Page 158 of Caterina
Her tongue is doing things to me that I'm going to be thinking about for the rest of my life.
My breathing is ragged.
My body is taut as a bowstring.
My cock slowly disappears between her perfect lips. Her eyes are locked on mine, watching me the whole time.
She's not just sucking my dick. She's savoring me. Worshipping me.
I'm a religious experience for her. She's a religious experience for me. The most beautiful, dangerous religion I've ever seen. And I will worship at her altar for the rest of my life.
My control is completely gone. My hips are moving in a steady rhythm. She is letting me fuck her mouth, her lips and tongue working me in a way that is both submissive and in complete control.
My hands are in her hair now, my fingers tangled in the silky strands.
I'm being too rough.
I try to slow down, pull back.
Her response is to take me deeper.
I see her cheeks hollow out. I feel the suction. Her other hand comes up to cup my balls, and I am done for. Utterly, completely, and totally done for.
The pressure is building. A tidal wave of pleasure is gathering at the base of my spine, and I know I'm not going to last. Not like this. Not with her.
"Caterina," I warn again, my voice raw and ragged.
She just moans around my cock and takes me deeper. I feel the head of my cock touch the back of her throat. Her throat constricts.
I hold still, the pleasure impossibly intense. I think about what it's going to feel like when I come down her throat.
But not yet. I'm not done yet. I should finish, so she can stop. But the selfish bastard in me wants more.
And then I see her.
Her hips are moving, a slow, subtle grinding against the mattress. She is getting off on this. On pleasuring me. On my taste.
On my pleasure.
The thought sends a fresh jolt of electricity through me, a dark, possessive thrill that chases the pleasure.
I tighten my grip in her hair.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes lift to mine, dark and dazed with her own desire.
I start to move again, a slow, deliberate thrusting into her mouth. I set the pace now. She accepts it, her hands gripping my hips as she takes what I give her.
My gaze is locked with hers. I am watching her. I am watching her take my cock, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
She is beautiful. She is mine.
The wave is cresting now, my whole body tensing in anticipation.
"I'm going to come." It's a guttural sound. Possessive. "Right down your throat."
Her eyes widen a little at my words.
