Chapter 313: Ten Seconds
"Before you go any further, I need an answer from all three of us. What are we doing about contraception, and when was everyone last screened?"
Katherine glanced over her shoulder without releasing Martin. "I have an implant, my last screening was clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since. I should have said that before I climbed on top of him."
Martin nodded. "My screening was clear too, and there hasn’t been anyone since."
"Mine was also clear, and there has been no one since. I use reliable contraception." Cassandra’s cheeks were flushed, but her tone carried the practical confidence Martin knew well. "I realize this is not the most seductive interruption. I would rather ask now than regret staying quiet tomorrow."
Katherine’s teasing smile softened. "You were right to ask." She gave Martin one last slow squeeze before facing him again. "Now, unless Cassandra has another form for us to complete, I’d like to continue."
"I’m satisfied," Cassandra said, settling against the cushions. "For the moment."
Katherine moved aside while Martin pulled off his shirt, stood, and stripped away his trousers and underwear. He kicked everything toward the growing heap beside the sofa, then settled naked against the cushions beneath her unabashed stare.
Katherine rose over Martin’s lap, but his hand closed around her hip before she could lower herself.
"Tell me exactly what you want."
The impatience left her expression. Katherine understood what he was asking, and when she answered, there was no performance in her voice.
"I want you inside me. I want you to be rough once I’ve adjusted, and if that changes, I’ll tell you."
Martin loosened his grip. "Then come here."
Katherine straddled him and guided the swollen head through the wetness between her lips. She rubbed it over herself twice, shivering each time it passed her clit, before positioning him at her entrance.
She lowered herself with the confidence of someone who had imagined this moment too many times to hesitate. That confidence cracked as soon as the broad head pressed through her tight opening. Her mouth fell open, and both hands landed on Martin’s shoulders as every muscle along her thighs drew taut.
He held perfectly still. "Do you need me to pull out?"
"No." The answer came quickly, though her next breath took longer. Katherine looked down at the place where their bodies met. "You’re considerably thicker than my hand suggested. That’s all."
"There’s no reason to rush."
Her gaze rose to his. "You can give me ten seconds."
Martin almost laughed, but the tight heat gripping the head of his cock made amusement difficult. "You’re allowed more than ten."
"I’m aware. I don’t want more than ten."
Katherine shifted carefully. Her body yielded by degrees, allowing another inch to slip inside. She exhaled through parted lips, waited until the strain eased, then sank a little farther.
"Halfway there," she murmured. "You may begin admiring my determination."
"I’m admiring quite a lot from here."
That earned him the smile he wanted. Katherine lowered herself again, slowly stretching around his girth as his fingers held her hips. Pleasure had begun to mix with the strain by the time her ass finally settled against his thighs, though her nails pressed hard enough into his shoulders to leave marks. Neither of them moved for several breaths, and when Katherine tested the fullness with a small roll of her hips, her eyes slipped shut. A low sound escaped her throat before she could turn it into another teasing remark.
"That felt better," Martin murmured.
She repeated the motion with more confidence. "Good boy."
"I haven’t done anything yet."
"You’re exactly where I put you. That earns partial credit."
Katherine lifted herself halfway, then sank back down. The motion forced a sharper cry from her, but she did not retreat. She found a slow rhythm and let her body grow accustomed to the thick length filling her, while Martin watched her breasts sway above him with each increasingly confident stroke.
Cassandra sat close enough that Katherine’s knee brushed her thigh. Her crimson gaze followed Katherine’s movements for a moment before rising to her face.
"You look as though it hurts."
"A little," Katherine admitted as she lowered herself again. Her voice softened into a moan near the bottom. "It’s becoming very persuasive."
Martin slid one hand up her back. "You asked me to be rough after you adjusted, not before. We can stay like this until you’re ready."
Katherine took his wrist and pressed his palm against her breast. "I’m ready now. If you become gentle after making me wait this long, I may never forgive you."
He filled his hand with the soft weight of her breast, then thrust upward as she arched into his grip. Whatever praise Katherine had intended to give him broke apart into a gasp. When Martin drove into her again, she tried to maintain the rhythm she had chosen, but he began meeting every descent with a stronger upward thrust. Within a few strokes, the sensation had become too intense for her to keep complete control of the pace.
"Yes," she breathed. "Just like that, boy."
Martin planted his feet and wrapped one arm securely around her waist. Keeping their bodies joined, he pivoted and lowered Katherine onto the open section of the sofa. Cassandra moved toward the armrest before he had to ask, leaving him room to kneel between Katherine’s spread thighs.
Her red curls scattered over the pale cushion. She hooked one leg around Martin’s hip and pulled him closer before he could check on her again.
"I said I wanted it hard. Stop looking at me as if you’re about to apologize."
Martin answered with a full thrust that drove Katherine deeper into the cushion. She cried out, caught the back of his neck, and dragged his mouth down to hers. Their kiss turned hungry and clumsy as his hips struck hers, breaking each attempt at a slower rhythm. The sofa shifted beneath them, its legs scraping faintly across the floor.
With one arm braced beside her shoulder, Martin used his other hand to keep her thigh open. He pulled almost free before driving back into her, filling her with deep strokes that spread her wetness across the insides of her thighs.
Katherine still tried to tease him. "That’s it. You’re finally starting to..." A harder thrust took the rest of the sentence from her, and her fingers curled into his hair. "Do that again."