, as he lingered there for a long time, licking and kissing. A low, sensual growl came from him and she felt the fleeting contact of his teeth. This part of her body seemed to draw a primal response from him, and though her conscious mind couldn't understand why, something just as deep within her knew and answered in kind.
Vincent's mouth left her abruptly, his hands gripped her shoulders, and she found herself on her back again, staring in darkened eyes.
"Vincent!" she pleaded. She wanted him so much it almost hurt.
He kissed her in answer, long, hard and deep, before leaving her mouth to trail down her throat. Catherine felt his impatience and knew she wouldn't have much longer to wait.
Vincent did stop at her breasts, and lingered there long enough to pay each of them due tribute, but delicious as they were, he couldn't take his mind off what lay just a few inches lower. That's where he wanted to be, now, and he knew Catherine wanted it just as much.
Drawn to her fragrance like a butterfly, he kissed his way down her silky abdomen, lovingly teasing her navel with his tongue before finally reaching her soft brown curls. Her scent assailed him, numbing his conscious thought, and he fought to keep control.
Lifting his head from Catherine's body, he gently coaxed her thighs open. He wanted to see her. She complied, though he could feel her urgent need for his touch, and he silently thanked her for her understanding, before looking down at her.
He stared for a long time, unable to take his eyes off the sight of his Catherine's most secret flesh.
Catherine lay open under his gaze, hopelessly aroused. She felt a warm wave of love through the bond as a wide smile appeared on Vincent's face.
"Vincent?" she enquired, intrigued by his mood.
"I know now," he said in a low, caressing voice, "why I have always loved roses so much."
Too moved to speak, she answered with a trembling smile, and he slowly bent his head to lay a reverent kiss on her dewy, rosy petals. He had meant his touch to be soft and light, but her scent was so enticing he just stayed there, breathing deeply. His tongue flicked out to meet her compelling, addictive taste, and he was lost.
Burying his face in Catherine's soft curls, Vincent feasted on her tender flesh. His tongue thoroughly explored every hidden corner, delving in her tight opening to savor the flowing proof of her arousal, seeking her hidden nub to send sharp waves of pleasure through her body.
Catherine arched against him, swept away by the rapturous sensations, so close to completion it would take very little to send her over the edge and Vincent softened his touch, not wishing it to end yet. Her moans changed into a soft keening, a tuneless song of pleasure that was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, and he wanted to hear more of it. His differences had never allowed the music lover he was to learn to play any instrument. One more impossible dream fulfilled now, he fleetingly thought, as his mouth and hands played on Catherine's body, attuned to every fine nuance of her sensations, the music he drew from her more wonderful to his ears than any concerto.
He brought her close to the brink several times with the caress of his tongue on her sensitive bud, taking her higher and higher only to calm her down again with soft, tender kisses on her swollen, yearning flesh, both proud and awed at the power he had over her, until the bond told him she wouldn't take any more.
He sought her nub with his tongue again to start a steady stroking, changing the rhythm and strength of his caress as he felt the tide build and grow inside her. Two of his fingers found her opening and slid inside in deep matching strokes.
Catherine abandoned herself completely to her pleasure, feeling wave after wave of rapture sweep through her, knowing that this time there would be no stopping them. She was too close. She concentrated on the sensations Vincent's loving mouth and hands evoked in her body, and felt herself soaring ever higher, until she went over the edge with a hoarse cry. She clung to Vincent's hair, sobbing his name as she climaxed for a seemingly endless time. He was with her all the time, his loving presence and the touch of his raspy tongue urging her on, enhancing every nuance of her pleasure, never leaving her until finally the tide slowly receded and she relaxed back, limp and spent.