Kathryn
The movie had barely begun to play when his hand started to stroke her side.
Her body responded almost instantly. Lying on her right, she shuffled slightly so that her right arm was no longer under her, but now blocking her chest from his view. The shirt she was wearing was rather thin, and the back and forth motion of his hand was causing the tips of her breasts to poke through the material. Kathryn didn’t want him to realize he was turning her on so easily.
Not yet at least.
His fingers dug deeper into the muscles at the side of her spine. Closing her eyes and making pleased noises, she rolled facedown, letting Callan reach over her with both hands and begin to massage her. It felt so good she didn’t stop him when he lifted her shirt slightly to gain access to bare skin.
It wasn’t just her back that relaxed as he kneaded the soft skin there, it was her entire body. Stress and tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying melted away under his strong, tender care. A heady sensation filled her brain, a dazed, beatific smile plastered on her face.
“That feels wonderful,” she purred, the movie already completely forgotten.
Callan smiled, his pupils big and hungry as they looked her up and down. “Why don’t you come sit in front of me, and I can work on your shoulders.”
“Okay.” There was no fight in her; it just felt too wonderful to say no. Her body would have hated her.
She plopped down on the ground in front of him, her legs stretched out in front of her. Cross-legged was still painful after a short while, but with the couch to lean against, she could sit like this for as long as Callan wanted.
Thick thumbs rolled up her spine and across her neck without warning. Kathryn’s head drooped down almost immediately in response. Then he moved over to her shoulders, trying to massage them as well, but he kept slipping over her shirt. Even without looking at him she could sense his hesitation before he slipped his fingers through the collar of her shirt to try and continue, but his giant mitts were just too big, stretching the fabric tight around her neck.
He went back to trying to work over the top of it, but it just wasn’t the same.
“Here,” she said, slipping the top up and over her head, keeping it on her arms and exposing her back to him, but keeping her chest mostly covered.
For how much longer, she wasn’t sure. Things were progressing faster than she’d expected, though it still felt comfortable and easy with him. There was no pressure from Callan, just like there hadn’t been for anything along every step of the way in their…relationship? Whatever it was. They were in that gray area, where it was obvious they were interested in each other, but no one was sure where it was leading yet.
Either way, he wasn’t forcing her to do anything, yet he was also making it explicitly clear with the way his hands touched her that he wanted more. He wanted her.
The truth of it was, she wanted him as well. It was the first time since her accident she’d truly felt aroused. Not horny—that happened on its own—but fully aroused and interested in a man, in a sexual way. Until that night, Kathryn had just needed to get off. Now she wanted Callan, in the worst of ways.
He struck a particularly tight spot and she winced before sagging forward even more as he gently worked out the kinks, her shirt sliding down her forearms. Behind her Callan slipped his fingers under the straps of her bra, lifting them free of her skin as he massaged where they had lain, much to her delight, the tender skin very receptive to his touch.
Katy didn’t protest then, nor when he slid them off her shoulders, the better to keep working away, fingers digging deep into her skin. She didn’t resist when he pulled her back into him, or when his fingers started to rub the sore muscles in and around her collarbone either.
By this point her shirt had fallen to her wrists and the full swells of her breasts must have been visible to Callan from up on the couch. He wasn’t speaking, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t communicating. She knew what he was trying, as his fingers dipped ever lower along her chest before rising back up to her shoulders. Then he would move along her arms, and take her bra straps down as he worked on her triceps and biceps as well.
The tease and dance went on and on, leaving her in a perpetual state of wondering if he would or if he wouldn’t. Her breasts ached to be touched and the area between her legs was practically on fire. Arching back into him slightly, she pushed her breasts out, letting him see the plentiful cleavage she boasted.
She almost missed the growl in his throat as he took in the sight, so carefully did he conceal it. Knowing that seeing her body, as broken as it was, still managed to get a rise out of the perfectly sculpted hunk currently running his hands along her shoulders was more than enough to push Katy to try and move things along.
“You can touch,” she whispered, trying to conceal her uncertainty at being so forward. It wasn’t like her, but she sensed that Callan wasn’t going to push, because he didn’t want to upset her.
His hands were on her an instant later, sliding up her ribs and cupping her breasts through the material. Callan’s breathing deepened as he leaned in close to her head, his touch electrifying.
Katy could feel his yearning need through his touch, an answering desire rising to meet it within her. Callan picked her up and slid her onto his lap, his mouth finding hers before she was even settled in place. The heat pouring off his body was near unimaginable, and it made her want to lose the rest of her clothes and press right against it. No more hesitation, no more barriers. She was ready for this.
Clothes fell off of both of them as their motions grew frantic. He took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed, reaching for her the hem of her yoga pants. Katy hesitated, suddenly realizing that if he did that, he was going to see all the scars from her accident and surgeries.
“I’ve seen it all,” he reminded her gently. “At the pool. You don’t have to feel worried about me, Katy. I’m not going to judge you again.”
“Again?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Of course again. I’ve already judged you once. That’s why I’m here, in bed with you, hoping that you’ll let me please you.”
She scrunched up her face, eyes closing to slits as she glared at him. “That’s not what that phrase means.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But the truth is, I want you, Kathryn Pine. All of you. Right now, it just so happens I want your delicious, luscious, and thoroughly enticing body. Every inch of it. I like it the way it is, because it’s made you the way you are. Which is what attracted me in the first place. Rest assured, I know what I’m getting myself into, and the only thing that bothers me is that it bothers you, and I’m not sure how to stop that.”
Katy thought about it for several long moments, heartbeats that ticked by slowly. “You could stop it by undressing for me first,” she suggested.
