Page 62 of The Vows We Keep
But is this perhaps themorethat King and Clutch and Spark have found? The more beyond the purely physical release of sex. It’s the more that causes people to do strange things, like propose or imagine a picket fence and a happy fucking family.
I gently nudge Catalina under the shower. She tips her head back and rinses her hair and body. Soapy water sluices between her breasts and the dip that leads to her cunt. I wonder if she’d ever let me take a photograph of her just like this for the days when I’m on the road.
I could jerk one out in record time to this image.
When she’s soap free, she switches our places so I’m under the hot water, then switches us back again before she washes me. Gentle hands tease as they explore my body. I watch as they stroke over years of ink and history on my skin, soaping and rinsing until every inch of me is clean and warm again.
Her hand slides down to my cock, and she grips it firmly. When she begins to slide her palm up and down between us, I close my eyes and let the sensation rid me of the fatigue I felt after a long day’s ride.
Lips closing around me make me jump, and I open my eyes to Catalina on her knees.
I suck in air between my teeth. “Suck it hard.”
She does. Her lips tighten their hold, she sucks more firmly until she’s tugging on my head. If she does that for too long, I’m gonna blow. Never considered myself a fast trigger, but there’s something about those lips of hers and the visual of her on her knees, water trailing over her tits, that makes me want to blow deep down her throat.
I step back, feeling the loss when I slip from her mouth.
“I was enjoying that.” Catalina pouts.
I help her stand. “So was I. And that was the problem. I want to fuck you. How do you want it?”
“Subtle.” The sound of Catalina’s laughter does something to my insides I can’t put a name to. It’s like I’ve heard it all my life yet I’m hearing it for the first time. It’s the sweetest fucking sound that chips at the edges of me that don’t usually care how someone else feels.
Gripping her hips, I turn her so she faces the wall. Then I tug her hips out a little so she’s bent forward, her palms on the cool tile. “I thought you asked me how I wanted it.”
I grab the condom and put it on. “You were taking too long.” But I wait for the reassurance from her that she’s cool with what I’m about to do.
Biting my lip, I wait until I feel the wiggle of her hips.
“Nowyou’retaking too long,” she says.
I line myself up with her soft pussy as water pounds on her back from the shower. I slide into her in one firm thrust that has us both gasping.
“Never felt so good,” I say as my balls bottom out against her and I nudge her forward.
“Same,” she says, but the words come on a breath.
We move against each other as if we can’t bear waiting another second. I swear to God, it’s like her ass vibrates. Up and down in fast strokes while I pound into her from behind. I wrap a hand around her so I can reach her clit. I close my eyes as water rains down on my head, but it heightens my senses. All I can feel is her warmth, her body responding to mine, her clit becoming firm beneath my fingertips.
“Niro,” Catalina cries out. “Just like that. Please.”
When I’ve had sex in the past, I’ve been a selfish lover. Usually disinterested in anything but my own means. Sometimes the person I was with would come, sometimes they wouldn’t. I never felt that was my responsibility. But with Catalina, I want her to get everything she needs from me.
I bite down the idea that it will make her less likely to leave.
And suddenly I need my hands on her. Everywhere. Stroking down her spine, gripping her breast to squeeze her nipple. I want to be in her and on her and all around her. I want her over me and under me and available to me.
Most of all, I want her to come because of me. I want her pussy to squeeze me. I want her soaked through want of me.
“Jesus, Cat,” I grunt, as I pound into her.
Unable to control myself, I bite her shoulder, and slide a hand around her throat. She doesn’t tell me to stop, so I squeeze a little harder and she comes. The orgasm rattles through her in cries of pleasure and ripples through her pussy.
And I gasp as my cum explodes within her. Deep, pulsing waves that leave my knees so weak, I have to slam my palm against the wall over Catalina’s head as my sight flickers and stars float in my peripheral vision.
I slow my hips, wanting the feeling to last, while knowing I need to deal with the condom between us. The last few thrusts ease both of us down before I pull out of her.
I help her stand and face me. There is a red mark on her neck where I held her, and I press my lips to it. “Did I hurt you?”
