Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
AMbrOSE
Catalina tenses in my arms.
I lift my head, asking between fast-paced breaths, “Did I say too much?”
“No.” Tears pool in her eyes. “It’s just … I never thought I’d ever want to hear that from a man. I tried to convince myself I didn’t need one. But I need you so much, Ambrose. I can’t imagine living without you, and I don’t know when or how that happened.”
“I feel the same way,” I confess, stroking her flushed cheeks possessively.
“But then, the fire happened and the truck,” she inhales shakily. “And the thought of you not coming back to me … I couldn’t bear it.”
I stop, cradling her face and staring deeply into her eyes. “I will always come back to you. I promise.”
The breath catches in her throat as she captures my lips, penetrating, possessing, claiming me as hers. With all the fierceness of her tree-climbing, dirt-bike riding, hockey days. Bold. Intoxicating. All I need in this world.
Breathing hard, I say, “Now, I want to show you with my fingers, tongue, and every part of me that you’re mine, mine, mine.”
“You forgot about your cock,” she rasps, smoky-voiced, sliding over my hard ridge.
“Oh, no, I didn’t. But that’s dessert.” My fingers trace her jawline as she trembles at my touch. “First, we focus on appetizers and the main course.”
“Main course?” she whispers, arching an eyebrow.
“Your delectable pussy.”
Catalina shivers at my words, undone by a single filthy promise. Desire crashes through me, frantic for a first taste.
“Lie back,” I order darkly.
She reclines, surrounded by a pile of naughty books, as my lips descend to her tits again. I can’t get enough of her softness, her taste, how her body yields to me, begging for more.
My hand slides up under the black A-line skirt bunched around her hips, working her thick thighs apart. She gasps as my rough fingers push her panties aside, swiping through her dripping folds.
“Fuck,” I groan, eyes closing as every nerve in my body focuses on her slick heat. “You’re soaked, like I’m the only man you need.”
“You are.”
The words detonate inside me.
I slide my fingers along her length, gauging every response. How she sucks air between her parted, kiss-swollen lips. The way her body quivers beneath me. How her hips rise to meet my fingers as I slide into her inviting wetness.
Her channel’s so tight, it feels like she’s sucking my finger with every stroke. She whimpers and moans, eyes closed and face ecstatic. At the front of her pussy, I find the rough bundle of nerves that I know will push her over, savoring how my finger undoes her.
Her bliss is gravity-defying, like she’s floating away … until I lower my head between her thighs. She gasps as my tongue circles her clit for the first time, hips arching frantically towards my swirling and twisting tongue.
“You taste so fucking good,” I mutter darkly, tongue swiping demandingly over her swollen nub. I suck her into my mouth, falling in love with how her hand tangles in my hair, pressing me urgently against her.
Tiny whimpers escape her lips, rapture transporting her. “Am—” she pants. “I can’t— Oh, fuck!”
Hearing her curse for the first time unchains something wild in me. My cock aches, desperate to bury itself inside her lush heat.
“I could eat you out all night, Sparky. You taste so fucking good. How in the world have I managed to live without you all this time?”
She yells, arching back and grinding my head against her mound. Beast mode takes over. I lap and swirl her clit, adding a second finger until she trembles around me, hot, slick, and ready to explode.
“That’s it, Sparky. Surrender to me. Give me everything.”
She exhales sharply, legs shaking violently, and pussy tightening around my fingers until the flutters along her walls transform into violent spasms, wet heat spilling over as she comes undone. The fingernails of her other hand dig into my back, sharp enough to leave welts I’ll wear with pride.
She collapses against the couch, flushed and trembling. I press a kiss to her thigh, softer this time, giving her body a chance to catch up with her heart.
I lift my head, chuckling deep in my throat.
She struggles to breathe, grasping her chest with her hand. “Oh, God,” she exclaims between pants. “Is that what you learned in my books?”
“Sure.” I wink, savoring the physical evidence of her ravishment. Finally and truly taking a page from her books, I say authoritatively, “Now, I’m going to fuck you seven ways from Sunday … until you forget your name.”
“Oh, Ambrose,” she sighs, exhausted and seething with anticipation simultaneously.
