All Things In Good Time

As Katherine stood in her bathroom, flashbacks of the early morning came to her. She shuttered at the fact that she could feel James’ touch and still smell him on her skin. James had taken control of the situation and Katherine did not fight it. She found herself pressed up against the living room wall all the while James worked her into a fever with his mouth and hands and he didn’t let up until she reached for the waistband of his sweats. James pulled away, looked at Kathrine and the next thing he knew, she had her hand wrapped around his now hard cock. She stroked him slowly, feeling him get harder with each stroke. She moved away from the wall and closer to James’ neck. She mimicked the movements that James had being using on her; placing feathery kisses on his neck, using her teeth to nip at the base of his throat, and finally working her way to his lips where she parted them with her tongue and pulled him in closer. James ground himself into Katherine’s hand and let out a low moan. He held her face in his hands and whispered, “It’s you.” James snaked his hand around the back of Katherine head and brought her closer, “it has always been you.”

Katherine stood there breathless and not knowing what to say. She loosened her grip on James and brought both hands up to his face. She had seen this look before. She saw it when he came running to her for comfort after the devastating loss to Boston. But things were different this time. She wasn’t trying to figure out where she stood in his life, she had moved on. She was in a new relationship and wasn’t trying to rekindle anything with James. But as he stood there, soul bared for her to see, she could still see the person that she once was in love with. With that, she didn’t say a word, tonight wasn’t for words, but she only took James’ hand and led him to the bedroom.

Katherine took off the t-shirt she had been sleeping in, ironically the t-shirt of a man she confessed her love to less than 24-hours ago. Katherine had no thoughts in her head other than how to make James feel safe, to let him know that he was loved and that everything would be okay. James pressed his chest into Katherine’s back and swept her hair to one side. He feasted on her neck with his mouth while his hands came around her to cradle her breasts. Katherine could feel a fire starting deep within her and she turned to face James and to help him with his hoodie. She smiled when she remembered how pale he was and that there was no hiding his heritage with the numerous freckles and ginger-colored hair on his chest. She placed her hands on his chest and he placed a kiss on her forehead. Katherine saw that the vine and leaf tattoo that he had started last year was now a full-blown sleeve with very intricate and colorful artwork.

“That’s right, you haven’t seen it since it was finished,” James said.

“It’s beautiful, really beautiful,” Katherine said as she traced the lines of the tattoo with her fingers.

“Not as beautiful as you are,” said James as he pulled Katherine’s hand up to his lips and he began kissing her fingertips.

Katherine watched as James kissed the tips of her fingers and as he moved to her hand. She has always loved the way he kissed her; sometimes it would be gentle and it would cause a slow burn and sometimes it was nothing but primal, rough and needing. And that was when she decided how the rest of this scenario would play out. She moved her hand away from James’ lips and moved them to the seam of her panties. She slid her finger past the seams and under the fabric until she reached her now wet folds. Katherine looked up at James and without a slight warning she inserted two fingers inside herself. James wasn’t sure how to react to Katherine’s boldness, but he was surely enjoying it. As James urged Katherine on with her own hand, he went to that spot on her neck that he knew would drive her to the edge. He sucked on her skin just below her ear and started to work his way down her neck. His hands came up to her uncovered breast and his mouth met his hands at her left nipple. James laved her with his tongue until the nipple turned hard and then moved to the right breast to administer the same treatment. Katherine was losing herself in the sensations that not only James was giving to her, but also in the ones she was giving herself. She could feel the wetness come and her wall start to contract. She knew she was close, but this was not the way she wanted it to end. Katherine stopped her own ministrations to pull her panties all the way off. James pushed the sweatpants and boxers over what Katherine had always reference to as the “second best ass and thighs in the NHL,” and onto the floor. He picked her up, front to front, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. A familiar position for them, one that was used on their first night and the last day they were together. James placed Katherine on the bed and took each foot in his hand. Katherine opened her legs for James and was ready for him when he suddenly turned and looked around for something that wasn’t there.

“There are some in the nightstand,” Katherine reminded James of her condom stash in the dresser of her nightstand.

“Good, because I’m not really sure where my wallet is,” James smirked.

God she loved that smirk. The cocky kid who knocked coffee all over her a year ago was present and accounted for.

James quickly removed a condom from the drawer and sheathed himself. He stood above her at the end of the bed and with no words between them, he moved towards Katherine and he pushed himself into her.

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Katherine stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She wondered how she could have let this happen. There was no reason, no excuse, and most of all, no forgiveness that could ever erase the fact that she made a monumental mistake. In the mirror she saw the reflection of a woman who was feeling nothing other than guilt and remorse.

Notes

It will get better, I promise!