"Who said anything about that?"
He was already on his feet and on her by the time she turned back toward the room. He caught her lips in a kiss, his hand catching behind her head. The feeling of them together was electric and she couldn't refuse it, not even if she wanted to.
She let him push her up against the door. Rough and firm, yet gentle. His body was hard and strong, m
ore than anything that she'd felt in a long time. She wanted him, she realized. She wanted him badly, and she was going to get what she wanted. That, or she was going to go crazy trying to get it.
Glen's hands were on her hips, pulling her body against his. Catherine decided to take the initiative back, leaning her face into his neck, tasting his skin and then biting into it. Glen groaned and pressed in against her.
She could feel his hardness, pressed against her belly, and she let her hands go exploring it. Her palm pressed against his jeans, moving down and lower, and he bucked against it, unable to stop himself.
Glen brought his hands up to the front of her dress, finally starting to work the buttons. He remembered the sight of her taking the dress off herself. He had done the right thing in telling her no—but God did he want to say yes. Right now he wouldn't have been able to do it if he had to again.
He could feel his fingers fumbling, the electric shock of pleasure surging through him making his hands shake, driving him completely wild. He kept it together enough to turn one button open, then a second. Then she pulled away from him and did them herself.
Deprived of her exploring hands, he stepped back. Glen could still feel the alcohol effecting him, could still feel how much it was making his head buzz. He needed to get clear, but it was so hot in the room, and…
He noticed that Catherine had gotten her dress halfway undone, and it was starting to slip down her shoulders. His eyes widened at the thought, at the milky-colored, smooth skin that it revealed, and the implication of what was to come. His pants got tighter.
The shoulder slipped further, baring a breast. Had she not been wearing anything under that dress, or was it his imagination? This time he didn't turn away. He'd barely managed to get a glimpse before, not that he had wanted to. At the time, he'd been surprised, even a little concerned by it. Now he took his time.
He sure wouldn't have thought she had three children. Her breasts were a nice size, looked good. As good as he could imagine, topped with rose-pedal nipples. Catherine caught him looking and moved a hand to cup her breast.
"You like what you see?"
Glen closed his eyes, tried to collect himself. He was acting like a teenager. Then, slowly, he nodded. Swallowed hard and tried to get hold of himself again.
Instead he heard clothes fall to the floor, and he felt her start to work his belt. His pulse started pounding in his ears. He had to control himself. He couldn't go off doing anything too crazy. She hadn't remotely signed up for what his body was telling him to do.
His pants came undone, and they joined her dress on the floor. Catherine enjoyed the sight of his cock, pressed out against the fabric of his boxers, and she traced a line around it.
It was a good size, long and thick. She pulled it out and wrapped her fingers around it, moving up and down the length slowly. She could see from his face that Glen was needing a little encouragement from her.
He didn't know about her past, and if she was very lucky he would never need to, but now it was going to provide some very helpful benefits. She kissed the tip softly, still moving her hand, and then used her tongue to swirl around the head. Glen shuddered.
"Jesus Christ, that feels good."
Catherine let her lips open, took a little more of him inside her mouth. She was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit to herself. The feeling of control over him, seeing how badly he wanted her to continue. How much he needed her. It was one of the best feelings in the world.
She could feel him coming closer and closer to the edge as she took him in her mouth. She could let him, if she wanted to. It wouldn't be so bad at all. But then that would be the end of it, and God—she hated to admit it, but she wanted more than that.
She pulled herself away, almost hearing the disappointment in his labored breathing. He wasn't disappointed for long. When she laid on her back, spread her knees a little, and held out a hand, he realized exactly what was going on.
He lined himself up between her thighs, rubbing the head up and down her moist slit before settling in and pressing against her. She was tight, tighter than he had expected. It almost hurt to get in.
Catherine gasped at the feeling of the intrusion. She had worried, what if she was ruined after all those favors she'd paid back for Billy. What if she wasn't going to be good for another man?
The first thrust told her that wasn't much of a concern. He started to move after a moment, and she could feel him moving in her, scraping her insides with his cock, stretching her out until she was about to explode.
He had a grip on her hips, using it to pull into her harder, stronger. Every thrust seemed to hit in just the right place, so she saw stars in her eyes. Every one of them. As she felt his thrusts starting to come faster, more erratic, she knew what was going to come next.
"Catherine," he breathed, his voice strained and hoarse. "I'm gonna—"
"Yeah," she answered. "Go ahead."
She wanted him to. She was so close, she could already feel it. If he just kept going a few more seconds, gave her just another minute of pleasure, then she would be able to finish. She felt him push inside her, harder than the last time, and her vision went white as every muscle in her body started to tense.
She felt him spasming inside her, felt the hot warmth fill her up. A feeling that she hadn't wanted to admit how much she missed.