"Yes," she whispered. "Yes," she said again, more firmly.
Fuck. If I wasn't careful, I'd have a permanent imprint of my zipper on my dick. Knowing her, she'd find it hilarious and laugh at me until I was balls deep inside her.
I stared into her eyes, raising her dress over her ass. "Don't look away from me. I want to make sure you're here, experiencing every second of this with me."
"Okay." She said the word so quietly I barely heard it. I knew I was pushing her, but she needed to know that this was where I wanted to be, wrapped in her arms, with her body against mine.
I didn't want any more barriers between us or unspoken words. I refused to allow them, and shedding her clothes was like breaking through the last wall she could use to push me away.
I raised her dress slowly, wanting to kiss and lick every freckle, mole, or mark, but I knew if I looked away, even for a second, she would shy away from me. So I resisted the urge, no matter how hard it was. But I couldn't stop myself from touching her.
Sliding my palms up her soft skin to her sides, I followed each rib until I'd gotten to her chest. For a moment, neither of us moved. It was my silent request to continue. And when she lifted her arms, I had my answer.
The moment the dress hit the floor, I scanned her body. I memorized every bump, even the smallest scar. I took them all in, all the things that made up the woman I loved. They were a map of her, the owner of my heart, my perfect vicious little queen.
Gathering her into my arms, I kissed her again. Kissed her with every bit of my elation and the deepest depths of my desires. I poured everything that I had, that Iwas,into that kiss.
She moaned, my blood rejoicing at the sound. I slid my hands down her back to her bra and undid the closure. Then I slipped it off, groaning when her bare breasts pressed against my chest.
I closed my hand around her throat, choking her, her loud moan music to my ears.
I stroked her skin, then coasted down, plucking her hard nipple. She gasped, and I shared my air with her, kissing her once more while I kneaded her breast in my hand. She writhed against me, shifting her hips, and I smiled into our kiss.
"Tell me what you want, Catalina."
"Keep doing that."
"This?" I pinched her nipple, and she moaned.
"Yes, please."
I trailed kisses down her neck, biting the junction at her throat, and she tilted her head back and to the side, giving me as much access as I wanted. The softness of her skin on my lips and her moans were the sweetest form of sin.
"What else do you want, my vicious little queen?"
Catalina whimpered, and I grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard. She arched her back, pressing her hips against mine. "Make me come again… please."
I would have done it regardless, but my queen knew I liked it when she begged. I pulled her panties down and she kicked them and her heels off. Then I lifted her in my arms, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
Cupping her pussy, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. "I want you to be vocal with me, Catalina. I want to know every little thing you like, and you will tell me, with your mouth." I kissed down her chest to her breasts, her breathing growing more rushed. "With your moans." I licked her nipple, and she gasped. "And with your body." I rubbed her clit harder, faster, as she convulsed against me. "That's it, just like that. You're such a good girl. So perfect for me."
She shuddered at the praise and I took her nipple into my mouth, biting it. She jerked, moaning for me. Then I licked the bite, and she whimpered. Again and again I alternated, giving her both pain and pleasure. She responded to them so beautifully. She trusted me to appreciate and worship her body the way she deserved, and it was the greatest honor I'd ever received.
I moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth. Her head fell back against the wall, her eyes half closed, mouth parted as I tore every moan I could from her. They were mine—all that she was, every breath, every inch, every heartbeat—and I reveled in them.
I slid my finger down to her core, slipping just the tip inside, testing her. I searched her face for any sense of discomfort, but found nothing but pure pleasure, so I pushed deeper, rubbing her clit while I sucked on her nipple, and her moans grew louder.
She fisted my hair, clung to my shoulders as I slid my finger out, then back in. Out. In. I fucked her with it. And when I slid another finger inside of her; she cried out.
Slowly, I moved them within her, thrusting all the way to my palm, preparing her to take my cock. "You're soaking my hand, Catalina. Does it feel that good to you?"
"Y-yes," she moaned.
Her body trembled, and I fucked her faster, harder with my fingers. I wanted her to come all over them. I wanted to taste it. I wouldn't survive the night without burying my face between her silky thighs.
I curled them, and knew exactly when I hit the right spot because her mouth formed a perfect "O".
She shattered.
