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What would it be like to have this every day? To come home, read our child a story, then help myself to Caterina’s luscious curves? To hear her laugh and chat with me as she would with someone she…
I stop myself at the word.
I’m not quite certain what it is. Cherishes? Enjoys?
Loves?
Caterina will never love me. I’m certain of that fact. Not with the past we have, or the things that stand between us. She and I are attracted to each other, but love?
Love is an impossibility that I refuse to consider.
Caterina’s moan brings me back to the present. I break our kiss, tracing a pattern down her neck with my lips, my hands gripping the curves of her hips as she bucks against the counter.
As she presses against my cock, hard and ready in my pants.
“Elio,” she whispers as my lips graze her collarbone.
It’s a question.
It’s a plea.
And it breaks the moment.
I pull back.
It kills me to do that. Caterina is panting, staring at me with wide eyes, her pupils blown with lust. Her chest is heaving like she’s running a race, and it makes the tops of her breasts swell against the vee of her thin cotton shirt.
She’s so beautiful.
I know that if I pressed, we could do more. She would be willing to sit on the counter for me, wrap her legs around my hips. If I pressed my luck, I would potentially be able to get even further…
But I don’t want that.
I do want her, and I need to make that distinction, both for myself and for her. I definitely want Caterina’s willing bodyagain, and a shudder runs through me as I think about how wonderful she would feel wrapped around me once more.
I have never forgotten that night, and now with her body so close to mine, the dream of her feels almost a reality.
Yes. I want Caterina. I want her so badly that it physically pains me.
But the Caterina I want is the one who looked at me from under the stars that night with complete trust in her eyes. The one who straddled me with confidence, an easy smile on her lips as we considered our future together.
The one who wanted me, and all that I had to offer.
This Caterina is older, true. She is more beautiful for it, and wiser as well.
I don’t want her any less.
But I want the relationship that we could have had.
Not the one we have now, where I have trapped her into being mine.
Instead of her choosing it.
“Elio?” she asks again.
I slide back, regretting every movement. My mind screams at me that I am a fool, an idiot. That I am walking away from something good and wonderful.
I am.
