He nipped at the edge of the band, his lips spread into a wide smile. He tugged on them but it wasn't easy for the panty to come down with such little force.

  Feeling impatient, Katherine reached down and pushed the sides a little down, aiding him in his quest to take the panties off. He took a little time to get to panties to her ankles before he moved them out of the way. He kissed a trail up her leg to her core, lavishing the sight of her panting at his beck and call.

  "Sweet and slow," he teased before his mouth clasped over her sex, his tongue already at the opening, coaxing it to open. He used his fingers to spread open her lips and drew in intensely. She gripped onto the counter for dear life, knowing that she would collapse, her knees giving away, if she let go. This kind of pleasure was known to her and she knew exactly what it would do.

  He could see her hand coming out unconsciously to touch her clit and he stopped her midway, grabbing her wrist with his wet fingers, his eyes blazing.

  "I didn't say you could touch yourself."

  "Please," she begged, her puppy-dog eyes in full effect.

  "You're being decidedly naughty." There was no anger, just disappointment in his voice. It seemed like an arrow passed by her heart when he said it like that. "You need another spanking for disobeying me," he said with a wicked smile.

  His palms were warm as they massaged her globes, giving her time before he stung.

  "Are you ready, love?" he said gently, completely coming out of character, ensuring that she was okay with where the scene was headed.

  Smack.

  "Count for me," he ordered. Her voice quivered as she squeaked out a 'one.' He moved his palms around, inching closer to her core, arousing her with those stinging blows. When he reached five, he left her wanting for more.

  She didn't dare to say a word as he planted kisses on her pink cheeks.

  "Do you think you are ready for some love, honey?" She squirmed and nodded eagerly at her words. "Unbutton," he said, pointing at his now wrinkled shirt.

  She slowly placed her fingers on his shirt, brushing his chest, and then slowly popping open each button to reveal his tones chest. Next, she went for his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them before gulping. She soon realized that he was wearing nothing underneath his pants.

  He looked at him in wonder as he placed his hands on hers and guided his cock out, his eyes never leaving hers. She whimpered as they kiss and grind, her sex growing wetter with each second.

  "Please… I need you," she begged, not wanting to stretch out the game any longer.

  "I didn't hear you. What is it that you need, love?"

  He stroked himself with his right hand while his other is placed on her thigh. He was trying particularly hard to keep his needs at bay and take her at a slow pace. Quite frankly, he was surprised by how controlled he had been thus far.

  "Tell me."

  "I want your cock inside me."

  "Slow?" he smirked, testing her patience.

  "Please…" He had been right when he said that it was too early to beg. She had probably realized how hard he was going to play with her.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock at her entrance and felt her pulsating already. He rubbed it up and down over and over again at a maddening pace that left her breathless. It seemed like forever has passed when he pushed the tip in slightly.

  His teasing continued as he pulls out and rubbed the head up and down all over again.

  Desperation bubbled in her.

  "Cage, I am begging you," she choked out in need.

  "I thought you'd never ask, love." He slid into her slowly, filling her inside. She clutched onto the counter to brace herself, the sound of her nails running against the surface grating at their ears. Their bodies were on fire, her ass pressed against the cold counter she was now sitting on and his body pressed deep inside her warmth. The delicious feeling left them bewildered.

  Suddenly, his arms moved down and he slipped his elbow under her knee, raising her leg. This new angle made it easier for him to go deeper into her.

  "I love you," he moaned.

  She threw her head back, lost in the sensation as her legs started to tremble and numb.

  "I'm coming," she said, gasping for air. He slowed down, letting the sensation build before leaving her midway.

  She almost shrieked in frustration.

  "No!" she gasped as she stared at him wide-eyed. He wordlessly pulled her to the edge, so that she is dangling, only balanced because he was holding the better of her weight.

  His hand seared over her skin. "You can come now," he said into her ear. His hand cupped her pussy. Her head threw back when his fingers finally entered her. Three long, lean fingers plunged into her slowly as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

  "I've never loved you more in my life."

  "Can you hear my heart beat for you?"

  His words betrayed his scissoring fingers. He stretched her as she pushed back against his touch, Then he hooked his fingers up and suddenly pressed into that sweet spot. He went in deep and she screamed. She screamed bloody murder.

  She writhed under his hand and wondered if her shrieks were enough for the neighbours to call the cops on them. Understanding that her mind was straying, he put a firm finger on her clit and ghosted over it in small circles.

  Her body shuddered as she screamed, fingers moving in and of her, throwing tidal waves of pleasure her way. As she came, she chanted his name like a prayer. He looked at her sweat-coated body in awe and realized that this dream that he was having was something that he craved for in real life. There was no other explanation.