“I’m clean, and I’ll use a condom. Unless you’re on birth control?”
She shakes her head, still panting hard. “Can I help you put it on?” she asks, suddenly lifting her head.
Her question startles a laugh out of me.
“What? I’ve been wondering for years about how dicks work. I mean, I know what I’ve read in books, but I’m thoroughly excited to learn yours inside and out.”
“Fuck, Catalina,” I exclaim, shaking my head.
“What?”
“You really do surprise me sometimes.”
She giggles, arching her eyebrow. “Am I too much?”
“No,” I reply, emotion seizing my voice. I rub my hand over my heart. “I could not possibly ever get enough of you. But I’m damn sure gonna try.”
The brunette beauty sits up suddenly, leaning forward and pushing me back into the cushions of the couch.
“So,” she whispers, crawling over me and hovering, hands and knees on either side of me. “I’m also clean, and a sage soul once told me that you have to be kind of naughty sometimes to get what you want. Mind if I test out this theory?”
The sound of my fly unzipping makes my heart leap. In my wildest dreams, I never saw tonight headed this direction.
“Is that a trick question?” I manage before her soft, warm fingers dig into the waistband of my boxer briefs. She struggles to pull them down. My eyes roll back in my head as my hips inch off the couch to help, anticipation humming through me like electrical currents.
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this, Ambrose. So, my apologies in advance. But it’s all I’ve been able to think about all week … along with other things …”
“Oh, God.” I exhale as the wet heat of her tongue slides over the tip of my shaft. My whole body trembles as I fight the brutal urge to come instantly.
“Are you okay?” she asks, playfully teasing my head with her velvety tongue.
“More okay than I’ve ever been,” I murmur, ready to surrender entirely to the promise written in her eyes and sealed with her tongue.
Her lips slide over my girth, hand coming up to stroke my balls as my hips arch. “Fuck, Sparky.”
“Am I doing alright?”
“Hell, yes. As long as you don’t use your teeth, there’s nothing you could do wrong.”
Her teeth graze teasingly over my vulnerable flesh, testing the edge of trust as pressure builds at the base of my spine
“You sure do like to play with danger, though,” I manage on a ragged breath.
“And fire, too.”
I’m sunk to my neck in bliss, barely able to grasp that my dream girl is bringing my fantasies to life.
Taking me into her mouth, she groans, delicious vibrations shuddering through me.
“You’re a goddamned natural,” I exclaim. “Fuck, Catalina, you’re killing me.”
She sucks me hard this time, cheeks hollowing as I lift my head, and our eyes meet. Her librarian glasses have slunk down the bridge of her nose again, her tight hair bun transformed into a thousand curling tendrils as her mouth dispossesses me of all possible restraint.
Her mouth slides back and forth with each pass, throat burying me deeper. Her fingertips return to my balls, teasing and caressing them as I strain to hold on.
The education in her books is definitely something I can get behind.
Relaxing her throat, she pushes my head past her tonsils, and I see stars.
“Fuck!” I scream as my last threads of willpower snap, and I thrust my hips forward, growling as hot cum spills into her mouth.
I half expect her to pull back, shocked. Maybe look for somewhere to spit. To my amazement, we lock eyes as she swallows wave after wave of my release.
Catalina sits back, eyes appraising me as I catch my breath. My mind spins as I try to pull myself back together, become something more than a wrecked mess of pleasure.
“Keep reading those damn books of yours, Sparky,” I tease between gulps of air. “Before you know it, you’ll have your PhD in pleasure.”
She moans, slowly licking her lips. “PhD? Wouldn’t I need a teacher for that?”
“Ready and willing.”
“For how long?”
“Until you get tired of me.”
She shakes her head. “Not possible.”
“Forever, then?” I ask, heart radiating enough warmth to heat the whole cabin.
“Forever,” she says, grinning broadly. “I like the sound of that.”
“Could I ask you a favor?” I ask darkly.
“Anything.”
“Would you let down your hair when you ride this thick cock?”
“Only if you suck on my tits.”
“Done.” Desire chokes me. She means to ruin me with rapture, and I’ll thank her for it.
“Get over here,” I order.
