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“Fuck, that feels good,” I murmur as she slides up and back down again, but I want more. I don’t want an emotionless blowjob, however, arousing it is to see my beautiful wife kneeling for me of her own volition in front of the fireplace as I lean back and watch my cock slide between her lips. I wanther, the softness of her body, the warmth of her, the comfort of another human holding me. A person who, for all our conflicts and difficulties, is bound to me and my life.
I reach for her, pulling her off of my cock as I stand up, and I see the surprise in Caterina’s face as I turn her towards the bed. “Go and lay down,” I tell her, but again, there’s no cruelty in my voice, no hint of order. That might be why she goes without hesitation, the sight of her ass in the lavender material stretched tightly over it, arousing me even more. I can see the hints of welts left from her most recent spanking, and my cock throbs at the sight, remembering the pleasure of punishing her, of hearing her beg for me despite the spanking she received.
But that isn’t what I want from her tonight. I follow her to the bed, stripping off as I go. I swallow hard with desire when I see Caterina slide her panties down her hips, one hand going up to unhook her bra as she tosses it aside. She turns to face me, slender and nude, and I can see the flicker of worry in her eyes. Her wounds are beginning to heal, showing where they’ll leave scars behind, and I know she’s afraid I won’t want her, that I won’t desire her any longer when her pale flesh is covered in scars.
I know that I won’t care. If anything, the scars on her body remind me of her strength, that she survived something that I’ve known grown men to cripple under the weight of, that she fought back and refused to die. She’s all the more beautiful to me for that, even if I’m still angry at her for trying to run.
At least now, I understand why she did, even if I can’t comprehend how she could have imagined I’d do something so terrible. I can understand the fear that would have driven her to try to run.
All I can hope is that there’s a way for us to move forward from this, that the miscommunications between us, the secrets and the lies, and the ways that we’ve both hidden a great deal from each other haven’t prevented us from having any sort of marriage at all. I don’t know what I want from Caterina any longer—my own feelings are as muddled and confused as hers, and I can hardly sort through it with my daughter downstairs clinging to life.
What I do know is that right now, tonight, she’s all that I want. She’s what Ineed;the only thing I can think of that can give me the comfort I crave. And so, when she slides naked onto the bed, I follow her, reaching to pull her into my arms as I lean over her slender body, kissing her full lips slowly and unhurriedly, wanting to savor her mouth.
She always tastes so sweet. I suck her lower lip between mine, licking along the edge of it, and I hear her soft gasp. She twitches beneath me, her hands coming up to press against my shoulders. I slide one arm underneath her, moving her up to brace against the pillows as I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth.
Caterina moans softly, arching against me, and I feel my cock harden against her thigh, aching with the need to be inside of her. I want her, but I want the distraction most of all, and I want to make this last as long as possible for exactly that reason. I want to draw it out, to lose myself in the pleasure of her body for as long as I can, and I keep kissing her, running my hand down her side as I savor the taste of her lips.
“Viktor—” she whispers my name, and I can hear the hesitancy there, the confusion. I know this isn’t what she’s used to, not the man that she’s become accustomed to having in bed. I don’t know if I’veevertouched her this gently, but I don’t want to be rough with her tonight. I want to seduce her, to make her give herself over to me willingly, to beg for me because she wants more of the pleasure I can give her, not despite the pain.
My hand brushes over her flat belly, down to the space between her legs, over the naked flesh there. I can feel that she’s faintly wet, her lips warm and soft against my fingers. When I slip them in between, my fingertips brushing against her clit, she cries out against my mouth, her body arching again as her hips twitch against my hand.
“Viktor—” when she whispers my name again, this time, it’s more of a plea.
I want to give her what she’s asking for, what she’sbeggingme for. I rub my fingers against her, circling that hard nub; I can feel her soften against me, the rush of her arousal coating my fingers as I stroke her between our tangled bodies, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the feeling of her against me.
She feels so fuckinggood, her soft skin and small breasts, the warmth of her sinking into me as she tilts her chin up to kiss me again, and the brush of her tongue against mine nearly takes my breath away with how badly I want her.
At this moment, I feel as if I’d do anything, be anyone, if it meant keeping her by my side. If it meant Caterina would bemine, in every possible way.
Her body tenses, her hips arching tightly against my fingers, and I can feel the tremor that passes through her as her arms tighten around my neck, her mouth opening in a soft gasp. I know her well enough now to know the signs that mean she’s coming for me, and it feels good to know she’s giving in to it, that shewantsit, that she’s not fighting it. This isn’t despite herself. This is her wanting me, wanting the pleasure that I can give her, and the rush of need that washes over me at that thought is enough to make me want to plunge my cock into her now. I’m throbbing painfully against her thigh, my entire body rigid with the effort. I want to feel her coming against me for a moment more, the way her body shudders as she arches her back and moans against my lips.
And then, just as I feel her start to relax, her body sinking back into the mattress, her clit pulsing against my fingertips, I reach for my cock, angling it so that I can slip between her folds, and the feeling of my aching cockhead slipping into the tight, wet heat of her pussy is so good that I groan aloud, kissing her hard and fierce as I thrust into her.
Caterina’s legs tighten around me, wrapping around mine as she arches into the thrust, gasping with pleasure. I can still feel her fluttering from her orgasm, a sensation that makes my back arch, my fingers digging into the mattress as I start to fuck her harder, wanting more. As much as I want to go slowly, I can’t stop myself from thrusting hard and deep, wanting to feel all of her wrapped around me, wanting more of her small, eager cries as she arches up against me, her legs wrapped around my hips.
“Viktor–” she gasps my name again, and I feel a shudder of pleasure at the sound of it, my body reacting instantly to the sound of her voice, wanting more.
“Cat,” I whisper it softly in her ear, and I feel the tremble that ripples through her. I’ve heard Sofia call her the nickname before, but I’ve never called her anything so familiar. I don’t even know if she wants that, but in this particular moment, it feels right.
I want that familiarity with her. I wantus, beyond just the arrangement that I made with Luca. I don’t even know if that’s possible, after everything that’s happened between us. But all I know right now is that I don’t want to let her go.
I can feel her trembling around me, her muscles tightening with the oncoming rush of pleasure, and I know that I can’t hold mine back much longer either. “I’m–” the intensity of it is too much, I can barely speak, and I feel Caterina lean up, her lips brushing over mine.
“Me too,” she whispers, and then I feel her let go.
There’s no chance that I can last a second longer. She feels too good, every inch of her pressed against me, and my cock feels as if it’s about to burst. I thrust into her hard, reveling in the feeling of her clenching around me as her head drops back against the pillows, a long moan slipping from her lips as her arms tighten around my neck. I feel her come hard, my orgasm following close behind.
For that one blissful moment, everything slips away–all of my fears and worries and anger, everything that crowds together in my head all day, every day. There’s nothing but her, soft and warm and wanting, clasped in my arms, and I forget everything else.
“Caterina!” I groan out her name against her mouth as I come, filling her as I thrust into her as deeply as I can and stay there, my hips rocking against hers as I feel the hot rush of my orgasm, the ecstasy of it rippling along my spine and lighting every nerve in my body on fire, a pleasure like nothing I’ve felt with any other woman.
Life with Caterina isn’t easy. She’s far from being the compliant bride that I’d expected. But being with her is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I don’t want to lose her.
