Page 169 of Caterina
Chapter Twenty Six
Caterina
Adrian is inside me. Fully and completely.
I am so full.
It is a perfect feeling.
He is a perfect fit.
I kiss him back, pouring all of the things I'm feeling into it. The awe, the pleasure, the overwhelming sense of rightness.
This feels right.
Being with him. Like this.
It's the most natural thing in the world.
He starts to move, a slow, gentle rocking of his hips.
It's a delicious friction.
I move with him, my body instinctively knowing the rhythm, the dance.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, sliding against each other in the most delicious way.
His hands are on my hips, guiding me, holding me close.
My hands are on his back, my nails digging into his skin, urging him on.
"Look at me," he commands.
My eyes meet his.
He brushes my bangs out of my eyes in an oddly sweet gesture.
"I need to see you, Caterina," he says, in this soft, quiet voice that makes me melt.
Then he pulls back, sliding out of me until only the head of his cock is inside.
He holds there for a moment, our gazes locked. The anticipation is a sweet, sharp ache.
Then he slides back in, filling me achingly slowly.
I'm going to die. I am going to die on this man's cock.
He does it again.
And again.
The slow, deliberate thrusting is torture. It's blissful, exquisite torture.
Each stroke is a revelation, a new wave of pleasure that washes over me.
He is not just fucking me. He is making love to me. And I am loving it.
I'm not thinking about the danger or any of the complications that will surely come in the morning.