“But what about a condom?” she asks, shimmying out of her very wet pink panties and throwing them on the wood floor.
I reach into my jeans pocket, dragging one out. Usually, I don’t carry them on me. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I had sex. But after grabbing the wine, I made a quick pit stop by my bedroom just in case.
I hand it to her, and Catalina eyes it like a new toy. I like this wild side of the prim DMV lady.
“One of these days, when you own that bookstore you want, Sparky …”
“Yes,” she says, carefully tearing the top from the square package.
“I’m going to fuck you between the rows of shelves.”
“Okay, that’s kind of random.” She chuckles.
“Maybe.” I shrug, but the image of her bent over rows of bookshelves as I ravish her has me in knots. “You hottie nerd chick.”
“Hottie nerd chick? Is that really how you see me?”
“My hottie nerd chick.”
Catalina eyes the round rubber curiously, slowly starting to unroll it.
“Hold it right there. It’s impossible to put on if you unroll it all the way. First, you’ve got to get it over the tip.” My body shivers at the thought.
“Mmm, I can do that.” She works with excruciating slowness to position it over my head, dainty fingers making my cock a rocket about to pop off on the Fourth of July.
“Now, roll it down over my shaft,” I instruct, swallowing hard as her gentle touch wrecks me. “We might need lube,” I say.
But the well-read brunette shakes her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” she invites, seductive voice washing over me. I slide my hand between her legs, slipping into the messy oblivion of her pussy.
“Damn, woman, I’m never going to get enough of this. You want me so much.” Rawness tears through my voice. Realization burns. She’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. Not Avery Ross. Me.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to change my panties this week thinking about you.”
“Really?” I groan, fantasizing about the feel of her sheathing me, taking me inside her pleasure center.
“Really.”
She strains against the two fingers I have inside of her now, breath coming faster each time I stroke and send my thumb skittering over her clit.
“You have to promise me, you won’t be mad if it hurts the first time,” I whisper, dissolving into her heat and need. “And that you’ll let me try again after you’re rested because I’m definitely on the big side of things. But I promise, you’ll fit me like a glove before you know it.”
She exhales sharply as I circle her nub again.
“Yes, Ambrose. I promise.”
Crawling over me, she straddles me for a second time. My hands come up into her hair until brown curls cascade down her shoulder, spilling onto her breasts.
Tears fill my eyes, chest tightening as I palm her cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful, Catalina. It hurts to look at you.”
She removes her glasses, and I shake my head. “No, Sparky, I want you to see who gives you this pleasure … who makes you come.”
“Don’t worry,” she says, kissing my neck and shoulders with slow, searing strokes of her lips and tongue. “I’m going to stay close enough to see you with my own two eyes. Nothing between us.”
We sit for a heartbeat, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same ragged air. Her eyes search mine, asking silently if I’m sure. My answer is in the way I kiss her—slow, reverent, steady—before guiding her down over me.
I slide into her inch by inch, pushing her to the edge of bliss and pain before retreating back and thrusting again. Each time a little deeper, each movement pushing us closer to total union.
Emotion grips me despite my attempts at steely control. She’s the first and only woman I’ve ever made love to, and the euphoria of it is almost too much.
Catalina quivers as I drive deeper, her body slowly adjusting, each small wince met with my whispered vows of the pleasure waiting for her.
“Ambrose!” she screams as I lower my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth. One hand grips her waist, guiding her hips to take me incrementally deeper, even as she tries to resist. The other works her pearl mercilessly, bringing her to the edge of orgasm each time the pain turns her pants ragged.
Only when her body shudders around me, and I feel the warmth gush from her body, do I drive inside, seating myself to the hilt. The tenderness of her lips transforms into a fitting reciprocal sting as she buries her teeth in my shoulder.
Finally, I come apart inside her, riding soul-shaking waves as I fill her—with my seed, with my love, with everything I am.
Leaning back slightly to catch the glowing embers in her eyes, I can’t hold back any longer.
“I love you, Catalina Cynthia Dupont … more than any fucking thing or any fucking person on the face of this Earth.”
Her hands come up, gripping my face fiercely. “And I love you, Ambrose Lincoln Dutch … forever.”