Desirable Lies

Fool For You

R rated content.

~John~

Holy fuck.

What I just heard changes everything.

I'd assumed all along that Katy didn't want me touching her. But after tonight when I'd stopped her and removed her hands from my lap, she'd come upstairs and was now pleading for me to fuck her. Pushing her away had been the hardest damn moment of my life. I didn't want her touching me out of some strange sense of obligation, or because she thought she owed me. But her words tell me instantly she hadn't been doing anything out of obligation. Katy wanted me.

I can't think, can't see straight. All I can do is stare at her while my blood pumps out of control in my veins. She's enchanting and different, something I could observe for hours on end.

Before I can even process what I'm doing, my pants and boxers are around my ankles and I'm kicking them off. Stepping under the warm water, I offer her a hand and Katy accepts, rising to her feet to stand before me completely naked and wet. Damn.

The slick of her warm skin against mine is the best feeling in the world. We've been building toward this for too damn long. Living in the same home, sharing a bed, dining together, all the while avoiding the sexual tension building between us. I'd thought it was one sided, but seeing the evidence of her arousal is too much. I'm hard as a fucking rock. I want to bury myself deep inside her sweet body and never let her go. Those are dangerous thoughts.

"You wanted me," I say, looking in her eyes.

She blinks up at me, her blue eyes softening.

"Say it," I command.

"I... I want you..." she breathes.

My mouth crashes against hers, our tongues tangling wildly. Damn, I'd forgotten how soft and lush her lips were. She tastes of wine and I devour every bit of her I can, my hands slipping down her curves to grip her ass and pull her closer. Katy tilts her hips, pressing her groin closer to mine. Fuck.

She wants this as badly as I do, which doesn't make our situation any easier or less confusing. It's a mind fuck. A battle I know I'm going to lose. I am a man pushed to my breaking point. I can't walk away. I won't leave Katy to deal with the aftermath of my rejection. And that's what it had been. I'd been denying my want of her for weeks. I'd held myself back from taking something that wasn't mine. But tonight, when she'd reached for my belt, I realize now that had been her decision.

The spray of warm water hits my back, bringing me back into the moment. My blood is rushing in my ears and my heart is pounding. I want nothing more than to feel the heat of her soft curves molding to my chest and I pull her tighter against me.

The whisper of her hot breath rushing against my neck is more intimate than expected. Her body is pressed tightly to mine. She's giving herself to me. That knowledge is a potent thing, but I won't abuse my power. I pull a deep breath into my lungs and vow to go slow, to take my time. If she's letting me touch her, I will make damn sure this is good for her.

The press of her heavy breasts against my chest is too much to resist, I bring my hands up and cup her tits, unable to wait any longer. They're firm and soft at the same time and when my thumbs graze her nipples her breath shudders against my neck. I rub them back and forth, slowly, letting her get used to me touching her.

"I want to watch you touch yourself," I breathe against her neck.

Her eyes perk up to mine and she chews on her lower lip. She doesn't respond, but I take her right hand in mine, and place it between her legs. A heavy sigh falls from her lips as I press her fingers into her clit. She whimpers and I press our joined fingers harder against her. "Touch yourself for me," I whisper.