I lift her dress until her sex is exposed and glide my fingers through her slick heat. Fuck. Five years without this, and I went mad and lost myself completely. Now having her here in front of me, all I want to do is devour her until we meld into one being and she begs me to stop. Two halves of a whole, the other side of my heart is what Katelyn has always been to me. Without her, I was walking in the dark. I stumbled for a long time. I fell into the circles of hell with no desire to escape. I realize now that only Kat can bring me into the light. Only Kat can save me from myself.
She shivers when I glide my thumb along her slit and moans as soon as I connect with her clit. Penetration with one slick finger, and my beautiful angel opens her legs wide for me. My pretty girl’s always wet and ready for me. The need to taste her cunt consumes me, and I suck her juices from my finger like a man quenching his thirst in the desert.
Fuck.
After one quick tug of her nipples between my teeth, her chest heaves, and she practically feeds her tits to me. I suck both nipples gently until they peak and then lick my way down to her navel and, eventually, to her perfect pussy.
Scissoring my fingers, I spread her labia wide until she’s completely open before me. I can see the slickness of her arousal, how it shines on the gorgeous pink skin, and I inhale deeply, savoring her delicate musk. I lied. Vanilla isn’t my favorite scent. It's Kat, ripe and ready to fuck.
My tongue darts out as if needing a fix of the drug I’m withdrawing from, the one I’ve gone so long without and can never get enough of. That’s the downfall of all addicts, they can resist in the absence of temptation but put the substance in front of them, and all resolve vanishes in an instant. I lap at her cunt, devouring her, letting her taste hit my bloodstream until I fall into the bliss that only she can give me.
Chapter 18
Katelyn
In the middle of the night, I awake with a start, and instinct yanks my body forward to sit up in bed. I could have sworn a silky caress on my leg pulled me from my sleep. In panic, my runaway heart rages in the cage of my chest as my eyes search the dark room. The curtains still billow and I hear the congested snore of Eddie’s intoxicated breathing beside me. I must be deep dreaming because of the pills.
I curl back into my pillow and, thanks to the medicine, drift off again. I dream of Heath’s mouth, his rugged, deliciously dangerous mouth, sucking and clinging to me like a man in desperate need. He licks and sucks, his stubble grazing the tender flesh of my inner thighs. I try to raise my hips to meet his lips, but my legs and arms are immobile, almost as if they’re bound. I rotate the little I can as his wicked tongue invades me, fucking me deep and long. My pussy clenches, demanding more, begging him for more friction, deeper, harder until I can’t take anymore. I want him to pound into me, thrust as deep as he can until I come on his cock.
I cry out in ecstasy and my nipples pucker in the cold night air that cools my hot flesh.
“Oh, my god. Fuck me, please,” I whisper, biting down on my lip.
He laughs, low and satisfied, and it sounds too real, too close, and too present. My eyes blink wide open, and I stare at the ceiling, practically swallowing my own heart when I realize my arms and legs are bound. I jerk on the restraints and scream as the shadow between my legs continues to lap at my pussy, sucking on the lips, tongue fucking my entrance, and flittering the flat tip of his glorious tongue over my swollen clit until I want to pass out from desire so forceful, it consumes me.
I whip my head to the side to see if it’s Eddie who’s come up with this crazy idea, but I see my husband’s form beside me, asleep, knocked out cold like an idiot. In the moonlight, I can make out the black bindings that tie him to our marital bed.
“Help,” I squeak breathlessly as the stranger consumes my sex like a hungry beast, and fear and desire drown together in my absolute arousal. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and everything is heightened when a life might be at stake.
“There’s no one to help you, baby. You’re in the devil's lair. Come for me, Princess. Let me see your pussy sing for your brother like a good girl,” he says before plunging his thick tongue inside me again.