Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (38 page)

Chapter Twenty-Five

My family left all at the same time, leaving Katarina and me to clean up dessert. She was being very quiet and I hated not knowing what she was thinking. I followed her to the couch and sat next to her, not feeling satisfied with our closeness. I picked her up and moved her to straddle me. She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed, definitely thinking about something. She kissed my neck, and I never wanted this moment to stop. I whispered a thank you and savored this moment in time, committing every smell and every feeling to memory.

“You are so special to me,” I told her, wanting desperately for her to stop thinking.

“Thank you,” she whispered. The sound of my phone going off behind us interrupted my thinking. I knew who it was. Jenny wanted me to come back to her family’s ranch tonight to check on the horse. She was so persistent. I couldn’t leave Katarina again, knowing how upset she was this morning.

“I had a dream…kind of a bad dream…while I was sleeping with you earlier.” I started to talk, but was uncertain how to continue. She was patient, never rushing me. “You were young, twelve years old, and you were riding a bike. You said some words to me and I watched you ride away.” The picture was still vivid in my head. I inhaled a calming breath. “You never looked back, Katarina, to see if I was watching. You never looked back to remember me.” I felt my arm tense around her as I hugged her tightly.

She didn’t lift her head. It was still placed on my shoulder, and I felt the heat of her breathing on my neck. “It was just a dream, Jason. I have already told you I was a runner. Now you are dreaming about me running.” She was quiet, really quiet, and her voice was sad. “I have bad dreams too. Sometimes, you can’t help but have bad dreams.” I knew she had bad dreams. I had heard her at night.

“Do you see me in your dreams?” I wondered what her dreams were about, and if there was any way I could comfort her. She was silent for too long.

“No, Jason, you’re not in my dreams.” There was a long pause. “I don’t want to talk about any of this, please.” I held her tight. Again, I knew I was losing her to her thinking, her dark memories.

I shifted her on my lap, cradled her in my arms, and carried her up the stairs to our bedroom. I set her gently on the bed and moved to the bathroom to start the bath. When I came back, she was starting to stand. I took her hand and walked her to the bathtub. I slowly started to remove her sweater, not wanting to startle her. I was gauging her mood, and this was the most isolated and detached I had ever seen her.

“I can do that.” Her voice was sharp and I knew she was trying to be strong, independent.

“I want to; that’s all.” I finished removing her sweater and moved around her to unzip her dress. Then I moved to the front and pulled her lacy panties off. She was beautiful, the sight of her nakedness mesmerizing. I was hard for her, wanting her in a different way. I wanted comfort sex, to bridge the gap between us. I wanted her to forget her dark thoughts and only think of me. I finished undressing and settled her into the bath in front of me. Her wiggling against me caused my hard-on to twitch by her backside. I was trying hard to control it, knowing she was probably irritated and disgusted by my continuous attraction to her. I placed my hand on her hips, trying and failing to shift her away from me just a little.

“So I guess you are a sex addict after all.” Her voice was filled with humor, but I only berated myself for the lack of control I had over my parts when it came to her. “I mean, you are always ready. It’s not a bad thing, or so I have heard.” Her voice was still laced with humor. “You
see, I have a similar problem when I am around a certain man.” I let a relieved laugh slip.
Fuck, I love this girl
. Why couldn’t I just say that? I kissed her neck and licked along her shoulder. I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands, slipping them down her arms and over her belly. I wondered if my sperm was still inside her. I buried my nose in her hair, loving the smell, her smell. I lathered my hands again, and glided my slippery hands over her swollen breasts, starting at the base and gently stroking up to the very tip. I made sure those tips were very clean, working them slowly at first, then more aggressively. My mission was to go until I heard a moan of appreciation. I finally stopped when I heard four. I lathered my hands again, cleaning my body quickly and rinsing. Then I placed my soapy hands against the folds of her pussy. I slid a finger along one side of her clit and then the other, over and over. I dipped a finger inside slowly, listening to her breathing speed up. Her body moved against my hand as I pumped her gently. I brushed lightly against her clit and was rewarded by a loud moan. I removed my hand and stood up, helping her out of the tub and drying her slowly before drying myself.

“How do you feel? Are you too sore?” I wanted her to say no. I had never let her deny me before. I was trying to be sensitive to what she was going through. I was kneeling in front of her. She had the towel on her lower half.

“Sore?” she questioned me. “Like you want to chase me through a maze and have your rough way with me, or more rub your parts against my parts kind of thing?” I could see the effect I had on her from this angle, and I watched the chills take over her body when she mentioned the maze. My princess liked it rough.

She took the towel from me and dried her wet hair. I pulled her hand and walked her downstairs. I had planted some things in the coffee table and under the couch. I wanted to have her on ever surface of my new furniture. Who was I kidding? I wanted to have sex with her everywhere.

I sat on the couch and moved her to straddle me. I reached under the cushion, held up the condom, and slipped it on. I leaned forward, opened the coffee table drawer, and pulled out some nipple clamps.
They were butterflies with blue rhinestones in the wings, just like the barrettes she wore on the first night she slept in my bed.