Callan slid off the edge of the bed. He was already shirtless, but now he pulled the belt free of the loops, dropping it to the floor. Then he flicked open the buttons on his jeans, staring into her face the entire time. The zipper came next, and finally his pants slid to the floor. At some point he’d lost his socks, and now he was clad in little more than a pair of tight silver boxers, that made it very clear to her that he was quite aroused.
“Those too,” she said, grinning from ear to ear as he quirked an eyebrow at her, but didn’t protest.
The boxers joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, and he spread his arms wide as if to ask “well?”
“Much better.” She crooked a finger at him, and he came back onto the bed.
This time she let him strip her down as well. Her breath rattled in her chest as his eyes took in the mass of welts and still-healing pink scars across her lower abdomen and upper legs. It looked much worse outside of the bathing suit she thought, but it didn’t seem to faze Callan.
He dropped between her legs after sucking on her breasts, his tongue immediately working its way up and down. The warmth and touch of that, combined with the heat of his breath as it rushed out and over her with a steady rhythm, washed away any remaining hesitations she might have had.
It felt so good. It had been forever since she’d been touched like this, since a man had shown genuine interest in her! Sex had become a chore with Doug, but now…oh now she remembered how fun it could be. And he wasn’t even inside her yet.
Although it felt good, wonderful, amazing even, Katy just didn’t have the muscles in her to start squirming and writhing across the bed. But she could be vocal, and her moans quickly progressed to cries when his finger slipped deep inside her, followed shortly after by a second. They moved in time with his tongue, and above her the ceiling began to spin as she grew short of breath.
“Callan…”
He stopped, looking up at her.
“No!” she yelped. “Don’t stop. Fuck no, I’m so close, please…”
Before she’d gotten half the words out he went back to work. Katy went still, and seconds later her eyes flew wide open, staring at him as he sent her plunging over the edge of the cliff. Muscles contracted and her pure ecstasy flooded her system in a nonstop wave that ran out to the tips of her toes and sent goosebumps down her spine as she had her first climax.
Callan slowed, but never stopped. His touch was so light as to be imperceptible, until she’d calmed, at which point he slowly ramped her back up again. Katy didn’t think she could take it, but her body wouldn’t let her say stop, not until he made her orgasm a second time.
Heaving and exhausted, she flopped back onto the bed, wanting nothing more than to feel his hard cock push inside of her. His fingers were good, his tongue blissful, but Katy wanted to get fucked.
Rising to the challenge, Callan rose up over her, muscles tight and flexing as he supported himself on all fours. His abs, previously visible, were now rock hard and defined beyond belief. She ran her fingertips across his upper body, wondering just how the hell she’d gotten so lucky. What was it he saw in her that had prompted this connection between them? Whatever it was, she liked it.
Callan pushed the tip of his cock inside her.
She liked it a lot.
“I can take it,” she gasped as he started to withdraw. “Please, I need it. I need you. Take me, Callan. It feels so good.”
He pushed forward some more, her walls shouting in aroused protest as Callan filled her, and then some. She felt her eyes go round as more and more of him kept going in. He was huge. How the hell had she not noticed that before?
You were too focused on your own shortcomings to realize what he was offering you.
Fuck you, brain, she shot back, not wanting to get into an argument with herself right as she was about to get fucked for the first time in over a year.
Their bodies rocked against one another, and she bit on his neck as the last of his thick shaft filled her. Few words were exchanged, but glances and touches told a story far more in depth than words ever could at that point.
The smell of sex filled the room, and their unified cries bounced off the walls. Callan turned her on her side, and gave her ass a gentle slap as he repositioned himself, the tingle-pain of it taking her burning need to another level.
“Again,” she hissed, and he spanked her other cheek. It felt even better, and she gave him her best sexy eyes and asked for it again.
Both cheeks rang out with the impact of his palms as he pressed her facedown into the bed. Her cries were muffled by the pillow, but Callan didn’t slow down. He leaned forward, draping his body mostly against her, still holding himself up with his arms as his hips thrust against her ass.
He was hitting something just right, and without warning Katy’s body rocked back and forth as her second orgasm of the night tore through it. She screamed with pleasure, the unexpected climax leaving her weak and Jell-O-like. There was barely enough strength left in her body to keep her face up out of the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, “but I can’t take much more. It’s been too long.”
“Thank goodness,” Callan groaned. “I’ve been on the edge since the moment I entered you. Fuck. I didn’t think I could hold out this long. You feel so good, and you’re so hot, I—”
“Just fuck me as hard as you can,” she interrupted. “Do it Callan, please.”
“If I do that, I’m going to explode.”
“Yesss.” She pushed her ass back against him. “All over my back. Give it to me.”
He needed no further urging, and she cried out again as he slid in and out of her. He let out a strangled cry just as she felt him swell, and then blazing heat splashed across her back. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his face contort and his core spasm. The sight of him exploding across her was too much, and she slipped a hand between her legs, furiously bringing herself to a final climax, aided by the feel of him all across her back.
All strength left her at the same time he crashed down onto the oversized mattress next to her, both of them utterly spent.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped between breaths, his massive chest rising and falling. “I didn’t mean for it to be so short, but it was just so…so…”
“Intense?” she finished. “Yeah, same here. But it’s okay.” She rolled onto her side, uncaring of feeling him drip across her back as gravity took hold. “I was serious when I said I couldn’t take any more. It’s been too long, and with the surgeries and stuff, well, those muscles haven’t seen any use, to be blunt.”
Callan managed to get himself up on an elbow, leaning in to kiss her. “Well, I volunteer to help get them back in shape, if you find yourself looking.”
She grinned. “Well, you are my assistant. It’s about time you assisted in something.”
Beside her the giant beast of a man flopped onto his back and groaned at the bad joke.