Here it is. The final chatper for First Time. Be forwarned, it's all smut. Thank you so much for your reviews. I am hoping we'll have more shirtless scenes of Vincent the second half of this season. The man is very nice to look at. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty and the Beast
Once she decided to make love with Vincent, Catherine had to work hard to keep any silly fears and insecurities from surfacing. She didn't need to be reminded of the scar near her arm from the bullet that had temporarily lodged itself inside of her. No wondering if he would notice any cellulite on her thighs or if she should chew a mint before kissing him.
What mattered was this moment. She was in his arms, pressing her soft body closer to his hard one. Their eyes were locked on one another as they slowly swayed to the lovemaking music pouring from the speakers.
Vincent's gaze dropped to her lips before returning to her eyes. There was a slight flush along his cheekbones and she could swear his eyes were glowing.
"Are you sure Cat?"
She didn't need him to elaborate. She knew what he was asking. Was she sure she wanted to end the night in his bed? In his arms? Surrounded by him?
Her voice was clear, no doubt in her voice. "Yes Vincent. I want to be with you."
He didn't say anything more. He wanted this as much as she did. Instead of thinking about the dangers of them being together, he leaned down and kissed her. Two years of wondering what he would taste like was answered by the sweet touch of his lips against hers.
Their first kiss began gently. He leisurely slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth before she gasped and allowed him entrance. There was no fight for dominance or a need to hurry things along. He took his time exploring her mouth. They had the entire night to learn one another.
Catherine ran her hands over his arms, clutching his biceps, as the kiss deepened. Their breaths became more shallow as the kiss changed from exploratory to passionate. He gripped her hair and tilted her head back. Breaking the kiss, he began trailing soft kisses across her jaw line to her neck. He nipped lightly at her earlobe, causing a moan to escape her lips.
Vincent's arms tightened around her. "You like that Cat? What else do you like?"
She leaned up and suckled at his neck before whispering in his ear, "I like you. Whatever you want to do to me, I'll love."
A low growl escaped his throat at her words, and she knew their leisure pace was over. Their next kiss stole her breath and her ability to think. His hands moved down her back until he found the tie at the back of her dress. He quickly untied the bow before reaching up and unzipping her dress. Before she knew it, her dress was gaping open and his warm hands were caressing her back.
She reached between them and began working on the buttons of his shirt. What she really wanted to do was rip the shirt open, but since he'd been so gentle with her dress, she maintained control. As it was, she only got three buttons undone before her hands were sidetracked by his chest.
Catherine leaned back, breaking the kiss, to get a look at his tanned and well maintained chest. She caressed him as she looked up at him.
"You're beautiful," she told him before leaning forward and placing a light kiss on his chest.
His breathing seemed to still for a moment before he said, "I think I'm suppose to tell you that."
Stepping out of his arms she sent him a mischievous grin. "You think?" She reached up and slid the straps of her dress down, revealing the white lace bra underneath. The rest of the dress easily slid down. She stepped out of it and stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties.
"What do you think now Vincent?"
He stood there for a moment, taking in every curve revealed to him. She felt the heat of his stare as his eyes touched on every inch of her.
"You are beautiful Catherine." He slowly walked over to her. Once in front of her, he reached up and skimmed a finger along the side of her breast. "So beautiful I wonder what you're doing here with me."
"Vincent..." she protested, wanting him to know what a worthy man he was.
But he cut her off before she could get her words out. "I want to devour you Catherine. Kiss every inch of you. Come into you and never leave."
Oh my he was so incredibly sexy. She wanted all those things. "Make love to me Vincent. Let's make it so good that I can't remember my name."
He smiled and reached for the straps of her bra. "I'll make it so good that you'll scream."
He pulled the straps down until they hanged loosely from her shoulders. He unhooked her bra and pushed it off. The bra fell to the floor, leaving her bare before him. Vincent brushed his hand over her breast. Pleasure shot from her breast to the rest of her body.
"How about we move this to my bed," he suggested. "As fun as taking you up against the wall would be, for our fist time, the bed is best."
She just nodded her head, unable to form any words. His hands had become bolder while caressing her breasts. She was going to orgasm from just the touch of his hand on her.
"Having trouble Cat," he teased. He knew what he was doing to her. If she could think beyond the feel of his hand on her breast, she'd find a way to torture him.
Before she knew what was happening, Vincent leaned forward and picked her up. Her arms quickly looped around his neck as he walked over to his bed. He gently laid her down on the blanket. Catherine scooted onto her elbows to watch him as he stepped back.
His hands went up to his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying around the room. Her eyes widened in surprise. He was just as eager as she was to get started. Her eyes dropped to his belt as he began to unbuckle it. She could see the large bulge beneath his pants. Her hands itched to reach out and touch him.
"Like what you see Cat?" Vincent asked.
Catherine blinked and looked up at him. Licking her lips she told him, "I want you in my hands and mouth."
He paused for a moment, taking in her words. His hands quickly finished with his belt, throwing it to the side.
Unzipping his pants he growled at her, "That can be arranged later."
