Page 36 of Hearts of Wealth

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled.

I turned back toward him, giving him a teasing smile. “I thought you needed a second.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “For heaven’s sake, woman. I mean it. Stay put.”

He moved over me, pinning my hands above my head as he looked down at me. His eyes bore into mine, a potent mix of desire and determination making me shiver with excitement. My heart pounded in my chest as his gaze roved over my body, each lingering glance heating my skin like the touch of invisible fingers.

“Kitcat,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I can’t let you go yet. I’ve only just started.”

He moved to hold my wrists with my hand and ran his fingers down my arm. When he touched the sensitive flesh on the underside, it was nearly my undoing.

I gasped, my eyes snapping shut as an unexpected wave of pleasure hit me. His lips pressed against my earlobe, his voice a low whisper. “I love you, Catherine.”

The feel of his warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. His hand continued its torturous path, tracing invisible patterns across my skin. I surrendered to the sensations he evoked, my body arching towards him involuntarily.

He kissed my neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth. I groaned, writhing under his hard body. I was desperate to feel him inside me. “Please,” I whimpered.

“Oh baby, we’ve just gotten started.”

His voice was rough with desire, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He continued his exploration of my body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My breath hitched as his hand moved lower, closing around my hip before slowly inching its way towards the warmth between my legs.

“Keep your hands up,” he said and pulled his hand away.

I did as he asked. I was completely vulnerable to him. He kissed each nipple with his hand working between my legs.

A sharp gasp escaped me as his fingers brushed against my sensitized flesh. His lips closed around my nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud in a way that sent shock waves coursing through my body. My hips bucked against his hand, eager for more of his touch.

His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, lavishing attention on each until I was a writhing mess beneath him. His fingers at my center were relentless, stroking and teasing while providing just enough pressure to keep me teetering on the edge.

“Please,” I begged again, desperate for release. My hands clenched into fists above my head, my nails digging into the palm of my hands. I wanted him, needed him like I had never needed anyone before.

“Begging so soon?” he murmured, his lips moving against the skin of my stomach, his words sending vibrations through me that only heightened my need.

“Timothy...” My voice was a ragged whisper, my world narrowing down to just him and the sensations he elicited within me.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

His hand moved lower, his fingers splaying across my core. His touch was feather-light at first, but gradually, the pressure increased. He teased my slick folds, his touch becoming bolder until I was gasping and writhing beneath him. His other hand moved down to hold my thigh open, giving him better access. My muscles tensed in anticipation.

“Timothy,” I whimpered, my voice desperate and pleading.

“I hear you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. His fingers slipped inside me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. My world turned white as he began to move them slowly but surely. Each stroke of his fingers sent shivers down my spine, each touch igniting a spot deep within me that I hadn’t known existed. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming, and completely consuming.

I twisted my hands in the sheets above my head, my back arching as his fingers worked their magic. The room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths mixed with the faint rustling of sheets. He continued his assault on my senses, driving me further and further toward the edge.

He climbed over me, giving me no time to prepare myself for his invasion. The moment the head of his cock brushed across my folds, I exploded. The sound that escaped me was primal.

Timothy pushed inside as my body contracted around him, squeezing and pulling. His groan echoed around the room, a deep sound filled with pleasure and satisfaction. I was glad Paisley wasn’t home. She would have definitely heard. His pace was slow, almost torturous, every inch of him filling me completely. The sensation was beyond anything I could have imagined, an intense feeling that threatened to consume me whole.

Each thrust was a delicious torture, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my entire body. The room fell away, replaced by Timothy’s intoxicating scent and the feel of his hard body against mine.

Gasping for breath, I clung on to him, my fingers digging into his muscular back. He kissed my neck again, running his tongue along the sensitive skin.

His movements grew frantic as he chased his orgasm. Seconds later, he was shouting at the ceiling as he found his release. I held him close, finding myself more in love with him that I thought was possible.

We stayed intertwined in each other’s arms for a long time. I had no desire to move. He was too comfortable.

“Move in,” he said.