As Cassian observed Katherine's body from a new angle, he truly appreciated the meaning of "curvy." Her figure was breathtakingly sculpted, and his eyes lingered on the most alluring feature—her perfectly shaped butt, accentuated by the lace panties she wore.
The deep curve of her waist flowed naturally into the full, rounded shape of her hips, which rose sensually from the slender dip at her lower back. The sight of her delicate waist, coupled with the fullness of her behind, was enough to make his heart race.
Her body seemed to defy gravity, with her back arching slightly due to the generous swell of her chest, pushing her form upward in a way that only added to her appeal.
Unfortunately, from his current position, Cassian could only see the exposed skin of her waist and legs, but he knew there was even more to admire further up. Despite this, he was entranced by the view before him, unable to tear his gaze away from the tempting curves that beckoned his touch.
Cassian hesitated, wondering whether he should continue the massage. Her sudden shift in position made him worry that any further movement might wake her. But the allure of her voluptuous rear, so invitingly close, was too tempting to resist. His fingers itched to explore, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his hands.
"I'll just be delicate..." Cassian muttered under his breath, convincing himself that he could continue without disturbing her. The thought of massaging her large, supple butt was far too enticing to abandon. After all, it was still technically a massage—nothing more, he reasoned. But there was a nagging worry in the back of his mind.
If Katherine were to wake up and catch a glimpse of the bulge straining against his pants, there would be no hiding it. His arousal was far too obvious, his erection pressing so hard against the fabric that it seemed on the verge of tearing through.
If she saw that, his excuse of simply offering her a massage would fall apart instantly.
Still, despite the risk, Cassian's hands moved with gentle precision as he leaned closer, carefully placing his fingers on the soft, rounded surface of her buttocks. He told himself he would be careful, that he would remain in control, but deep down, he knew that resisting the temptation would be nearly impossible.
Cassian had been right—just as he began molding her butt into different shapes with his hands, feeling the soft, yielding flesh beneath his touch, he couldn't resist the urge to rub his bulge against her. The sensation of his arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his pants sent a shiver down his spine.
Even with the barrier of his clothes, the feel of her plush curves beneath him was intoxicating, driving him to indulge further.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that he slowly shifted his position, sitting carefully on her thick thighs, angling himself closer to her rear. His crotch nestled between her soft buttocks as he resumed massaging her waist, using it as an excuse to press himself more against her. Each time his body made contact with her, the pleasure deepened, and his self-control began to slip.
The firmness of her curves against him made him bold, urging him to push the boundaries even more.
His hands, which had been focused on kneading her waist and working along the delicate curve of her spine, began to wander. They drifted outward, seeking the softer, fuller parts of her body. He squeezed the subtle curves at her sides, his fingers sinking into the warm flesh. The sensation was heavenly, and he couldn't help but move toward her love handles, gripping them firmly.
It felt natural, like they were meant to be held, to be used as handles like there name.
With a firm grip on her love handles, Cassian pressed his bulging crotch harder against her, his hips moving subtly, almost involuntarily, as the pleasure surged through him. He felt himself growing bolder with every second, his hands exploring her body with increasing confidence, while the desire to feel more of her consumed him entirely.
As Cassian gripped her love handles, his breathing became heavier with each movement of his hips, rubbing his stiffened length harder against Katherine's soft butt. His eyes stayed fixed on her curves, mesmerized by how her rear shifted and molded with each press of his crotch.
The way her flesh seemed to mold and reshape itself beneath him only made the scene more erotic, and before he could even register what was happening, his body started to react—just like it had that time with Laureen.
A sudden shiver ran through him, his hips slowing as the intensity of his actions reached their peak. His body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations building inside him. Then, with a final jolt, he felt warmth spreading through his pants. Glancing down, he saw the unmistakable sight of white liquid oozing out, staining the fabric as he realized what had just happened.
"What have I done?" Cassian asked himself as guilt washed over him the moment his climax faded. Panic set in, and he quickly distanced himself from Katherine, making sure none of his release landed on her exposed skin. His eyes darted to her face, heart pounding in worry. To his relief, she was still asleep, her breathing steady and undisturbed.
Cassian let out a deep sigh, but the sensation of the warm liquid trailing down his thighs filled him with disgust. He hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, eager to clean himself up.
Unbeknownst to him, the one he thought was asleep opened her eyes, an amused expression playing on Katherine's face. She watched him dash away, a smirk curling at her lips. "It would've been better if he'd done it on me," she muttered under her breath. "He could've just cleaned it with a cloth." She shifted slightly, feeling the dampness on her lace panties.
Despite Cassian's careful attempts to avoid it, a small white drop had made its way onto the fabric. Scooping it up with her finger, she brought it to her lips, tasting it with a smile. "Better he figures it out soon, or he'll be making a lot of trips to clean himself," she mused, her eyes gleaming in satisfaction.