Chapter 82
Harlow
My life was perfected. I had an amazing woman who loved me and cherished every part of me.
She was gentle with me, learning how to love me again and taking her time to learn how to please me after experiencing trauma.
Caterina made love easy, so why was I depriving myself of her love?
She wouldn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite, actually.
Caterina would love me, cherish me, and give me pleasure to satisfy me.
My pleasure wasn’t a game for her. She wanted me to enjoy sex and get lost in the pleasure she gave me instead of being scared and crying.
I loved how she cared for me, used her body to pleasure me instead of expecting something in return.
Caterina was the epitome of love, and she was my favorite love story.
I wanted my wife. I was ready to bypass every step and have a mind-blowing night with my wife.
While I wasn’t ready for certain things just yet, I knew what I wanted, and Caterina was everything.
I caught her bottom lip with my teeth, causing her to moan, and I swear I saw cosmos.
There was something about hearing her moan that sent me to another dimension.
“Bed. Now.”
We quickly cleaned our mess and kissed the boys goodnight before Caterina carried me inside.
We laughed when she crashed into Moira and another maid as she continued to scurry away.
Moira would yell at her tomorrow, but if she attempted to stop Caterina now, I might bite the woman’s head off.
I needed Caterina the way I needed oxygen, and if I didn’t have her between my legs in the next five minutes, I might die.
I wanted to indulge in pleasure, but I also wanted to please my wife.
Caterina took her time with me, but I wanted to show her how much I appreciated her care.
I wanted to use my body and create art once more, but where we painted the canvas together.
I wanted our passion to ignite the night sky and make the cosmos jealous.
She fumbled with our bedroom door, growling as she kicked it open before slamming it shut and locking it.
Her fingers were desperate as she removed the dress, the fabric ripping under her touch.
I laughed as she tugged the torn fabric down my body and tossed it to the other end of the room.
She was desperate as I was, but the poor dress didn’t do anything to her.
With no more words, Caterina’s body engulfed mine.
Her mouth barely stayed on mine before she was trailing wet, scorching kisses down my body.
She went lower and lower until she pulled one thigh over her shoulder and pushed my other as far as it would go, spreading me wide.
“Grazie per questo tesoro,” she whispered in Italian.
Caterina looked at me like I was her treasure, even when we weren’t in intimate positions. She made me feel precious.
Caterina dove in, using her skilled tongue to drive me crazy.
And instead of falling through the cracks of pleasure, I watched her eat.
There was no surprise—Caterina was a master with her craft, devouring me like a ravenous animal, alternating between flicks over my clit, lazy circles, and thrusts of her tongue.
My thighs shook as my back arched. Instinctively, my hands went to her hair, tangling into her dark curls.
Her name flew from my lips as she lapped my orgasm.
She snaked up my body, taking my thighs with her, as she grabbed my jaw and kissed me with ferocity.
I’d never get tired of tasting myself on her lips.
I flipped us, surprising her as I straddled her hips.
My hands curled around her wrists and I held them above her head.
Caterina looked at me with a sexy smirk.
I knew she could take control back, but she was letting me do this because it was what I wanted.
She looked sinful and oh so perfectly mine.
“It’s my turn to show you how thankful I am for you,” I cooed as I shimmied down her body.
I got comfortable between her thighs, enjoying the sight before me.
Caterina was pretty, pink and drenched. She had a small patch of hair above her pussy, but it was nothing.
I was ready to explore and dive in. I licked her pussy, taking in her sweet, musky taste.
My tongue travelled up her slit until I flicked her clit.
I teased her, knowing it would get me in trouble later.
When she was tired of my flicks, she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back slightly and glaring at me. “Eat me, mia vita, like the deprived woman I know you are or I will edge you until the sun rises.”
I glanced at the clock, and it was only eleven at night.
Instead of arguing, I dove in. She wanted depravity, so I gave it to her.
I devoured Caterina like I was deprived of her taste, nipping and sucking her sensitive areas until she was closer to the edge.
Caterina didn’t like being teased, and the thought of being denied an orgasm didn’t sit right with me, so I ate.
She was one of the best meals I’d tasted, and I could live between her thighs if she’d let me.
I could feel her orgasm peaking as her thighs shook. I gave her clit one more long suck, before her back arched and her orgasm coated my tongue. My face didn’t move. I lapped up every last drop until Caterina was writhing. Fuck, I loved this woman and how she reacted to me.
She pulled me up to her, capturing my lips in a scorching kiss as she sucked her taste from my tongue. Holy hot damn. “We are nowhere close to being done, mia vita.”