Page 64 of Fraud
“That, I will gladly take credit for,” I said as the pad of my thumb drew circles around her nipple. Her eyelids shut as her body writhed beneath me, unused to the neediness it now felt.
Oh, if she only knew what I had planned for her next.
With my free hand, I reached behind her, taking advantage of her bowed back, and undid the clasp of her bra. I was so full of anticipation, it took all my control to go slow.
But, when I did, oh, the beauty it revealed.
I’d always been a big fan of breasts. What man wasn’t?
But, tonight, staring down at Kate, I became their most devoted follower. Round and soft and just enough to fit exquisitely in the palm of my hand. I felt it was my duty to properly worship Kate’s breasts.
Ardently and with reverence.
After all, I was their new number one fan.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my hand roaming the deep valley between her cleavage. Bending down, I paid homage to each one with a flick of my tongue and then a more detailed review as my mouth closed over one nipple at a time.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, a mixture between a moan and a yelp.
I grinned against her smooth skin, letting my teeth run along the tender flesh right before I sucked. Hard.
“Oh!” she cried out.
I’d never heard anything sexier than the sound of Katelyn O’Malley moaning beneath me.
It was time.
Time to show her everything she’d been missing out on.
Time to take what was mine.
Slightly pulling back so that I could see her reaction, I let my hand trail across her body. My fingers inched along over her taut belly, dragging what remained of her dress with me. I traced a line between her gorgeous hip bones until I reached the edge of her panties.
Pink. Just like the bra.
As I pulled the dress away, down the long line of her legs until it hit the floor, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her hands shaking.
When I glanced back, she made a fist, balling her quivering hand and stuffing it underneath her.
She was nervous.
Grabbing a blanket I’d had the front desk deliver on an especially cold night last week, I leaned down next to her, covering us both.
Her curious eyes found mine, searching for answers.
But it was me who needed answers this time.
Drawing her warm body close to mine, I leaned her head onto my chest, taking a minute to calm my aching body.
“What happened to you, Kate?” I asked. “Why have you waited all this time? And why me?”
Her gaze turned upward, those bright green eyes looking deep into my own.
Finally, she spoke, “His name was Jacob. We met during freshman year of college. He was my first boyfriend. I wasn’t much into boys in high school. But Jacob? He was different. I loved him more than I’d ever thought possible. But we were still so young and I knew I had a lot of growing up to do still.
“The idea of sex at eighteen felt overwhelming. He said he understood, and I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world, especially when he was so supportive of me going away to study in Spain.
“But then my parents died, and everything went to hell. At first, he played the role of the loving boyfriend, but I think it became just too much for him. I don’t know. Maybe in his mind, I was supposed to be away for a year, and instead, I was crying all over his shoulder. So, rather than helping me with my grief, he cheated on me.”
