Whisper Destiny

Chapter 65

~ Natasha ~

"You smell so good..." I whispered softly into Catherine's ear, my lips grazing her skin before I gently nipped at her earlobe. A soft whimper escaped her, sending a shiver through me.

I trailed kisses down the delicate line of her neck, savoring the heat of her skin beneath my mouth, moving with intent toward her chest. Through the thin fabric of her bra, I pressed my lips against her breast, and she writhed beneath me, her body arching as if inviting more. Encouraged by her response, I slipped my fingers beneath the clasp of her bra, undoing it with a soft click as she lifted her back off the bed.

I took a moment, letting my gaze travel over her, savoring every inch of her exposed skin like a masterpiece I couldn't tear my eyes from. God, she's beautiful. Her body seemed to glow under the soft light, each curve and delicate line drawing me in like gravity.

When my eyes found hers again, she was already watching me. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, trembling breaths, her anticipation almost palpable. The desire in her eyes was unguarded now, raw and electric. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see her pulse fluttering in her throat.

"You're staring," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but heavy with meaning.

"Can't help it," I replied, my voice rough, betraying how much I wanted her. "You're... beautiful."

Her breath hitched, and I could see the faint tremor of excitement ripple through her. The air between us buzzed, charged with an energy that made my skin tingle. Her nipples, visibly hard, seemed to beckon for my touch, and I felt the pull like a magnetic force I couldn't resist.

I leaned in, lowering my mouth to her right breast, my lips capturing her nipple in a slow, deliberate pull. She gasped, her back arching slightly toward me, offering herself without hesitation.

"God, you feel..." I muttered against her skin, trailing off as I flicked my tongue, teasing her. She breathed hard.

My hand moving to cup her left one, kneading the soft flesh, mirroring the attention of my mouth. Her body responded instantly, a small moan escaping her lips.

She struggled to keep control, her breath shaky, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

"I want to hear you," I murmured against her skin, my breath warm as I exhaled over her sensitive nipple. "Stop holding back, darling."

A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound so pure and unrestrained that it made my pulse quicken. That was the response I craved.

When I'd had enough with her breast, I began my slow descent, my mouth trailing further down her body. This was uncharted territory for me, the first time I dared to explore the other women body. I had no idea what I was doing, relying solely on instinct and the memory of what she had done to me that I love.

When I reached the waistband of her panties, I look up into her eyes, silently asking for permission. The connection between us in that moment was electrifying—an unspoken agreement passing between us.

With careful hands, I slipped her panties down, revealing the soft, golden trim of her blonde mound. My breath caught as I ran my hand over the heat of her, her arousal evident beneath my fingertips. "You're so wet already," I murmured, my voice thick with awe.

She whimpered, the sound raw and vulnerable, stirring something primal deep within me. My mind was a haze, completely clouded with lust, every thought consumed by the sight of her, the need to feel her. My fingers grazed her inner thighs, slow and deliberate, inching closer to the place I knew she craved my touch the most.

I could sense the tension coiling within her, the way her hips shifted subtly, urging me closer, silently begging. But I lingered, teasing, tracing delicate patterns on her skin, savoring the anticipation.