Page 168 of Caterina
She makes a frustrated sound, a desperate whimper that is almost my undoing.
"Please, Adrian," she whispers.
"I need to be inside you."
She nods, a slow, languid movement. "Yes," she whispers. "Now, Adrian. I can't wait any longer."
I shift us, lifting her leg higher. She reaches between us and takes my cock in her hand, and I have to bite back a groan.
She guides me to her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet folds.
She is already a sloppy, wet mess from my mouth and her orgasms. There's no resistance as I start to push inside her.
It's the tightest, hottest, most perfect thing I have ever felt.
I go slow, inch by inch, letting her get used to me. Letting myself get used to her. She's impossibly tight, a velvet fist gripping me, pulling me deeper.
Even better than I could've imagined.
I'm watching her face, trying to read her expression. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Relax, baby," I whisper when she tenses with a couple of inches to go.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. Her body relaxes, and I feel that tight fist loosen just a little. I take advantage and push deeper, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, final thrust.
We both gasp.
I'm buried inside her. Completely. Utterly.
She is so tight, so wet, so perfect.
I've never felt anything like this.
This feeling. This connection.
It's more than just the physical. It's everything.
My eyes close, and I just feel her. The heat of her, the tightness, the life pulsing between us.
She is everything.
"Adrian," she whispers, and I open my eyes.
She's looking at me, her eyes wide, a little dazed.
"Adrian," she says again, a little stronger this time. "You're huge."
I grin. "Is that a complaint?"
She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. "No. It's a statement of fact."
I flex my hips, and she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I like that.
I like that a lot.
I lean in and give her a deep kiss that's full of all the things I can't say.
