Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KATERINA
I let out an undignified squeal as Stefano hauls me on to his lap without warning. Any confusion I might have evaporates when he grips my hips firmly and pulls me down against his rigid cock. I let out a feral whimper when his hard length grinds against me from clit to cunt.
I lay my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself against his broad chest. I claw at the fabric, irritated to have anything separating me from him. His dimple appears when he finally comprehends how much his clothes are frustrating me and he releases my hips to unbutton his shirt. His shirt parts wider and I take the opportunity to slide my fingers under the fabric, dusting my touch across his chest as I snake my hips, rubbing my pussy against his impossibly hard cock.
When he reaches the last button, he pulls out the shirt from his waistband and lets it fall wide open. He’s a glorious blend of lean muscle adorned with soft accents of hair that only make his physique more enticing. I don’t even try to hide how much the sight of him bared to me turns me on. I lick my bottom lip before pulling myself closer, running gentle kisses down the slope of his neck and nuzzling under his collar to nip and bite at his collarbone.
There’s something about his scent that drives me wild. It’s so rich and warm and welcoming. He smells like home. Safe, secure, and somehow sinful along with it. I let out a moan as I exhale, scraping my nails hard against the muscle across his shoulders.
“Be a good girl and take what you need from me, micetta . Careful of those claws,” he says with a wicked grin. “Unless, of course, you enjoy marking what’s yours.” His hands glide along my outer thighs, stopping when they reach the curve of my ass. He massages my cheeks before suddenly pulling one hand back and spanking me with just enough force to leave a delicious sting heating my skin. “I know I do.”
“Do that again,” I whisper so quietly that I’m not sure he’s heard me. I gasp in surprise when I hear the next strike a fraction of a second before the same warmth blooms on the other side. My eyelids drift shut as I sink into the sensation, revelling in the heat that radiates up my spine and through my core. My body takes control, seeking more sensation and rocking against him.
This hunger for Stefano Tiero feels urgent, like there’s no time and I’m so far gone for him that I’ve lost all reason. I don’t care that I’m still fully clothed. I just need to feel his hard body beneath me, giving me everything I need to fall apart. Every grind of my hips brings me closer to detonating. My breaths become ragged, laced with desperate pants and wanton moans.
That wicked dimple pops on his cheek as I brush the head of his cock against my clit. “I can feel your hot little pussy teasing my dick. Keep this up and you’ll make me come so hard, sweetheart.” There’s a smile on his lips and a sweet agony in his tone. He’s almost as lost to this as I am.
“That sounds like a challenge,” I purr, my hips never stopping their unrelenting pace against him. Every motion brings me closer to the edge of orgasm, and from the pleasure etched on his face it’s obvious the same is true for him.
I don’t know how we got here, but clothes-on-rutting is turning out to be one of the most erotic things I’ve experienced and doesn’t hold a candle to the desperate fumbles I had as a teenager. Perhaps you need the experience of age to know exactly how you can torture your partner with understated intimacies.
The moment the first groan passes his lips, I’m done for. There’s nothing hotter than hearing how much your man is enjoying you. The low growls and husky grunts as he attempts to stave off his orgasm and hold himself still are my undoing. As I increase the tempo against his cock, his jaw clenches and neck strains, and I know I’ve succeeded in making him come first. It’s the last piece of the puzzle and exactly what I need to tumble over the edge of my climax. My body seizes in ecstasy and a flourish of stars dance behind my eyelids as I collapse against Stefano’s heaving chest .
His arms wrap around me in a tight embrace, and I nuzzle into his neck, resting my cheek against the rhythmic drumming of his pulse.
I’m unaware as I drift off to sleep, but I wake a little while later in my bed, wrapped around his warm, freshly showered body—the scent of his shower gel, heady and soothing. He’s naked underneath me and I revel in the heat of his skin as it warms my cheek. I have no idea how he carried me without waking me, but I close my eyes and drift back to sleep, happy in the embrace of someone who makes me feel more treasured than anyone on this earth ever has.
My last thought before I lose my battle with contentedness is as reassuring as it is unsettling. How did we deny ourselves this connection for so long? It’s more right than anything I’ve ever known. And how the fuck will I survive if it doesn’t work out?