Chapter 20 Caterina
Caterina
I brought our bags to my private jet as Malachi and Cornelius checked everything over.
Xavier’s body was finally delivered a few days ago.
Spencer said he died days ago, but she was having fun until his body started to smell.
I wanted to know what happened to Spencer to make her as depraved as she was, but she was sealed tighter than a vault door.
I knew she was in a cult growing up, but other than that, she didn’t talk.
Even Luca couldn’t get information from her.
Vincenzo would retaliate, but I didn’t know when.
Word would get around we were in New York, so he might do something when we were away because he was a coward.
After he killed Angel and now this, there weren’t many attempts or attacks on us.
He was planning something. Or maybe he thought Xavier would actually succeed.
When I returned, I would deal with everything.
My wife deserved to live her life, and goddamnit I was going to give her everything.
Harlow took my hand as we boarded the jet.
Normally, I had someone fly with me to do the drinks and food, but it’s a two-hour flight, and food was the last thing I planned on eating.
Harlow was finding herself and exploring new things, and I was a smug son of a bitch because I was the lucky one who got to experience everything with her.
My queen would get everything she desired and more.
When we departed and got high enough, Harlow unbuckled her seatbelt and stripped out of her dress.
She had a red lace set on, and my God she looked sinful.
Harlow was my favorite form of art, and art deserved to be admired; just like goddesses deserved to be worshiped.
I slowly removed my suit jacket. I popped my suspenders, and her eyes lit up.
Lizzy showed her Instagram, and apparently she found a compilation of women undoing their suspenders.
Harlow grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me into her.
Her fingers confidently snapped my suspenders before unbuttoning my black slacks and tugging them down my legs.
She grabbed the bottom of my button-up, pulling hard, only for her desired outcome not to happen.
Harlow grumbled in frustration, undoing each button until she pushed the fabric off of my body.
“They make that look easier on TV and in books.” Harlow dropped to her knees, but I stopped her.
“I worship you, belissima.”
She nodded, and I fell to my knees, crawling to her.
Harlow watched in disbelief, and I smirked at the blush that kissed her chest, making its way up to her cheeks.
I didn’t get on my knees for anyone, but Harlow was my queen.
Harlow rested against the wall of the plane, watching me intently as I kneeled at her feet.
My lips scattered kisses up her legs, nibbling her inner thighs before kissing the top of her pussy.
The crotchless panties were a godsend. I pressed Harlow against the wall, pulling one leg over my shoulder as I spread her wide.
She was drenched, and I was ready to dive in.
I licked her, savoring her divine taste before wrapping my lips around her clit.
There was nothing sweet about the way I devoured her.
I feasted on her like a woman deprived of her favorite meal.
I wanted her to come on my face, for my name to fall from her lips while we were 30,000 feet in the air—but not yet.
This was a treat I wanted to savor until the last moment.
I buried myself between her thighs, flattening my tongue and running it up the length of her pussy.
I peered up at her, surprised to see her watching me.
My teeth scraped gently against her clit before I sucked hard once more.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as her orgasm crested closer to the edge.
I stopped sucking her clit to lick her, teasing her slightly, which earned me a whimper of displeasure.
Harlow fisted my hair and brought my face back to her clit.
My girl was very demanding tonight, and I loved it.
It didn’t take long for her thighs to grasp my head in a vise grip. Her fingers tugged my hair, sending pleasure straight to my clit as her back arched. My name fell from her lips in a satisfying shriek that I was positive my pilots heard.
“Holy God,” Harlow whimpered. “I still can’t believe that you can do that with just your mouth.”
“I have many talents. Just like this one.” I pushed a button on the wall closest to the cockpit, and the seats converted into a queen-size bed. Harlow gaped at the bed with blood-red silk sheets and luxury pillows.
She looked at me, and I couldn’t help but smirk at her shock. “You have entirely too much money.”
“It’s enough to spoil my queen with.”
Harlow grabbed me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips trailed fervent kisses down my jawline, throat, and chest. She unhooked my bra, tugging it away from me and tossing it to the other end of the plane before latching her lips onto my pert nipple and kneading the right.
I swapped us, pushing her onto the bed and crawling on top of her.
My lips met hers with a force that sent a jolt straight to more core.
She responded immediately, deepening the kiss even more.
The kiss was frantic and desperate, yet full of passion and need.
Our breaths mingled as our mouths moved together in a hungry rhythm.
Kissing Harlow was my favorite pastime. I pulled away from her, and she whimpered.
“Please, Caterina.”
“Don’t worry, bellissima, I’m going to give you everything you desire.
” I straddled the bed, pulling my panties down my thighs and slipping out of them.
Something told me to do this before we got into bed, but my girl was desperate, and I wanted to kiss her.
“Patience. If you want me to stop at any point just say red or tell me to stop, okay?”
She nodded, perching up on her elbows to watch me.
I spread her legs, positioning myself between her thighs with her left leg over my shoulder.
To say I was skilled at scissoring would be a lie.
I never got close to people to be this intimate.
Normally I would eat a girl out and fuck her with my strap before sending her on her way.
This would be something new for Harlow and me to experience ourselves, which made the moment much more intimate.
I aligned my pussy with hers as I watched Harlow intently.
Her cheeks were flushed red, and she had a lust-filled haze in her gorgeous, dark eyes.
There was no reason to deny her pleasure anymore.
I grasped her thigh, grinding my hips in a slow, sensual movement that made Harlow whine.
It was a symphony to my ears. I loved hearing her reaction to the way I made her feel.
I picked up speed, my breasts bouncing as my orgasm built in my core.
Harlow bit her lip, her hands flying to her pert breasts and playing with her nipples.
“Just like that, baby. Fuck.” I leaned forward, spreading Harlow as I captured her lips in mine.
Our bodies were perfectly in sync as our pussies slid against each other.
This was better than I ever imagined it would be.
My hips rolled against hers as our mouths molded together.
Harlow whimpered against me, her orgasm getting closer.
Her arm wrapped around my neck as her back arched against my body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard.
My pussy slid against hers as I fucked her.
I chased my orgasm; my fingers dug into her shoulder as my hips moved with fervor until my body spasmed and I came against her. My body collapsed on top of hers.
“Fucking hell, Harlow,” I moaned into her neck.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” She nipped at my neck.
“Careful, bellissima. You’ll start another round.”
“Then I say you should put your pretty pussy on my face and go for a ride,” she sang zealously as she positioned herself more on the bed with a wide grin.
Harlow was going to get me in trouble.