His fingers moved over her lace bra (which thankfully she had worn because her granny underwear might have ruined the mood), touching her. Her n.i.p.p.l.es pebbled, now visible through her bra and poking out towards him. They were so hard, they might have gouged someone's eyes.

  She shivered as his fingers moved over her at an excruciating pace. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled, bending down to kiss her. His thumb brushed over her n.i.p.p.l.es, making her m.o.a.n. Just with that little touch, she was blazing.

  She looked down and saw his heated eyes staring at her. His tongue darted out and he licked along the lace. He smirked as his tongue darted over her bare skin, right above the lace. She thrust her b.r.e.a.s.ts at him, pleading him to take the damned bra off. If she had her way, there would be nothing between her and that talented tongue of his.

  She sighed when he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It loosened around her and she felt the rush of air against her hardened n.i.p.p.l.es. This was the state she loved to be in, braless. Add in the man and his talented tongue and fingers, there was nothing but bliss awaiting her.

  Cage's eyes were glued onto her as he pushed the straps down, first over her right shoulder, and then over her left. She wiggled out of it and giggled when he smirked and threw it over his head. It ended up flying to the other side of the room, right over her television. But she soon forgot all about flying clothes when he focused on her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

  The way Cage looked at her made her feel special… like she was the only woman on the planet who would do. Time slowed down as his fingers inched forward and he cupped her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

  'Just the right size,' he thought. He pinched her left n.i.p.p.l.e and rolled them between his fingers. He was focused on the task as it was part of his exploration and he had always been a curious child. This was a whole new world for him. Her body was undiscovered land that he needed to memorize like the back of his hand. Hell, he wanted to know it even better.

  She watched as he enjoyed himself. He was so focused that she wanted to laugh. It looked like he had found this treasure that he needed to know everything about. The fingers she had wanted on herself for so long were finally on her skin… not that he hadn't touched her in the time, but this was different. This was him touching her, knowing he would be inside her soon.

  If it was even possible, her n.i.p.p.l.es grew tighter. There was slight discomfort, but more pleasure. The slight pain of the pinch of her fingers made a jolt of electricity to run through her body and reach her p.u.s.s.y, where she wanted him the most.

  It seemed that he was not happy with the level of his ministrations when he licked his lips and captured her n.i.p.p.l.e in his mouth. If he continued, she could climax just from his lips and tongue lapping over her n.i.p.p.l.es. Katherine grabbed his head and held her head in place as he continued.

  The feeling of his wet tongue moving over the hardness of her n.i.p.p.l.es was an exquisite feeling. She was lost in sensation, writhing and sighing under him. He moved to her other b.r.e.a.s.t, his teeth tugging on her flesh. There was a sharp pain, but then the pleasure of his tongue soothing the pain. She let out a surprised squeal and bucked against him. Every single nerve in her body screamed. his hands ran over her sides and she knew he was moving below her waist. She knew what was coming. With a smooth motion of his fingers, he had flicked the button of her pants and undone the zipper.

  "Do you want me to undress you?" he asked. Was that even a question? 'Yes!' she wanted to scream. Katherine arched her h.i.p.s, trying to get him to undress him. She needed him to touch all of her. He took off her pants and smiled as he exposed her lacy panties.

  "Ah, did you match your underwear for me?" he asked. She didn't strike him as a girl who matched her underwear, but hell what did he know? His narcissistic side came out when he thought that he had done it for her.

  Katherine on the other hand nodded. She was blessed to have some s.e.xy lingerie.

  "Well, I'll have to find out how many more you have, then. I look forward to the search!" He had a wicked grin on his face that promised things to come. She laughed as he pulled off the pants which were at her knees. This time, he placed it by the bed and then went back to open her legs and kiss the inside of her knee.

  Her eyes widened, partially with anxiety and the rest with anticipation. He had painted a beautiful image when they had spoken over the internet. She imagined that he wanted to lick her p.u.s.s.y and do everything in his power to make her c.u.m again and again.

  It was simply a kiss to the inside of her knee, a place that was not supposed to be sensitive, but it felt like the spot was on fire.

  'Please, please……' She didn't know who she was pleading to, but if there was a god, she would feel his mouth on her. She was sorely disappointed when he moved up her body and frowned as he stared at her.

  She was confused for a second when his hand cupped her cheek. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. She looked at him weirdly.

  "No, not at all." Did her expression look pained? She would guess so because she was aching for him. She cringed at her own pun. "Your touch feels amazing. You should touch me more."

  "Oh? I haven't touched you enough? What are you saying, Katherine?" She squinted her eyes mischievously and placed her hand on his torso, on a mission to show him exactly how she wanted to be touched.