“Main course?” she whispers, arching an eyebrow.
“Your delectable pussy.”
Catalina shivers at my words, undone by a single filthy promise. Desire crashes through me, frantic for a first taste.
“Lie back,” I order darkly.
She reclines, surrounded by a pile of naughty books, as my lips descend to her tits again. I can’t get enough of her softness, her taste, how her body yields to me, begging for more.
My hand slides up under the black A-line skirt bunched around her hips, working her thick thighs apart. She gasps as my rough fingers push her panties aside, swiping through her dripping folds.
“Fuck,” I groan, eyes closing as every nerve in my body focuses on her slick heat. “You’re soaked, like I’m the only man you need.”
“Youare.”
The words detonate inside me.
I slide my fingers along her length, gauging every response. How she sucks air between her parted, kiss-swollen lips. The way her body quivers beneath me. How her hips rise to meet my fingers as I slide into her inviting wetness.
Her channel’s so tight, it feels like she’s sucking my finger with every stroke. She whimpers and moans, eyes closed and face ecstatic. At the front of her pussy, I find the rough bundleof nerves that I know will push her over, savoring how my finger undoes her.
Her bliss is gravity-defying, like she’s floating away … until I lower my head between her thighs. She gasps as my tongue circles her clit for the first time, hips arching frantically towards my swirling and twisting tongue.
“You taste so fucking good,” I mutter darkly, tongue swiping demandingly over her swollen nub. I suck her into my mouth, falling in love with how her hand tangles in my hair, pressing me urgently against her.
Tiny whimpers escape her lips, rapture transporting her. “Am—” she pants. “I can’t— Oh, fuck!”
Hearing her curse for the first time unchains something wild in me. My cock aches, desperate to bury itself inside her lush heat.
“I could eat you out all night, Sparky. You taste so fucking good. How in the world have I managed to live without you all this time?”
She yells, arching back and grinding my head against her mound. Beast mode takes over. I lap and swirl her clit, adding a second finger until she trembles around me, hot, slick, and ready to explode.
“That’s it, Sparky. Surrender to me. Give me everything.”
She exhales sharply, legs shaking violently, and pussy tightening around my fingers until the flutters along her walls transform into violent spasms, wet heat spilling over as she comes undone. The fingernails of her other hand dig into my back, sharp enough to leave welts I’ll wear with pride.
She collapses against the couch, flushed and trembling. I press a kiss to her thigh, softer this time, giving her body a chance to catch up with her heart.
I lift my head, chuckling deep in my throat.
She struggles to breathe, grasping her chest with her hand. “Oh, God,” she exclaims between pants. “Is that what you learned in my books?”
“Sure.” I wink, savoring the physical evidence of her ravishment. Finally and truly taking a page from her books, I say authoritatively, “Now, I’m going to fuck you seven ways from Sunday … until you forget your name.”
“Oh, Ambrose,” she sighs, exhausted and seething with anticipation simultaneously.
“I’m clean, and I’ll use a condom. Unless you’re on birth control?”
She shakes her head, still panting hard. “Can I help you put it on?” she asks, suddenly lifting her head.
Her question startles a laugh out of me.
“What? I’ve been wondering for years about how dicks work. I mean, I know what I’ve read in books, but I’m thoroughly excited to learn yours inside and out.”
“Fuck, Catalina,” I exclaim, shaking my head.
“What?”