“Hold these.” She had me so horny it took every ounce of control to slow the want down and just enjoy. I took her nipple in my mouth gently and played. I rolled my tongue around it until it was a hard pebble, and that was when I grazed it with my teeth before coming down on it with a gentle bite. I took the clamp from her hand and placed it over the tight bud. I heard her breathe in through her teeth. She was enjoying this. My stomach was covered with her juices, which dripped from her body. She was rubbing her clit gently against my stomach, my cock rubbing against her back entrance. I had to suck in more oxygen at the thought.

I repeated the play with the other nipple, taking the time I needed to have her willing to do anything for me. She continued her grinding on me, and I wanted to thrust into her ass. Her teasing was torturous. I knew she was nowhere near ready for that. Although one day, I would have it. I was very confident that my girl liked a little pain, and I knew just how to give it. She was like my own personal planet. I would make sure nothing went unexplored.

“Jeez, Katarina, it looks like butterflies are trying to pollinate you. I have to say it might be my favorite sight.” I looked down at her breasts and watched as her chest moved up and down like she was gasping for air. I touched a butterfly and heard a long moan. “The blue jewels match your eyes,” I said as I stared directly into her eyes and ran my hand over the top of the secured toy. Her body shivered and she let a loud gasp escape her lips.

“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was breathless and it reminded me of the sexual control I had over her body. I would always have this control no matter where she was, and the thought gave me power.

“I am playing with you, princess,” I answered her, amused by the obviousness. The butterflies moved with her deep breathing. The sight of her naked body with these tiny butterflies latched on was intoxicating. I continued to play, enjoying the sound of her moans and her sharp intakes of air. She was straddled over me, and I could feel the warm lips of her pussy wiggling against the head of my shaft. She could ride me like this. I could let her get off on me masturbate with me inside
her. She was ready—primed and ready—waiting for my instruction, but I just didn’t want her to get off this time. I wanted it burned into her memory that I cared for her. This, what we have, was not just sex. It was two people in love. I eyed her velvety blue eyes and her dark pink full lips and I questioned if love is what I felt, or pure obsession.

“Wrap your legs around me.” She obeyed instantly, and I laid her back on the coffee table. Her shoulders curled when she hit the table, and the beautiful butterflies jiggled.
Ah fuck
. I almost came at the sight. I moved my body so I was fully covering hers. I eased inside her snug channel and her moans increased. I was slow this time, controlling the hungry lion inside me that wanted her to submit. I rode her tenderly, every sound between us slow and enjoyed, every movement unhurried and savored.

“You are so perfect. I could play with you forever and never feel cheated. Your body responds so well to my touch, and there are so many things I want to do to you.” I grazed her butterflies with my body and she deeply inhaled and exhaled, heating my cheek. I moved faster, but I did not thrust. I felt her butterflies brush over my skin at a faster rate, her pussy clenching at the same rhythm, and I knew she was close.

“Ah, Katarina, you are a dream.” I rolled my hips slowly and whispered in her ear, “Katarina, you amaze me.” I heard her scream at the same time she grabbed my shoulders and dug her nails into me. It was like her universe was shifting and she needed to cling to me. Her whole body shivered beneath mine and I came. I should have professed my love then, but I thought it might sound pussy-whipped, literally, given the fact she was still gripped onto me inside her. I picked her up and sat back down on the couch with my cock still squeezed in her wet heat, her sweaty body straddling me, clinging to mine.

“You’re my favorite thing,” I whispered into her ear, and I felt her nuzzle closer, trying to bury herself inside me. I leaned back to carefully remove the butterflies. As I did, I bathed her nipples with my mouth, and one-by-one her muscles clenched inside her, causing my penis to stir.

“I can feel you gripping me inside. Shit, Katarina, you’re making me hard again.” I wondered how many times I could have sex with her in a row. Would she ever tire of it? Would I?

I lifted her off me and set her gently on the floor. It had been such a long day for both of us. I didn’t want her to think that what we’d just done was just about getting off. I wanted to prove to her and myself that I could feel love, make love, and not be less of a man. She stared at my hard-on, and a slow, naughty smile spread over her face.

“I have time if you want to go again.”
Damn this girl. She needed a few lessons in discipline. She had to learn when not to talk
. I was battling in my head, and her willing voice was not helping. I chuckled at my messed up reasoning and smacked her tight ass. She yelped and took off running. I followed, but couldn’t catch her. Katarina was fast, agile. I would catch her though, and when I did, I would hold on for dear life. She wouldn’t even get a chance to wiggle away. It wasn’t going to happen anymore. I followed her into the bathroom. We stared at each other while we brushed our teeth. I treaded into the bedroom and heard the faint sounds of her going pee in the toilet.
Shit, she even did that cute
.

I pulled the sheets back and looked around the clean room. She didn’t change any of the furniture or decorations, but somehow she still made this room hers. I smelled her everywhere, saw her everywhere. I was going to tell her tonight.
Everything
.

“I love you.” I smiled as I crawled into bed, practicing the first part of my screwed up speech. “I love you, and I have known you for years. I have stalked you, actually. It’s a funny story. Oh, and in a moment of complete domination, I came inside you. I am willing to marry you. No, I mean, I desperately… No, please, marry me.” Shit, I didn’t have a ring. Tomorrow, I would ask her tomorrow. I would come clean about the love, the possible baby in her stomach, the stalking thing, and then I would hand her the most beautiful ring.