Chapter 6
JULIAN
Even when I don’t mean to force Catalina, even when I expect nothing, I can’t help but lie awake. The clock strikes midnight, and I force my eyes shut, again and again, trying to fall asleep.
Impossible when every creak in the house makes me think of her. Impossible when I wonder about her whereabouts. Is she sleeping? What is she wearing? Is she dreaming of me?
My imagination is so filled with ideas, with wishes, I can’t relax. I keep repeating that old mantra—she’s too young, too vivacious, I’m too old, too big—but it changes nothing.
Nothing else matters to my heart. Only her.
The floorboards outside my bedroom door creak. I tense, every muscle in my body growing taut. God, I shouldn’t hope for it to be her. This has to be my imagination. I can’t keep expecting something that will never happen.
The creaks sound closer. I hold my breath. God, why does it feel like I’m a teenager again?
A knock. Is it here? My heart skips a beat. I wait. There’s no way it’s here. The knock repeats itself. I shoot to my feet, striding across my room, shirtless and in my pajama pants, heart racing. I grip the doorknob and almost expect a ghost to be standing outside the door when I open it.
Catalina’s big eyes gape back at me. She chews on her bottom lip, cheeks painted pink.
I take a long once-over of her curvaceous body, her juicy form half-hidden by a purple teddy.
Her thick thighs are exposed, creamy white in the moon's light spilling through my windows.
God, I want her. So bad. And I can read it fine in her eyes, from the way they glitter when she studies my chest, to how she licks her plump lips in hunger.
She wants me too. And there’s no way I’ll keep my hands off her tonight.
Like a gunshot, our restraints snap. She comes at me at the same time I hug her to my chest. These days, the torture building up, it all explodes in a mountain of arousal. She cranes her neck at me as I dig my hands into her soft hair, and our lips collide.
She tastes like heaven and smells like it too.
Sliding my lips against hers, I feel her body everywhere.
Folding an arm around her waist, I bring her higher against me, reducing the height difference.
She gasps, then slings her arms around my neck.
Her legs connect behind me, and I fit my cock against her covered core as if we’re two puzzle pieces.
“Cat,” I call against her mouth, holding her so tightly against me I’m surprised she doesn’t feel pain. “My beautiful Cat. What are you doing here?”
She breathes out a sigh but says nothing.
Instead, she shoots a glance at the empty hallway, and I read what she wants as if it’s my own desire.
Stepping inside the room, I shut the door behind us and walk her to the bed.
Propping a knee on the mattress, I gently lay her down.
She keeps a tight hold on me, bringing my body down over hers.
“I needed you,” she murmurs against my lips, and the words ache deep inside me.
I kiss her again. This time I part her lips with mine, dipping my tongue into her mouth. Cat arches her back off the mattress, tits squeezing against my chest, and I want to touch her everywhere. My fingers itch to curl around her curves. Does it feel like it’s been a long time coming for her too?
Catalina mewls against me, a soft sound that makes my cock go rock-hard. Every tentative stroke of her tongue speaks of her innocence, her inexperience. Am I willing to corrupt her purity?
“Cat.” I pull back again, my entire body trembling with the strength it takes to hold back. “Cat, are you sure?”
And I stare deeply into her eyes, studying her very soul. God, I need to make sure she’s not being pressured. She’s not in this out of impulse. I need to know she feels something for me, at least an inch of it.
Her eyes glimmer, and it’s enough. She parts her lips, brushing the tip of her nose against mine. “I am. I want it.”
Good.
Can’t hold back. My body needs her, my soul will writhe and die without her touch.
I kiss her again, hard, devouring those pretty lips until they’re swollen.
Cat kisses me back, acquiring confidence with every stroke of her tongue.
She still clings to me, arms and legs, until I create some distance to pull out our clothes.
Fuck, I need to see her. Need to feel her skin against mine.
I almost rip off my pants. She gapes at me, with that adoration on her face I can’t quite understand.
Can’t quite believe it. A man like me? I’ve always been too tall, too big.
I’m muscular, yes, but because of hard work.
There’s no time to spend hours inside a gym, and I would not sacrifice my meals for chicken and potatoes.
I’m big and broad. A thick man. Women shy away from me, turn up their noses. I never thought someone would look at me like this. Cat looks at me and enjoys what she sees.
She’s perfect for me. Even if she’s so small against my body, I’m afraid I might break her.
“Off with these,” I growl at her, my voice coming out too gruff.
She doesn’t seem to mind, sitting up and getting rid of the pretty teddy.
The purple, silky fabric slides down her skin, and I watch with rapt attention as it reveals the most beautiful breasts ever.
Small, perky, tight nipples hard for me.
I don’t hold back. I reach out and cup them in my hands.
“Oh,” she breathes out, like an afterthought, like a small surprise. My throat clenches and I crane my neck, clasping my lips around a nipple. She releases her breath, a sharp blow of air, then cups my head with a hand, holding me close.
