With shaking fingers, I manage to rip open the package. Just as I’m about to put it on him, I gaze at his cock. It’s perfect, he’s perfect, and the urge to taste him on my tongue overtakes me.
I shift, turn, and lift, licking him before he can stop me.
He groans, and his hands come to tangle in my hair.
Encouraged, I slide the tip into my mouth, working my tongue down his length.
A guttural sound emerges from his throat. “Good girl.”
I experience a surge of pride at his approval that I don’t want to think too much about. But I double my efforts, taking him as far into my mouth as I can before pulling back out again.
“Fuck.” His fingers tighten in my hair. “So good, Catarina. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
In answer I slide back down, taking him deeper and deeper until I gag and pull back up.
“Pretty soon you’re going to learn how to push past that reflex, and I’m going to come down your tight throat.” He fists my hair and pulls, forcing me to release him.
I look up and he delivers a brutal kiss that actually curls my toes and has me straining to meet him.
He releases my lips and whispers, “But right now I want to fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“Put on the condom.”
I lean back and do what I’m told, sliding the latex down his shaft.
I glance up at him, and kneeling like I am, I must look like an eager puppy. The visual should stop me cold, but I can’t work up the energy to care. All my energy is expended in wanting him.
He smiles and pushes me backward.
Spreading my thighs wide, he plays over my clit before he grips my legs and pushes slowly inside.
He stretches me, inch by inch. Pulling out before surging back.
Shallow and then deep.
Stilling as my body accommodates him.
And when he’s finally inside me, I grip his arm and pull him down, so grateful he doesn’t fight me. When his chest brushes my over sensitive breasts, I let out a soft moan.
My head falls back and I say, “Yes, this is what I want, your skin on mine.”
“Yes.” He covers me, whispering in my ear. “Your skin on mine. My cock inside you.”
“Yes,” I whisper against his cheek. “I’ve been wanting it so long.”
“Me too, baby.” He bites my neck, sucking the flesh where my pulse is pounding away.
“I like that.” Confession feels right in this moment. It’s been a long time since I felt vulnerable, when I wasn’t protecting myself and deflecting. I want to let it all go, so I do it again—admit what I like. “Almost as much as when you call me Catarina.”
He shifts his hips, circling—grinding against me in a slow, torturous rhythm. “Your cunt is so tight.”
I gasp at his next pass, surging to meet him. I grip his hips with my thighs, digging my nails into his skin. “You’re so good.”
He nips my jawline. “We’re so good.”
“I want more.”
