“If I figure this out, you will let the ladder down?”
“Yes, and you can climb up the ladder of love.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him. Sighing, she picked the paper and pencil up and leaned over the dresser. She grinned mischievously, and then gave him a good view of her behind, spreading her legs a little. She heard him groan, and she smiled slyly, sliding her fingers between her pussy lips and spreading them.
“The sides of a right triangle are a squared plus b squared equals c squared, where a and b represent the lengths of the legs and c is the length of the hypotenuse,” she murmured.
“Set it up like I showed you,” David called over the side. She could hear him working his cock. “And hurry!”
“Bite me!” She chewed lightly on the pencil eraser and arched her back more. Eyeing him up in the loft, making sure she had his attention, she turned back to the paper. “A… we can make A… the height of the loft… 9 feet… and then B would be…” She hesitated, putting her head on the table. She felt her body flush with the familiar shame. “I’m stupid,” she called, her voice muffled. “I just totally blank. David, it’s useless.”
“Get the tape measure.” David pointed. “Go ahead, get it.” She picked it up, showing it to him. “Good, now, put your end on the X…and hand the other end to me.” She did, catching the end of the tape measure with her toe so she could pull it out and meet David’s outstretched hand. He had to hang halfway off the loft to reach her. He eyed her lengthened limbs, her muscles taut. She knew she was quite a sight.
“Nine feet, seven inches,” he reported.
“So?” she shrugged.
“So now do the equation.”
She put pencil back to the paper with a sigh. “Nine feet … squared… is eighty-one… four feet squared… is… sixteen… eighty-one plus sixteen… is ninety seven. So, it’s ninety seven,” Cat sighed. “Obviously I did it wrong again!”
“Remember your equation,” David hinted.
She glanced back at the paper. “C… oh, squared. The square root of ninety seven… oh I’m supposed to do THAT in my head?” She looked up at him, exasperated.
“Calculator,” he reminded her.
She punched in ninety seven and hit the square root key. “9.84.” She shrugged, looking up at him quizzically. “So?”
“So it’s 9.84. Which is roughly nine feet seven inches,” he assured her, and waited.
Her jaw suddenly dropped. It was a true Helen Keller moment. Something incredibly simple that had taken her so long to actually comprehend. “That’s what we measured? Nine feet seven inches?” she gasped. He nodded, his eyes bright with the light of her.
“Oh my god! David, I did it, I did it!” She squealed, double checking the paper, then looking back at the loft and the ladder. She insisted on measuring it again, and he obliged, grinning. He lowered the ladder for her then.
“You'd better get up here before you catch cold.”
She climbed up, still slightly dazed, blissfully excited. He caught her into his arms and he rolled her onto the bed, squeezing her hard enough to make her gasp. She settled, pressing her bottom back and snuggling against him. He slid his hand over the hard plane of her hip bone, down into the soft dip of her belly, pressing her there. She was smiling dreamily, just floating, content.
“You are so precious.” He whispered it against the curve of her neck. “So brilliant, so beautiful, and so very, very mine.” He kissed her there, sucking gently at the soft, tender skin of her neck, making a mark. Her heart lurched. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”
“I want you, too.” She closed her eyes as he kissed her shoulder blade alive. “I’m just scared.”
“I will be so gentle.”
“I know, I know, it isn’t that. I just… David, this is going to sound so dumb.”
She closed her eyes against his reaction. “I want it to be with the man I’m going to spend forever with. I don’t think you’re ready to give me forever, and I don’t know that I’m ready for that, either.” It hung there, like a sour note played at the end of a perfectly orchestrated concert.
“Ok,” he relented finally. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Catherine.” They lay there spooned together, and Cat thought she may have slept, because the light from the skylight seemed to have changed and shifted when she felt David’s cock pressed against the small of her back again. He was slick-he could hear his hand on it. KY, she thought sleepily, smiling. The wet sound woke something in her that her body attempted to catch up to in her re-emerging consciousness.
“Wanna help?” he asked quietly, and she nodded, reaching back to feel him. She couldn’t remember him being any harder. He slowly thrust into her hand, easy, slow, his breath getting just a little faster when she squeezed or pulled him. “Between your legs,” he insisted. She hesitated, but then lifted her leg slightly, sliding him toward the apex of her thighs. Vertex, she thought dreamily, happily. He slid there between her legs, not entering her, just allowing the places where her flesh parted to spread and give and make room for him. The head of his cock rubbed her clit and the length of him eased through her slit again, again, again. It was like sex, but he wasn’t inside of her, not really.
He reached for her breast, cupping it, tweaking it. She responded, moving faster against him. He slid his hand down the stretch and pull of her, the muscles moving under her skin as she writhed against him, to cup the rounded flesh pressed against his groin, pulling her cheeks apart a little. She gasped at that sensation, feeling his fingers ease her open there, probing the small puckered hole of her ass.
“Ohhh no no…” She shook her head, her eyes closing against it. It was too naughty, too nasty, too wrong. But he pressed his wet finger there, the moisture allowing an easier entry. She tensed, her breath caught. “Noooo…”
“Shhh, it’s ok. Just relax.” His finger eased just a little deeper into her there.
“See… oh that’s a good girl… when you relax like that, I can get two fingers in you.” And he could, gently turning them against the soft flesh, the single tight band of muscle a little less snug around his fingers.
“David, we can’t.” She pulled away slightly. “Please.” The sensation was strange and compelling. She had no idea she would be so sensitive there.
“If I put my prick here,” David explained softly. “You will remain a virgin, hm?” She gasped, her eyes flying open. “Shhhh,” he reassured her. “We won’t if you don’t want to. If you say no, we’ll stop.”
It was enough reassurance to let her ease back a little, letting him resume his slow exploration of her ass. His cock jumped against her thigh. She pressed her face into the pillow, feeling him ease her further open, two fingers moving slowly in and out now, or maybe three? It stretched, burned a little. He was technically right, of course, although it felt all wrong. Still, she knew how much he wanted to be inside her in some way, and she so wanted to please him.
“Is this ok?” His voice was a little hoarse and the sound of it made her dizzy.
She nodded, a muffled yes. He groaned at her relenting, moving her so that her hips were raised, her face still buried in the pillow. He kneeled behind her, still gently moving his fingers into her. Slowly sliding his fingers out, and he pushed the tip of his cock there. Cat gasped loudly when she felt him start to ease in, her eyes flying open in terror, her hands clutching the pillow, the sheets, scrambling.
David reached underneath and held onto her belly, steadying her, his cock still poised at the entrance of that tender spot.