Her soft, full breasts pressed into my abs, her skin like velvet against mine. Every flick of her tongue on the underside of my cock sent a shockwave of heat searing into my bones, making my grip on her thighs tighten instinctively. The pleasure was so sharp, so consuming, that I drove my tongue deeper into her, my lips and tongue dancing over her clit with a rhythm designed to make her unravel. Soft strokes. Hard licks. My name became a broken whisper on her lips, and it only made me work her harder as I licked her soft soft folds.
You taste so fucking good, Cat.
Then I felt it—that telltale clench, her thighs trembling against my face as her body began to twist under the weight of her impending release.
“Stop,” I growled, my voice rough and commanding, barely holding back the need clawing at my chest.
“Stop?” Her voice was breathless, almost dazed, and I could feel her confusion and desire tangling together. She was so close, and she knew it.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my words firm but low, reverberating with heat. “I want to see your face.”
Her breathing hitched as she obeyed, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she knew this moment would wreck me. When her eyes met mine, they were glazed with lust, her cheeksflushed, her lips slightly parted. She looked like a vision, and I couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at my mouth.
“Now ride me, Cat,” I murmured, the roughness in my voice softening just enough to let her feel how much I needed her. How much I wanted her.
She straddled me, and as I ran my fingers down her skin, I felt her body trembling, a mix of anticipation and surrender. My hands found her hips, guiding her slowly at first, savoring the way she slid down onto me, inch by inch, until I was buried so deep I could feel her heartbeat.
Her head tipped back, a moan escaping her lips as she started to move, her rhythm uncertain at first but building quickly as the heat between us flared. My eyes stayed locked on her face, watching every shift of emotion, every flicker of pleasure that crossed her expression. It wasn’t just about the physical connection—seeing her like this, lost in the moment, completely mine, ignited something primal in me.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I muttered, my grip tightening on her hips as I met her movements with thrusts of my own. “Do you feel that? How perfect we fit?”
Her hands pressed against my chest for balance, her nails digging in as her pace quickened, and she leaned forward, her lips just a breath away from mine. “I feel everything,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s too much… but I don’t want it to stop.”
“It’s not too much,” I rasped, brushing a thumb over her flushed cheek. “It’s exactly what you need. Let go, Cat. Give me everything.”
Her movements grew frantic, and the sounds she made—breathy gasps, broken whimpers—sent a thrill through me. I lifted my hips to meet hers, driving her higher, watching her completely fall apart. And when her body finally trembled with release, her name left my lips in a low, guttural groan as Ilet myself go right there with her, lost in the fire we’d created together.
“I’m there,” she muttered. “Oh God, Dustin, I’m there…”
“Explode for me, baby. That’s it. Good girl.”
Her body went slack against mine, trembling with the aftershocks of her release. My hands smoothed over her hips, grounding her, holding her like she was the most precious thing I’d ever touched.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her temple, my voice rough with emotion. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go.”
“So are you,” she whispered.
I wrapped my arm around her, she snuggled into me, and we fell asleep just like that.
I glanced at the clock, and it was five fifteen. On a Sunday.
But we needed the sleep. I knew she was out like a light from the way she was breathing when I said the words.
I had to. Not for me, but for her.
I’d never said them to a romantic partner, and I just wanted to know how they felt.
“I love you, Cat,” I mouthed, lightly.
She took a deep breath, and I knew she was fast asleep.
CHAPTER 24
CATARINA
“How do you like my bean?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not yours.”
