Shawn's eyes widened in shock as Catherine's lips crashed against his. Her mouth was warm, tasting of vodka and salt from her tears.
He quickly pulled back gently, breaking the kiss.
"Catherine, wait," he said, his voice was calm even though his heart was literally pounding. "You're drunk and upset, this isn't... we shouldn't."
She didn't listen, her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer as she leaned in again, breathing heavily.
"Please, Shawn," she whispered, her lips brushing his ears.
"I need this! I haven't felt anything in so long. Touch me, please. Just touch me."
He shook his head, trying to create space, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body into his.
"No, stop," he murmured, his hands now on her arms, holding her.
"You're drunk, and you'll regret this tomorrow. Let me just... let me help you talk it out."
Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "I can't talk anymore. It hurts too much" She continued.
"Please, don't make me feel alone tonight. I haven't had anyone touch me in years. I'm begging you...."
Shawn hesitated, but that soon faded when he saw the pain in her eyes. It made his chest ache but worst, she looked so vulnerable.
He gently helped her sit back down on the bed, planning to sit beside her and talk, to try and find the right words to comfort her. But before he could, she climbed on him pulling him down with a strength that surprised him.
"Catherine, I can't," he protested, his face was inches from hers, he wasn't sure how long he could resist her.
She arched up towards him again, and this time, her tongue slipped past his lips. He was tempted to respond in kind, but he resisted the urge. Yet his resistance was weakening as her desperation grew.
She broke the kiss to trail her lips down his neck. "Touch me," she pleaded.
"Anywhere, please." Her hands slid under his shirt, moving lightly over his abdomen, making his muscles tense.
Shawn's hand found its way to her shoulder, rubbing gentle circles. "Okay, just... calm down," he repeated, trying to calm her down. Yet she took it as permission and grabbed his hand, placing it over her breast. He could feel its roundness through her thin blouse, her nipple tightening under his touch even as he attempted to pull away.
"No, wait—" he started, but she held his wrist, pressing his hand firmer against her.
"Yes, like that," she gasped, her hips shifting restlessly. "More, squeeze it...."
Shawn breathed out sharply, his protective instincts clearly at war with the heat that were building in his body. She was broken, and he hated seeing her in such a state. Perhaps if he gave her a little, just enough to ease her pain without going too far... He wrapped his fingers around her breast, kneading it gently through the material. She moaned, arching into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut.
"That's it," she whispered, her free hand working at her own blouse, opening the buttons and exposing her lace bra. "Lower. Please, Shawn. I need your mouth on me."
He hesitated, his thumb circling her nipple. "This is a bad idea," he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction now. Her body was tempting but he knew he had to control himself.
Catherine pulled her blouse off her, then unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang free, full and heavy with dark and erect nipples. She cupped one, offering it to him. "Suck me. I swear, I'll stop after. Just make me feel wanted."
Shawn swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her exposed skin. He leaned in slowly, his tongue darting out to flick her nipple. She gasped, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He resisted the pull at first, but then closed his lips around them and sucked lightly.
"Harder," she urged, her voice husky. "Bite it a little. Oh, fuck, yes..."
He obliged, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh, then soothing it with his tongue. His hand moved to her other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, rolling it until she whimpered.
"Don't stop," she begged when he lifted his head to breathe. "Go lower. Touch my pussy, I need it so bad."
Shawn pulled back, shaking his head. "Catherine, no. This is enough. You're not thinking straight."
But she was insistent, her hand grabbing his and pushing it between her legs. He felt the moist heat through her panties, her arousal soaking the fabric.
"Feel that? I'm dripping for you. Please, Shawn. Slide your fingers inside me."
His restraint was gone as he flipped her on the bed, changing position. She smiled as she realised she had finally made him lose control.
His breathing was shaky as he slowly inserted his fingers into her panties and pulled them aside. Her pussy was wet and inviting, he ran a finger over her clit and felt her shiver.
"Yes," she whispered, moving her hips against his fingers. "More. Push it in."
He circled her clit before inserting a finger into her vagina. She was tight and immediately closed around his finger. "Like this?" he asked, his voice a little rough.
"Yes," she said, her eyes locked on his. "Two fingers. Use two fingers and fuck me."
Shawn inserted another finger and worked it in and out of her vagina. She was wet and the sensation was driving her wild. She screamed and put her hand over his to urge him to go faster and deeper. He curled his fingers and found that spongy tissue that made her arch off the bed.
"Lick me now," she whispered, moving her legs apart. "Your tongue on my clit and your fingers inside. Please."
He looked unsure because he was hard as rock and was barely able to control himself "Are you sure? I—"
"Shut up and lick my pussy," she snapped through her tears, pushing his head down. "Do it for me. Comfort me like this."
Shawn brought his face closer to her center, his tongue pressing flat on her clit. He sucked on her firmly, tasting her tangy flavor, while his fingers moved in and out of her.
Catherine moans echo through the room, her legs tightly wrapped around his head. "Go harder with those fingers. Oh god, yes..."
Shawn sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue playing over it, his fingers moving in and out of her, stretching her. Her body was tense, her breathing coming in short gasps. He licked her everywhere—her folds, her entrance around his fingers, and then her clit again—unrelenting, driven by her cries of desperation.
"I'm close," she sobbed, her hands grabbing the sheets. "Don't stop. Make me cum, Shawn. Please..."
He increased the pace, his tongue swirling faster, fingers thrusting deep and curling. Her pussy fluttered around him, then clenched hard as she shattered. She screamed his name, her juices gushing over his hand and chin, her body convulsing in waves of release.
Shawn didn't stop until she slumped back, panting. He withdrew his fingers slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his own arousal was straining uncomfortably in his pants. But he held himself.
Catherine reached for him weakly, tears still on her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, pulling him down to hold her. "I needed that. Stay with me a bit? Please."
He nodded, wrapping an arm around her, his mind was racing with guilt and confusion. What had he just done?