Chapter 315: Every Inch
Katherine could turn every naked step into a performance. Cassandra moved with quiet purpose instead, as though wanting Martin to follow was reason enough to leave the room without looking back. Her restraint drew him just as strongly as Katherine’s open invitation had.
Katherine noticed where his attention had settled. She leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice. "Your recovery appears to be going well."
"She has that effect on me."
"Then you should probably follow before she decides to send a formal invitation."
Katherine lifted herself off him and helped him stand. Cassandra had stopped at the entrance to the hallway, one eyebrow raised as she watched them.
"I realize neither of you is accustomed to moving quickly," she said, "but the bedroom is not especially difficult to find."
Martin followed her, with Katherine close behind.
Cassandra’s bedroom was large without feeling staged. The bed occupied the center of the room beneath a dark wooden headboard, with soft lighting built into the wall behind it. There were no decorative pillows arranged for display and no clothes left over a chair. Everything had a place, though the room felt more private than severe.
Katherine wandered inside and surveyed it. "This might be the most Cassandra room imaginable."
Cassandra turned down the bedding. "I have no idea what you believe that means."
"Beautiful, expensive, and slightly intimidating. I suspect the bed files a report every time you leave."
Martin laughed. Cassandra gave Katherine a level stare, then returned her attention to him as she sat on the edge of the mattress and parted her knees. She maintained her practical confidence, but her hands pressed more firmly into the bedding than necessary. Martin stepped between her thighs and bent to kiss her. Cassandra drew him closer by the neck, meeting his mouth with a hunger that had been building since the living room.
His cock hardened between them, and Cassandra reached down to close her hand around it. Her fingers did not meet. She stroked him once, slower than Katherine had, then glanced toward the woman beside her.
"I watched you take him," Cassandra said. "At the time, I believed that would prepare me for the size. Now I’m beginning to suspect observation was insufficient."
Katherine climbed onto the bed. "Watching doesn’t prepare you for the feeling."
"That is becoming apparent."
Martin swept Cassandra’s hair away from her face. "We can take as much time as you need. You don’t have to decide the pace before we start."
"I know, but I would still prefer to avoid discovering halfway through that confidence was my only preparation."
She opened the first drawer of the bedside table and handed him a small bottle of lubricant. Katherine’s laugh made her turn.
"Of course you keep it in the first drawer."
"Where else would a sensible person keep it?" Cassandra asked. "Perhaps beneath an assortment of decorative candles?"
"I was going to suggest a locked case with an inventory sheet."
"If you continue, you may have to search for it yourself next time."
Martin coated himself generously before guiding Cassandra farther onto the bed. She lay back while he settled between her legs, and Katherine stretched out beside her, propped on one elbow so she could remain close without crowding her.
His palm traveled along Cassandra’s inner thigh. She was still wet from what he had done to her in the living room, and when his fingers brushed her pussy, her hips rose to meet the contact.
"Tell me when you’re ready," he said.
Cassandra looked from his face to the thick cock waiting between her thighs. She took one slow breath, then opened her legs farther. "Start carefully. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop."
Martin positioned the broad head at her entrance and applied the first gentle pressure. Only the tip slipped inside before her fingers twisted the sheets and tension locked through her body.
He stopped immediately. "Do you want me to pull back?"
"No. Stay there and give me a moment." She forced a long breath from her lungs, then added with less certainty, "When you move again, make it slower than whatever you were planning."
Martin waited until the strain began leaving her thighs. He eased forward by the smallest amount, feeling her body stretch reluctantly around him. The tight grip forced him to close his eyes for a moment.
Cassandra noticed. "You’re having difficulty too."
"You feel incredible, and staying still requires more effort than I expected."
A trace of satisfaction warmed her expression. "Then both of us can practice restraint."
Katherine leaned down and kissed Cassandra’s temple. "You’re conducting a negotiation with part of him already inside you."
"Clear instructions prevent misunderstandings."
Martin pushed another inch into her. Cassandra’s lips parted, but whatever she meant to say escaped as a silent breath before he stopped again.
"Wait there."
Martin stayed where he was while she breathed through the pressure. Katherine stroked a hand down Cassandra’s stomach but stopped before reaching the place where their bodies met.
"Look at me for a moment," Katherine said.
Cassandra turned her head. Some of the strain eased from her face when Katherine brushed their noses together.
"You don’t have to prove anything to either of us. If it’s too much, he can stop."
"I’m not proving anything." Cassandra’s hand moved from the sheet to Katherine’s waist. "I simply need time."
"Then take it."
Katherine kissed her gently. Cassandra answered without haste, and Martin felt her rigid body soften beneath him. Her pussy relaxed enough to accept more of his girth.
"Another inch," she murmured against Katherine’s lips. "No farther until I ask."
Martin obeyed. Her nails dragged across the bedding as the thickest part of him began stretching her, but he moved in tiny increments and paused whenever her breathing changed.
By the time his hips finally met the backs of her thighs, sweat had gathered across his shoulders. Cassandra stared up at him, her eyes wide with the realization that she had taken all of him.
"I can feel every inch," she said. "Do not move yet."