Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she replies, the corners of her mouth curling up for me. “You’re so much more . . . my heart is tied to you.” With a flutter of her eyes, she lifts her chin and sits higher, exhaling as she seats herself deeper on my length. “It’s more than physical with you.”
“I feel it too,” I whisper, sitting up to wrap my arms around her waist. “Do you want to do this? Want me to move in you? Show you everything I’ve wanted to do to you since the moment you walked back into my life?”
“Yes.” She takes another breath. “Please . . .” Words keep escaping her, but she rises to the occasion as if determined to move past the acclimation.
Rocking under her, I soak up the softest of mews she elicits. I nip at her earlobe, pulling it between my teeth before whispering, “I want you to fuck me, Cat. Do you understand?” She nods against my cheek, taking a breath and pushing down again. “That’s a good girl. Breathe for me and do it again.”
I was on the verge of madness, losing my mind without even being inside her. Now, my senses have returned, my thoughts intact. She feels incredible, but nothing about this will be slow. I can’t any longer. Bending to kiss under her jaw, I bite gently, thrusting to purge a moan from her lips. “I’m going to fuck you so good, sweetheart.”
When I flip her to the mattress, her hair flies in my face but settles around her like a halo. My sweet saving grace. Cat centers herself at an angle, then looks me over once before using her finger to come hither.
I climb on top of her, sliding my hands along her arms she laid above her head. I look at her tits, her nipples rising to greet me. Fucking beautiful. As she squirms beneath me, her chest heaves. Dragging my fingers over her mouth, I stick my thumb in from the corner and watch her wrap her lips around it and suck.
Fuck me.
I lose all sensibilities and start fucking her, thrusting so hard that my name comes out in vain. But she holds on, even digging her nails into my shoulders as if to prove a point. Point taken, baby. Game on. When I slow, she begs me to go fast, “Please, faster, babe.”
When I go faster, she breathes heavier and wants me to go slower. “What do you need, Catalina? Tell me. Faster. Harder. Slower. Softer. Just tell me, and I’ll do it for you.”
“I want—so good,” she says, licking her lips. “I want it all. I want all of you.”
“I’ll be everything for you.” Planting my hands beside her head, I say, “Remember, I love you.”
The rise of her brows and drop of her mouth have her asking, “Why do I need to remember—Oh God.”
I dive deep and pull out only to thrust inside her, claiming every part of her as mine like a conquering explorer. Her gasps and moans, her body and thrusts, her bucks and wiggles, I take everything she gives and plunge right back into her.
We align in rhythm, our bodies slick with desire, every ounce of my being awake and craving more. More. More of this. More of her and me together. The connection too strong to break even when she turns over and pushes up, wanting me to take her from behind.
I do. I do. I’ll take every which way, relishing in the knowledge that I’ll be rewarded as well. Holding her hips, I push into her, seated so I’m deep inside her depth. I’m not a selfish bastard. Not all the time that is. Reaching around, I slide two fingers into her wet lower lips and tease and circle before focusing on her swelling clit.
One touch, and she’s jerking and using her toes to slide up higher on the bed. I wrangle her still and increase the pressure on the sweet bud I love kissing.
The view of her ass is divine, but I want to see her when we finish, and I’m close. So is she. I stop, taking a breath to slow the pace, and find it ironic that I’m the one insistent now. For a good reason.
Bending over her, I kiss her back and shoulders, the North Star, and then say, “You look fucking amazing, but I want to look into your eyes when I come inside you.”
She drags her fingers over my abs, admiring the hard work I put in, and then lowers to the bed, sliding forward and rolling over for me. With her knees bent, she drags a hand over her inner thigh and lower. Her renewed confidence is a threat to my restraint. “I want that with you, too.”
The blankets are a mess underneath her, her hair just as wild, but she’s never looked as beautiful as she does now. I move to her, lifting to position myself at her entrance once more. With our gazes locked, I kiss her and push in—slow and steady—pulling back just enough to maintain eye contact.