I simply bask in the moment, in the knowledge that Cat wants me. Wants this. As I do, the rest of the world fades away.
I really don’t know how to deal with this. “Cat.”
She pops my cock from her mouth, licking those plump, gorgeous lips. “Yeah?”
She’s perfect. I gently tug her hair. “I need to be inside you.”
She lies back, spreading her thighs. “Come here, Connor.” The smile on her lips, soft and sweet and only for me, beckons me closer.
My wish is her command.
She pushes the romper to the side, exposing her slick pussy.
I kick off my pants and position myself between her legs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. Lining up my cock, I rest the head right at her opening, sliding against the wet folds.
She gasps, her hips bucking in an effort to get me where she wants me. Where we both need to be.
With one hand cupping her neck and my thumb stroking her throat, I meet her eyes.
I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want Caterina Ricci.
I’m so fucking screwed, and I don’t even care.
“You ready for me, Cat?” I flick my tongue across her lips.
She nods, her cheeks red and her eyes dark with desire. “Do it. Please. I’m dying here, Connor.” She lifts her hips and guides me in.
We moan together. My lips crash down on hers, our tongues intertwining briefly as I taste her.
Our hips move faster, and the kiss breaks off. I trail my mouth down her jaw, biting her neck and drawing a cry from her.
She’s so tight, squeezing my cock with each thrust. Her arms encircle my back, her nails scratching over my skin. I’m going to be torn to shreds before we end this, and I’ll bear the pain without a single complaint.
She writhes underneath me, soft little moans spilling past her lips. Some sound like my name while others are just noises, but it doesn’t matter.
Every single one sparks heat through me, driving me deeper while the pleasure soars higher.
Being…on her, inside her, near her warmth and scent and body…
If heaven exists, I’m pretty sure it’s right here with Cat.
I never want this to end.
With my free hand, I grip her hips, tilt them up, and thrust.
She gasps and tosses her head back against the couch. “Connor…yes. Just…like that…”
Even her voice is fucking perfect. I attack her throat, sucking dark hickeys onto her pretty olive skin.
Leaving marks. Proof that this happened, that the sizzling energy between us is real.
“Cat…” I groan against her skin, my hands clutching her hips.
“Connor…” She gasps for air before finding her voice. “Connor, look at me.”
Our gazes lock, and I might just drown in her glorious hazel eyes.
So many things I should say, yet I have no idea where to begin. Instead, I convey all I can with my eyes, hoping she gets the message as I plunge into her over and over.
