"Catherine..." Jeremiah's sighed in pure frustration. Her words echoed relentlessly in his mind.
"...f-fuck me," Catherine slurred again. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in. Before Jeremiah could form another protest, Catherine kissed him.
That undid him, any resolve he had left was gone the instant her warm lips met his.
He groaned into her mouth, returning the kiss with fierce hunger. His hands slid down to her thighs, hoisting her up until her legs were locked firmly around his waist.
He didn't just kiss her; he tasted her, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth as if trying to memorize the very essence of her.
Catherine leaned into him, her small, needy whimpers acting like gasoline on a fire. The kiss grew wetter, his tongue brushing hers. It stole his breath, unraveling layers of want he wasn't even aware of.
God this was a mistake, he thought in the back of his mind. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
He moved them to the bed, lowering her into the mattress. He hovered over her, propping himself with his elbow, careful not crush her with his weight.
He claimed her lips again, kissing her ferociously as his hands roamed around her body.
Catherine moaned into his mouth, the sound needy and filled with desire. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing him down to her heat.
Jeremiah groaned, her gesture reminding him of the painful bulge he had been trying to ignore.
He broke the kiss, moving his lips to the column of her neck. He nibbled and sucked on the skin, eliciting sighs of pleasure from Catherine. He peppered kisses from her neck down to the swell of her breasts.
As his fingers trailed high along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Catherine's back arched off the sheets, her moans filling the quiet room.
Jeremiah's control finally snapped when she started moving beneath him, her hips arching up as she desperately searched for his hardness.
He gave in to the urge and pressed his hips firmly against hers, grinding his bulge slowly and hard against her heat. The friction was intense, making him grunt in pleasure, Catherine trying to get as close as possible.
Catherine gasped, her head tossing back against the pillows as the pressure hit all the right spots. She let out a jagged moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him even closer to her.
Jeremiah reached down, his large hands gripping her hips to steady her, guiding her movements so he could grind into her with more precision.
He sat back on his heels for a moment, pulling her up with him until she was sitting in his lap. His hands worked quickly, tugging her top over her head and tossing it aside before reaching for the clasp of her bra.
As the lace fell away, her perfectly weighted breasts were finally revealed to him, swaying slightly with her heavy breathing.
Jeremiah stared at her, his eyes dark with hunger and disbelief at how perfect she looked.
"Fuck," he rasped, the word thick with desire.
While he was admiring her, Catherine wrapped her hand around his neck and kissed him again.
Jeremiah felt her desperation and knew just exactly what her body was searching for.
No matter how much Jeremiah wanted her in this position, he couldn't bring himself to take her while drunk. He wanted her conscious, aware...willing.
But he knew just the right thing to get her off.
He settled her back onto the plush mattress, her hips already lifting, an unspoken plea in the way her body strained towards him.
Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the rosy peaks taut and inviting. Jeremiah leaned over, taking one nipple into his mouth, while his hands flicked the other.
Catherine's back arched off the sheets instantly. A gasp escaped her as she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation sent a jolt straight to her core, making her moan as she writhed beneath him.
Jeremiah spent some time on her breast, kneading and sucking before sliding lower, following the curve of her belly, the soft dip of her navel, to the dark triangle nestled between her thighs.
He knelt between her legs, her panties a flimsy barrier against the undeniable heat radiating from her. Her fingers fumbled with the waistband, a silent invitation.
"Let me," Jeremiah's voice came out raspy. Before removing the last barrier, he began to rub her through the fabric, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against her clit.
Catherine's breath hitched, her body going taut beneath him. She whimpered as she arched her hips, instinctively chasing the heavy pressure of his hand.
"Jeremiah... oh, God," she panted, her voice a strained mess of need.
She began to writhe, her inner thighs trembling. Her fingers dug into his forearms, her nails grazing his skin as she tried to pull him closer, her body begging for him to break the rhythm and give her more.
The sounds she made only fueled his intent. The scent of her arousal filled his senses. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, making her shiver.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, her hips twitching.
In one fluid motion, Jeremiah took off her panties, tossing them to the corner of the room.
He froze at the sight of her. She was immaculate.
He tasted the delicate skin of her inner thigh first, his tongue sliding through her skin. A jolt ran through her, her muscles tightening, a soft moan escaping her lips.
He worked his way upward, teasing, his lips brushing against the outer folds, igniting a new kind of fire within her.
"Fuck...p-please," she whispered, her voice husky.
Jeremiah cursed under his breath and swung right into action. His tongue found her clit, and he gave it a soft flick.
Catherine's sharp intake of breath and the way he back arched right off the bed, told him he had hit the spot.
He circled it, slowly at first, then with more confidence, he increased his pace. The moistness there was intoxicating, the taste of her filled his mouth. He used the flat of his tongue, then the tip, switching up the pressure and rhythm.
Catherine writhed beneath him, gripping tightly onto his hair as she pulled him closer.
"Yes," she moaned, a raw sound of pleasure. "Oh, God, yes."
He plunged deeper, his tongue tracing the slick folds, sucking gently, drawing her essence into his mouth. The shlicking sound filled the room. Her legs tightened around his head, pressing him firmly against her, urging him on. He felt the rapid flutter of her pulse against his cheek, the deep contractions of her core. He worked her with a primal hunger, his tongue relentless, swirling, flicking, diving, until her hips began to buck.
"Faster," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Please, faster!"
He obeyed, increasing the tempo, his mouth devouring her. Her moans escalated into guttural cries, her body convulsing, her nails digging into his scalp. He felt the tremor start deep within her, a ripple that spread, consuming her. Her muscles clenched around his tongue, drawing out every last drop of her release.
"Oh, Matthew," she cried out, her voice splitting, a desperate, breathless shriek that tore through the climax, "Yes! Oh, Matthew!"
Her body went rigid, then slack, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her, leaving her spent.
Jeremiah pulled away from her, his face slick with her juice. He looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
Even in her drunk state. It was still Matthew. Has always been Matthew.
He got up, painfully aware of how hard he still was. After watching her peaceful sleeping face for how long he couldn't recount, he then tucked her in, his face filled with longing, before he turned around and left.