He dropped his pants and stood before her in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. His shoulders were wide, biceps large, chest magnificent, abs kissable, waist small, and legs powerful. He was all hers. She could trace the ident of each ab muscle with her tongue. Grab his ass. Kiss him all over. Her eyes about rolled back at that thought. Get yourself together Cat. You don't want to faint on him.
Leaning up, she beckoned him forward. "Come here Vincent."
He quickly made his way over to her. Stepping between her widened legs, he leaned down and crushed their mouths together. He nipped her lower lip before lightly sucking on it. Catherine's body was in pleasure overload. He tasted so good and when his tongue would duel with hers, more heat would pull below. She wanted him now.
Vincent pressed her back against the bed before lowering his body over hears. At the first touch of her breast against his chest, they both groaned. Catherine wrapped her legs around him and pressed closer. He felt so good.
He rocked against her, eliciting a gasp from her. She broke the kiss, needing air. With her head thrown back, Vincent took the opportunity to suckle along her neck. Her gasps turned to moans at the feel of him.
"Oh yes Vincent," she moaned.
"You feel so good Cat," he growled against her neck. He pressed himself more firmly against her and this time her eyes did roll back.
"You're...you're going to make me come," she panted. They hadn't even moved to kisses below the neck and he already had her seconds away from an orgasm.
At her words, he stopped thrusting against her. A frustrated moan came from her lips.
"I don't want you to come until I'm buried deep inside you," he whispered in her ear.
Frustration clearly in her voice, she yelled, "Then let me take off my panties and you take off your boxers."
He chuckled. "Not yet Cat. First I want to taste you."
Her muscles tensed as he kissed his way down her body until he reached her white lace panties. She could feel his hot breath against her. Why was he just laying there? He said he wanted to taste me. I'm more than ready for him to get his taste.
"Vincent, if you don't hurry, I'm going to tear off your boxers and take a taste of you," she threatened.
There was another damn chuckle. Before she could yell at him again, his hands began pulling down her panties. Oh yes. At last! Finally! He worked them down her legs and off. They joined the clothes already strewn about. Now she was completely naked. Naked and waiting for him.
"Try not to come yet Cat," he told her. She looked down and saw him kneeling between her legs, looking at her. "Remember, I want you to come with me inside you."
She moaned. She wasn't sure if she could hold out. Her body was already worked up from two years of intense frustration. Now that his mouth was so close to her, she wasn't sure if she cold stop the orgasm. She was so close. Just a few touches and she would fly.
Vincent leaned down and took her in his mouth. Catherine gripped the blanket and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. She threw her head back and gasped as he worked on making her fall apart.
"You're really good at this," she panted.
He stopped for a moment to reply. "I've thought about they many ways I wanted to pleasure you Cat. Now remember, don't come yet." With that said, he leaned back down to continue lapping at her.
Her body twisted and her cries gradually grew louder. She was so fucking close. If he didn't stop, she was going to orgasm. And it was going to be so good. She wanted it so bad.
Suddenly, Vincent stopped. A protest escaped her lips as she felt him move away from her. He went over to his dresser and grabbed something from inside. When he turned she saw that he was holding a box of condoms. Her body seemed to scream YES when she saw that box. She watched intently as he removed his box briefs. Her eyes widened at the size of him. He was rather well endowed. So well endowed that she wondered how he was going to fit inside of her.
Vincent rolled the condom down his penis and came back over to the bed. He lowered his body down to hers and settled between her legs. She looked up into his eyes and saw the red glow to them. Her stomach clenched. He was over the edge. Thank god! Because I am too.
Wrapping her legs around him, she brought his mouth down to hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth just as he slammed himself into her. There was no problem with the fit. Cat's eyes widened in surprise as her body fell apart and came. And came. And came. She screamed into his mouth. Her orgasm went on as he thrust himself into her. Over and over again. Faster and faster until she could hear the slamming of the headboard against the wall. Her nails dug into his back. She broke the kiss, needing to breath. She lightly bit his shoulder, causing him to growl and speed up even more. She just held on, still in a pleasure haze. Her entire body felt like one whole live wire that he was pounding away into oblivion.
"Yes, yes," she shouted. She reached up and grabbed the headboard. She arched her body up, taking him in deeper. That seemed to be what sent him over the edge. He pounded into her three more times before pushing deep and roaring. His release pushed her over once again. It felt like their two souls were melding together. That their connection was never-ending.
It took a few minutes for them to come down from the high they just experienced. Catherine still had her legs wrapped around him and he was still hard inside of her. She moved slightly and felt a spark shoot through her body.
"Mmm,' Vincent moaned. He lifted his head from the crook of her shoulder and smiled down at her. "That was beyond words Cat."
Her eyes sparkled up at him. "I think I passed out for a minute." Biting her lip, she asked, "When can we do it again? I want to be on top next time."
He flipped her over til she was seated on top of him. "How about now?"
Catherine and Vincent made good use of those condoms throughout the night. It wasn't until the first rays of sunlight could be seen in the sky that Vincent finally let her sleep; feeling sated enough for the moment.
He'd let her sleep a couple of hours. Have breakfast; maybe take a shower. She did say he could do with her what he wanted and he still had many fantasies to act out with her.
How were they ever going to top their first date?
Do you think Vincent is a black boxers briefs kind of guy?