Chapter 328 - ANOTHER DATE

On the weekend, Catherine came to the resort. Vincent took a break and brought her to the room she booked. The moment they entered the room, he pushed her on the wall and sealed her lips.

Catherine felt her ears buzzing. She couldn't think straight. The only thing that was in her mind was something soft plastered on her mouth. It was wet and warm. Then something licked her lips.

Startled, she opened her mouth. After that, she sensed something going inside her. Her heart thumped like a drum. Her arms had no strength as she put them on his chest to push him away, but it was futile.

Her legs were shaking so much that she couldn't stand anymore. Vincent noticed her slipping down. He grabbed her waist and took her to the bed.

Catherine panicked when she saw that she was taken to the bed. "Wait… wait… Vincent… we must not…"

"Don't worry. I won't do anything you don't want," Vincent promised. He put her on the bed and hovered over her. While kissing her, he slowly pushed her down.

Catherine grabbed his shoulders. Her eyes were tightly shut. His soft tongue touched her tongue. She shuddered. She instinctively wanted to move her tongue away, but he followed. 

He explored her warm, moist mouth. It was something new he had never done before. His chest was burning. Their bodies writhed together. Catherine's squashy breasts rubbed against his chest.

"!!!" Vincent thought his chest was burning. He placed his legs in between her legs and kissed her more aggressively.

"Haahh… Haahh…" Catherine panted roughly. Her lips and tongue were eaten until her tongue numbed. She also felt a dull pain.

When Vincent came back to his senses, he stopped and looked at her. Catherine's hair was disheveled. Her pink lips were swollen. Her dress was messy. 

The lace that tightened the clothes around her chest was untied some. The dress loosened in the process and showed her cleavage. 

Vincent gulped. 'I never imagined Catherine was so sexy. She is just my type.' He licked his lips thinking about devouring her. He cupped her face and rubbed her flushed cheek with his thumb.

"Catherine, I love you so much," he confessed before pecking on her cheek. Then, his lips trailed down, touching every corner of her neck.

Catherine wanted to push him away when they were done kissing. She came to spend some time with him. Never did she think that things would turn out like that from the start.

However, her heart swayed when he confessed his feelings for her. 

For women, love is more about internal feelings, and for men, love is more about physical relationships – she knew it, but she did her best to avoid it.

Nonetheless, she didn't want to lose him and didn't wish for him to lose interest in her. Thus, she quietly let him do whatever he wanted. It wasn't that she disliked what he did.

Everywhere his lips trailed, she felt the fire burning her skin. Her heartbeat accelerated. Her nails dug on his shirt. She had a hard time suppressing her moans.

Vincent did not care. He left small hickeys on her neck when he sucked her head. It wasn't that he wasn't nervous. He was practically trembling, wondering if he was able to give her pleasure or not. As he heard her soft moans, he decided to go further.

He loosened up the lace of her dress more and revealed her chest. He gulped and then pushed away from the remaining clothes. A pair of round breasts came into his view.

As if he saw the seventh wonder of the world, he stared at her dumbly. He couldn't take away his eyes from the most artistic part of the woman's body.

Catherine, whose eyes were shut up until now, opened her eyes wondering why Vincent suddenly stopped moving. Then, she saw him intensely staring at her. Feeling ashamed, she covered her chest.

"Wh… what are you doing? You cannot stare. It's against the rules." She was blushing hard as she complained.

Vincent came back to his senses. He couldn't help hugging her tightly. "How can I not look at you? You are so beautiful. I only want to stare at you and no one else."

"Even so, don't…" Catherine tried to oppose. 

"Baby, remove your hands please. I'll die if I can't see them," Vincent practically begged as he held her wrists. He didn't want to be forceful. He coaxed her in a gentle voice and slightly pushed her hands away.

Women were soft creatures by birth. When Catherine heard him speaking so sweetly to her, her heart could only melt. She stopped struggling. Slowly, her hands were pushed up. Her chest was revealed in front of him once again.

With trembling hands, Vincent touched her breasts. 

"Umm…" Catherine shuddered. She closed her eyes and didn't do anything. It was the first time someone other than her touched her private place that no one ever saw. She felt excitement. 

Vincent approached her more boldly when he heard her moan. His mouth was dry. "You are so pretty, Catherine. I have to treat you like a queen, don't I? I've never seen beautiful breasts like before. They are masterpieces. Look at the small mounds in the middle. So pink," saying that he touched her nipples.

"Stopped talking… Ahh!" Catherine felt an electrifying sensation when her nipples were touched.

Vincent's eyes sparkled. "Wow! They got harder the moment I touched them. Do you like what I'm doing?" With his index fingers and thumbs, he rubbed her nipples gently. At his teasing, they slowly became erected.

"Ahh… Vincent… stop…" Catherine realized that she was making some odd noises. She hurriedly covered her mouth.

"How can I stop, Catherine? Look, your mounds are aroused. You must be liking what I'm doing, right?" Vincent pressed her for an answer.

Catherine shook her head to object. "Weird… Oh! It feels odd…"

"Are you lying? Did you hear your moans? I heard that women only moan like that when they feel good. Tell me, Catherine, how do you like it?"