Cassian stood there, baffled, watching as Katherine, without a hint of hesitation, slipped out of her skirt, leaving only her red lace panties covering her lower half. The rest of her legs were bare, and she wore a loose top as she settled on the bed. "Do whatever you want," she said, her eyes closing. "Just don't ask me, and try not to wake me. If I move around, just keep massaging."
Presented with such an unexpected opportunity, Cassian didn't quite know how to react. His eyes lingered on her soft, smooth thighs, but after a deep gulp, he cautiously reached out and began to caress them gently. "I'll be as delicate as possible. Good night, my lady," he whispered, a wide smile crossing his face as he moved to massage her feet.
Katherine smirked softly at his words but kept her eyes closed, letting him work.
Cassian's hands moved skillfully, delicately kneading Katherine's legs, starting from her feet and slowly working his way up to her thighs. His fingers dug gently into her soft skin, pressing and releasing with careful precision. He kept his focus sharp, determined not to push any boundaries, just doing what was asked of him.
At first, Katherine's reactions were subtle. Her muscles would tense under his touch before gradually relaxing. As time passed, Cassian noticed more visible responses—a slight arch of her back here, her body sinking further into the mattress there. Soon, she started releasing small sounds: soft sighs, low grunts, and the occasional moan that sent a strange thrill through him.
Cassian's own body responded, but he ignored it, keeping his focus on the task at hand. His hands now firmly grasped her thighs, thumbs pressing into her flesh, massaging deeper into the muscles. Katherine's breathing became more rhythmic, her moans less frequent as her body began to succumb to sleep.
Before long, Cassian found himself between her legs, both of her thighs resting on his shoulders as he massaged her inner legs. His movements were still deliberate, but the closeness of the position wasn't lost on him. He could feel the soft warmth of her body pressing against his, her lace panties grazing his skin as his crotch was now lightly pressed against hers.
He took a deep breath, determined to stay in control, his hands still working her thighs with precision.
Katherine's breathing had become deep and steady, her expression calm as she drifted into sleep. Cassian, still kneeling between her legs, continued his massage, his heart racing, but his hands remained steady, careful not to disturb her.
Once he was sure she was truly asleep, he hesitated for a moment before sliding his hands toward her waist. With a cautious yet eager movement, he lifted her loose shirt, finally revealing her waist fully—a sight he had only caught glimpses of before. Until now, he had only admired it from a distance, but tonight, he was going to do more than just look.
Cassian's breath hitched as his fingers finally touched the soft, smooth skin of Katherine's waist. Her curves were subtle but captivating—the gentle slope of her belly and the slight definition at her love handles. His hands lingered there, savoring the sensation as he lightly squeezed, testing if her sleep was disturbed. When she didn't stir, her peaceful breathing unchanged, he grew bolder.
Pressing his palms against her more firmly, Cassian let his thumbs trace the contours of her waist, almost possessively, as if trying to commit every inch to memory. His gaze shifted downward to her thighs, tantalizingly close, their softness beckoning him. Leaning in slowly, he placed a delicate kiss on the inside of her thigh, his lips brushing the tender skin.
A jolt of excitement coursed through him as he tasted her flesh for the first time.
Still, Katherine slept soundly, her body relaxed beneath his touch. Emboldened by her lack of response, Cassian planted another kiss, this time lingering, savoring the taste and warmth. His hands roamed her waist as he continued, a mix of admiration and desire fueling him.
The soft hum of the room seemed to fade away as he lost himself in the moment, careful not to wake her, yet fully indulging in his pervertness.
Noticing that Katherine remained undisturbed, Cassian grew even more daring. His hands moved to squeeze her stomach, feeling the soft, slightly padded flesh near her navel. He pressed gently, his fingers exploring the sensitive area, brushing over her navel to gauge her response.
Her thighs instinctively tightened around him, making him freeze for a moment, fear coursing through him as he thought she might wake up. But to his relief, her breathing remained steady, and she stayed asleep.
Her thighs, however, remained pressed close to his face, her legs tensing slightly in response to the touch. Cassian could feel the warmth of her soft buttocks against his lap, his hardened length brushing against her. The temptation to move, to rub against her, was strong, but he forced himself to stay still, afraid of waking her.
For now, he pushed that urge aside, focusing once more on his task. His hands returned to her waist, applying a few gentle massage techniques to ease her further into relaxation. Each touch was calculated, as he carefully worked his way across her body, making sure to keep her in the deep, peaceful slumber she was in.
Cassian's lips moved with growing confidence as he pressed them against Katherine's soft thighs. The skin beneath his mouth was silky and smooth, with a subtle fragrance that reminded him of marigolds—delicate and floral, but with a slight peppery undertone that added to its allure. Each kiss deepened his craving as his lips trailed upward, inching closer to her inner thighs.
The warmth radiating from her skin made his heart race, and he could feel the dampness in the air between her legs, as if her body was teasing him with a promise just out of reach.
Meanwhile, his hands roamed her body, greedily exploring every curve. Katherine's waist was slim, with a soft layer of flesh that added a subtle roundness to her belly. His fingers pressed into the slight dip just above her hips, gripping her love handles gently, enjoying the way her skin gave way under his touch.
It was as if her body had been sculpted for his hands to hold, perfectly proportioned, and irresistibly tempting.
He dared to slip his hand beneath her loose shirt, finally uncovering her waist completely. Her skin was cool and smooth, and as his fingers roamed across her belly, he felt the slight rise and fall of her abdomen with each steady breath she took in her sleep.
His thumb brushed against her navel, tracing its delicate outline, feeling the slight indent that had always piqued his curiosity but which he'd never dared to explore before. He squeezed her stomach again, feeling the subtle softness and the taut muscle underneath—a body both feminine and strong, shaped by years of discipline.
With his lips still tasting her inner thighs, he finally succumbed to the desire to explore further, moving even closer to the source of her warmth. The taste on his tongue became richer, more intoxicating, as if her body was drawing him in deeper, pulling him into the depths of his desires.
He let his hands drift lower, tracing the curve of her hips, squeezing her gently as he fantasized about what lay just beyond the thin barrier of her lace panties.
As his mind became consumed with Katherine's body, Cassian's hands stopped their gentle massaging and began to caress her with more fervor. He squeezed her waist harder, feeling the soft flesh give under his touch.
'shit,' Cassian was caught off guard when Katherine suddenly shifted with a low, soft grunt, her body reacting to some unconscious discomfort in her sleep. His heart skipped a beat as he froze, his lips still wet from tasting her thighs. In an instant, he slipped from between her legs, his pulse racing with fear that he had woken her.
She turned, her body moving slowly as she rolled onto her stomach, her legs stretching out beneath her, her bare skin brushing against the sheets.
He let out a shaky breath, his nerves on edge. For a moment, he didn't dare move, his eyes locked on her still figure as he listened intently for any sign that she was waking. But as the seconds passed, Katherine's breathing remained slow and steady. Her head was now turned to the side, her cheek resting softly on the pillow, her hair falling loosely over her face and shoulders.
She was still deep in slumber, completely unaware of what had just transpired.
Cassian's eyes trailed down her body, taking in the new view before him. Katherine's loose top had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her back and the smooth curve of her spine. Her red lace panties clung to her hips, the delicate fabric barely covering her, revealing the round, firm shape of her buttocks.
The sight made his breath catch in his throat—she looked even more tempting , her body laid out beneath him in a way that made his hands itch to touch her again.