Page 89 of The Catch

"Saint, I… I…"

"Say it. Tell me all of it."

"I… I want you to do the things you promised. I want you to show me what my body can do. For the next week… or two… ah…"

His hands turn more confident. With a thick fingertip, he circles my entrance a few times. At my breast, a thumb rubs my nipple.

"Keep going." He speaks into the shell of my ear. "Please."

"Gael. You gave me control tonight but, right now? It feels like you have as much power as I do." The last word turns into a moan halfway. "I'm losing my words. My sense. My composure."

He slides his calves under my knees, to hook my legs over his. It opens me up further, while keeping me in place.

I whine. "We've been at this for— for— a while. And we're taking our time, and we're doing things in a way I never have and I'm already so far beyond anything I've ever done—"

"Ames."

His words echo a prayer. My cheeks burn with a furious blush, but I'm not embarrassed. I'm impossibly aroused.

"Saint. You've already shown me more than I thought I'd have. My body is already feeling things I didn't know were possible. I think I can come again… And if this is how you touch everyone I will just— I may just— Ah!"

He pushes two fingers into me again, and they make an indecent wet sound.

"You hearthat?" he asks low into my ear. "You're soaked because of what we've done tonight. But if it's because of how I've touched you, I need you to know something."

He kisses my neck, gently rolls my nipple between two fingers, while three tease my entrance. I moan and roll my hips, getting his fingers just a bit deeper into me, pressing his hard cock between us at my back.

"Tell me. Gael. Please."

"Don't you know? I'm touching you like I've touched no one else."

"No one?" I ask despite myself.

"So if I've been a good boy for you—" The hand in my pussy leaves me, only to turn on the vibe— "Will you do this with me?"

"What? I…"

His hands take mine. His arms keep me in place, caging me against him. Between our fingers, the vibe.

"That night outside of your room," he whispers. "I imagined you touching yourself like this."

He presses the vibrator against my clit. I moan.

"Does this feel good, Amelia?"

"Yes. So much."

This vibe is a tight c-shape, and he pushes one of the ends into me. Just a tiny bit.

"Oh— I— Saint."

"Yeah. Do you feel that, Ames? Is that good?"

"Yes! Oh my God. More."

"Then help me push it in. Just like I imagined that night. Please. Do this with me."

With interlocking fingers, we play. We tease. We push the vibe inside, slowly, in and out. My hips roll of their own accord. My breath is quick and raspy on my throat. His hard cock is hot against my back.