Page 60 of Caged in Desire
“Henry?”
“Yes, Kitten?”
“Make love to me…”
He freezes, a panic briefly flashing in his eyes. “Katarina, I’ve never. I don’t—”
“I know.” I interrupt, caressing his cheek as I smile up at him, unable to stop myself from letting out a little giggle. “I haven’t either.”
His serious expression shifts as he grins down at me, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
He moves one hand to guide his cock to my entrance, groaning when he feels how wet I am. I’m preparing myself for him to thrust into me with his usual force, but he takes his time, rubbing my arousal up and down the length of my pussy, before slowly pushing his way inside. It’s not the usual pain with pleasure sensation I’m used to, but itispainfully slow.
“Fuck,” we say in unison when he’s seated as deep as possible inside me.
He begins moving immediately, pulling out only halfway before thrusting deeply again. Each time, he hits my G-spot perfectly. Combined with the friction on my clit from the pressure of his groin against mine, it takes no time before I feel that familiar coil form within my core.
“I love you, Katarina, and I hope you never doubt that for a second. If there is one thing you can be sure of your entire life, it’s my love for you,” he says before crashing his mouth to mine.
Torturing me with a languid pace, he teases, pulling almost all the way out before devastating me with each thrust back in. With one hand holding his weight, he lets the other explore, his touch gentle as he worships my body with his fingers and mouth. The combination of everything is overwhelming.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he says, shaking with restraint. “I can’t hold out much longer, Kitten. I need you to come for me.”
He lowers his hand between us, using his thumb to rub circles around my clit. Once, twice…I writhe under him as my orgasm crashes into me, sending ripples of pleasure from my core throughout my entire body.
“That’s it, love. Come on my cock.Fuck!”
I’m still shaking when he thrusts into me one last time, his body going still as he pulses inside me, painting my walls with cum. I’m still shaking when he drops his head to rest against mine, telling me over and over how much he loves me. He rolls us so that I’m lying on him, both of us breathless as we lie entwined in each other’s arms.
He sits up, bringing me onto his lap, the change in position causing his dick to slide out of me in the process. My sadness over our broken connection is short-lived when I notice the wet strand of arousal connecting me to him.
“See something you like, Kitten?” he asks, kissing the top of my head when I nod. He strokes his hand up and down my back, and I try to reciprocate, but my limbs aren’t cooperating.
“Ugh, can’t move,” I mumble into his chest.
With a chuckle, he wraps both of his long, strong arms around me. “Not a problem for me. I actually prefer when you can’t.”
“You’re ridiculous, Mr. Sinclair.” I roll my eyes.
I look up to see my husband staring down at me with amusement. “Yes, but you love me.”
“I love youverymuch.”
Chapter twenty-nine
“I don’t know, Daddy. I thought it looked better the other way around.”
I know for a fact that Katarina is teasing me, making me switch the orientation of our stockings and garland draping the fireplace in my study at least three times in a row. But she looks so distracting in her red silk pajamas that I’ve happily obliged her Christmas decorating whims all day.
We started with homemade Danish wedding cookies, and I’m more convinced than ever that I need to get back to my usual gym routine or I’ll have a stomach bigger than Santa’s. My wife is a wizard in the kitchen, particularly when it comes to baked goods, and everything she puts in my mouth is better than the last. I know it makes her feel like she’s taking care of me when she feeds me, and she’s right. There’s nothing like smelling something delicious wafting from the kitchen while I’m on a work call and having her burst into my study to stick something in my mouth.
She’s been on a Christmas spirit tear, and we’ve already gotten our bedroom, study, and sitting room decorated. Trimming thebig tree in the sitting room earlier while music played softly in the background felt like a fever dream, like I couldn’t possibly be lucky enough that this is my life.
I switch the stockings one last time, then box her in with both of my hands on the mantel.
