Moving Forward (Completed)

Chapter Eight

"Morning." Katherine smiled when she rolled over to find Rafael watching her sleep.

"Comfortable?" He smirked.

"Incredibly" She cuddled closer to him, pulling herself up to rest her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her. "Don't you have work?"

"I took a personal day."

"You know what that is?" She teased, stretching her leg over his, chuckling when he trapped it beneath his other leg.

"What did you have planned today?"

His arm was trapped between them, positioned right below her apex, but he waited until she answered to touch her.

"I need to stop by my classroom," her voice hitched as his finger slid just inside her along her slit, "to pick up some examples of my students work." Katherine barely finished the sentence due to that finger ever so lightly grazing her clit before starting its path up her slit again.

"Anything else?"

"Probably..." She more exhaled than spoke, her brain not being able to remember anything else as his finger traced the path again and again, probing a little deeper each time.

"Katherine." He said her name softly, his free hand coming to rest on the back of her head.

"Yes." She panted, looking up at him.

"I just wanted to see your face." Rafael smiled.

Katherine returned the smile and continued to look at him, moving her own hand to stroke him as he switched from one finger to two. Still continuing the same path, inserting them before skimming up her slit and lightly circling her bud, then again, but this time circling her twice. Just when she thought she had his pattern down, he'd lightly slide his finger over the most sensitive point, and then start over again.

"Jesus..." She panted, tilting her face toward his chest again, her own chest rapidly rising and falling against him. He was barely touching her, but it seemed to be stimulating every nerve ending in her body.

Rafael lifted her chin so she'd look at him again, focusing his light touches on her clit more and more with each pass.

"Fuck." Katherine groaned. Her eyes no longer focused on his as her toes curled and body began to buck away from him. Rafael continued his light torment, his leg still pinning hers in place, smiling when she let him go, using that hand instead to grip his shoulder and buried her face in his chest again.

"Ok. Ok..." She panted when she didn't think she could bare the touch any longer.

Slowly he slid his arm out from under her and wrapped it around her waist, holding her as she caught her breath.

"You should take personal days more often." Katherine said, moving to straddle him once her breathing became less labored.

"I should?" He smirked.

"Yes, you should." She smiled, lowering herself onto him.

"I might never go to work again if this is how all my mornings could go." Rafael hummed, his hands gripping her ass as she rode him.

Katherine smiled and continued to move on him. Her hands pressed against his chest, her eyes not on the view from his bedroom, but scanning his chest, his lips, his eyes. He thrust to meet her grinding deeper with each downward motion she made. Both pulling apart and pushing together, the intensity building inside her, begging to be released.

"Ir adelante cariño. (Go ahead, honey.)" Rafael hummed as he watched her head tilt back and felt her muscles tighten.

It hadn't been in English and Katherine had no idea what he had said aside from the term of endearment she had picked up over the years, but the soft hum of his voice had been enough to send of over the edge.