She’s so perfect. Fuck, she’s so perfect it hurts. I suck a breast, then the other, soaking in the sounds she makes. Then I press her until she lies down, and I slip the teddy off her body. Her plain cotton panties make my cock twitch hard. I waste no time.
I part her thighs and eat her out.
Catalina moans against me, squirming on the mattress. I can tell she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. Her head snaps from side to side, and she arches off the sheets, both hands gripping my hair.
Her smell, fucking hell, her smell. It’s amazing. Makes my stomach rumble. I close my mouth around her pussy and suck. The wet cloth sticks to my tongue, and I grunt in delight. My hips move on their own, bucking into the bed. Shit, I could jizz in my boxers so easily.
Pulling her panties aside, I take one good look. She’s perfection. Then I lap up at her. She tastes as good as she smells, and every time I circle my tongue around her clit, she rewards me with a jerk of her hips.
Mental note: make her sit on my face. Shit, that’s going to be the highlight of my life.
I grip her panties and rip them off her hips.
She just groans as I part her wider, spreading her on my bed, the way she’s supposed to be.
And then I devour her. I eat her up, beard scratching the insides of her thighs, clit hard with arousal.
My pretty Cat climbs an orgasm, hiccups leaving her as she moves on the bed.
As gently as a man my size can be, I insert a finger in her. Just the first knuckle. Just to see her come apart. And that she does. She explodes around me, inner walls clamping down around my finger so hard I’m sure of one thing.
I’m her first. Fuck, there’s no mistake. I’m her first, and I swear I’ll be her last.
I keep flicking my tongue at her clit, igniting her further. Just one won’t do. I have to make her come again. Cat starts telling me how she’s feeling good, and I shouldn’t worry about that, but I ignore her. Her pleasure will always come first.
Only when she comes undone once more do I let go. Only then do I climb on top of her, taking care so my huge body won’t crush her, and I shove my boxers down. Catalina throws her arms around me, eyes alight when our gazes lock.
“I’m in love with you,” she blurts out, her cheeks of a pink so bright it makes me lose my breath.
The sun burns in my chest. I kiss her. “I’m in love with you, kitten. Fuck, it’s so good to hear that.”
She smiles, the prettiest sight of my life. “Really?”
“Really.” And I can’t help but scoff. “A woman as perfect as you are? I’m the luckiest man alive.” And I position my cock to her entrance, ready to take it nice and slow.
Catalina’s face sobers. “Mr. Reynolds...”
“Julian.” God, if she calls me that once more, I might blow too early.
She swallows. “It’s my first time.”
I grip her closer. “I know. You’re so fucking tight, it had to be.”
She takes a deep breath and releases it. “Can I sit on you? I read it might be easier.”
Shit. Shit. I take a deep breath and slam my eyes shut. Can’t blow too early. “I don’t think you can ride me yet, kitten. I’m too big.”
She licks her lips, then nods. “What if the two of us sit up?”
I study her eyes before I nod. “Let’s try it then. However you wish. Tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop.”
She nods and I sit up, putting her on my lap.
Catalina straddles me, and I grip her ass to position her over my cock.
Slowly, slowly as hell, I pull her down over my cock, sitting her over me.
Every time she tenses, I kiss her. Every time she whimpers in pain, I reach between us to flick her little clit.
I pop her cherry as I claim her lips. She’s so wet, I slide inside her, not easily because of my girth, but it’s so fucking delicious I’m in danger. Her pretty tits pressed to my chest, I’m in heaven. I might die right about now and I’d be good.
Catalina catches her breath, and when I look up at her, I see how bright her eyes are. She circles her hips, growing confident, hands on my shoulders. She’s delicious. Her tight cunt grips me, a vise that will never let go. I am in awe of her, hoping to God I’ll never forget this moment.
My hands stroke up and down her curves, and she moves with me. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as my balls tighten.
“You like this, kitten?”
She moans. “So much.”
I grip her ass-cheeks, and she moans harder. “Like this?”
She bounces on my cock. “Yeah.”
I slap her ass. She squeals. Shit, was this too early? Too soon? When I meet her gaze, I know it’s not. I know she’s growing wetter. Her pussy clamps down around me, and I spank her ass again, her breasts bouncing to the motions, my entire focus on her.
“You enjoy being spanked, kitten?”
“I do, Mr. Reynolds.” And it’s my name that breaks me.
Pleasure barrels down my spine and I burst inside her. My balls squeeze everything straight into her womb, and I grunt into her neck, biting down on her skin as I ride my pleasure. She moans, digging her nails into my back, then comes apart again. Her walls flutter around me, milking me harder.
I shower kisses down her neck and across her collarbones. Catalina catches her breath, and as soon as she’s ready, we go again. And again, and again.
I’ll never tire of her body. Of her body against mine. She’s just perfect.