31. Cataleya
Christian’s hand cups my cheek. His azure eyes keep looking at me worriedly to make sure I”m alright. His thumb brushes my cheekbone, sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitches as heat crawls up my face, and I look away.
“Are you alright?” he asks for the millionth time. I nod, momentarily unable to find my voice.
”I”m fine,” I manage to whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.
Christian reaches out and takes my hand in his. Our fingers intertwine. My heart flutters wildly in my chest. He leans in slowly. I close my eyes. His lips brush mine, soft and tentative. The kiss deepens, sweet and tender. Everything between us has changed since we said I love you. It’s different, it’s better.
His touch sets me on fire, and I feel my desire for him growing by the minute to my utter disbelief. I want this man so much that I begin undressing him. I can feel his lips curve into a smile against mine.
His shirt is off in a flash, revealing his defined abs. He”s even sexier than I remembered. My hands trace his abs, marveling at the firmness underneath his skin. Christian moans, his grip on my waist tightening. He’s already starting to pull down my dress.
”I always want you,” he whispers between kisses, his voice ragged with desire.
His words send a shiver down my spine. I can”t believe this is happening, but I don”t care anymore. All I want is to be in the arms of this man who has protected me. I want to make him mine. Our passionate kisses turn into a fervent, desperate need for each other as we melt into the bed, oblivious to the world around us.
Christian”s bold and confident touches send me into a frenzy as we explore each other”s bodies. He knows exactly what buttons to push, making me moan in pleasure.
His eyes darken with hunger as they devour me, ravenous and insatiable. He leans in and kisses my collarbone, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. My back arches off the bed as pleasure consumes me. His lips find their way to my bra clasp, and he deftly unhooks it, freeing my breasts from their confinement.
Large, calloused hands cup my breasts, thumbs teasing and flicking my hardened nipples in slow circles. I moan loudly as pleasure courses through my veins straight to between my legs.
His pants pool around his ankles, and Christian”s hardness presses against my heated core. He looks into my eyes, his blue depths filled with lust and love. ”Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt your leg,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.
”Yes,” I gasp, unable to form complete sentences. He nods and positions himself at my entrance. Then, with one deep, searing thrust, he fills me completely. The intense sensation has me arching my back and gripping the sheets tighter. At this moment, nothing else matters except the two of us. Christian moves slowly at first, savoring every moment of our union.
I can feel myself getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure and love that he”s giving me. With each thrust, I feel my body responding to him, craving more and more.
”Look at me,” he whispers, his voice filled with raw desire. I gaze into his blue eyes, completely lost in them. His hand moves between us, his thumb teasing my sensitive nub. I moan loudly, unable to control my reactions anymore.
He speeds up his pace and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My walls clench around him and Christian groans, his movements becoming more frantic.
”I never want to let you go,” Christian says softly, kissing my forehead.
“Then don’t,” comes my simple reply.
He smiles at me before kissing his way down my body. As he touches me, I moan, my body already responding to his every touch. He takes his time, as if savoring every inch of me. Paying special attention to the areas he knows drive me wild.
He moves up to my breasts, sucking and teasing my nipples, trying to drive me wild. I can”t help but arch my back and bite my lip in response to the erotic sensation coursing through my veins.
”Christian,” I pant.
He smirks against my skin, knowing the effect he has on me. His tongue traces intricate patterns around my nipples before continuing downward once more. He gently holds me in place revealing my damp core and dives in with abandon.
My back arches off the bed and a moan escapes my lips as his tongue swirls around my clitoris before plunging inside me. His fingers follow suit, stretching and caressing me in ways that make me see stars.
”Oh, God, Christian!”
I can”t hold back the moans that escape my mouth any longer.
”Christian! Oh, God, yes!” I cry out. I cover my mouth with a hand, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from my lips.
He pauses momentarily, looking up at me with those intense blue eyes of his. ”I want to hear every beautiful sound you make, Cataleya.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine. I can”t help but let loose as he resumes his ministrations, licking and sucking and caressing me in ways I never knew possible.
His tongue flickers over me in circles, and I feel my orgasm building again. He”s relentless, his touch both tender and demanding at the same time. His fingers massage my G-spot while he suckles on my clitoris, and I know I won”t last much longer.
Lost in the moment, I forget about everything else except for Christian and the way he makes me feel. He”s the only thing that matters in this world right now.
I gasp at the sensation of Christian”s tongue swirling around my sensitive clitoris, sending shivers down my spine. He sucks it gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in a way that has me moaning and writhing beneath him.
My hands grip the sheets as I feel myself getting closer and closer to climax once again. Christian continues his skilled movements, alternating between sucking and teasing with his tongue.
”Christian,” I cry out, my body trembling as I reach my peak. He doesn”t stop, prolonging my orgasm and causing me to let out a series of moans and whimpers.
He finally lets me come down from my high, kissing his way back up to my mouth. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, sharing the taste of my own desire on his tongue.
”Mmm...” I moan against his lips. ”That was... incredible,” I manage to gasp out between heavy breaths.
Christian smirks, satisfaction clear on his face as he crawls up to lay beside me. ”I”m glad you enjoyed it,” he says, running a finger down my hot cheek. ”But I”m far from done with you, Cataleya.”
”I want you,” I whisper against his lips, feeling a strong urge for him inside me again.
Christian smirks and positions himself between my legs, slowly entering me with one powerful thrust. We both groan at the feeling of being connected once again.
He starts off slowly but soon picks up pace, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the room along with our moans and heavy breaths.
I wrap one leg around him, pulling him deeper into me as we both chase our pleasure. It”s as if we”re two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.
”God, Cataleya,” Christian groans, his face contorted in ecstasy. ”I can”t get enough of you.”
”Neither can I,” I whisper, my nails digging into his back as the sensations build inside me once more.
I can feel the heat building between us, our bodies moving in sync as we chase our pleasure. Christian”s movements become more urgent, and I meet them with equal vigor, my nails digging into his back as I pull him closer.
”You feel so good,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
Our movements become more frantic as we get closer to our release once again. Christian”s hand reaches down to rub circles on my clitoris, sending me over the edge quickly. The sensation of my walls clenching around him sends him over the edge as well, and he moans out my name in ecstasy.
We both catch our breaths, panting heavily. Christian collapses on top of me, his arms shaking with the exertion.
”That was... crazy,” I manage to whisper, still reeling from our shared climaxes.
”I”m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Christian says with a smirk before nipping my earlobe playfully and moving to lay beside me.
We lay there, entangled in each other”s arms, letting our heart rates return to normal. I can still feel his heartbeat pounding against mine, the physical manifestation of our love for one another.
”I love you,” I say, simply because I need to hear the words aloud.
”I love you, too, Cataleya,” he replies, and I know he means it. We drift off to sleep, sated and content in each other”s arms, ready to face whatever the world throws at us tomorrow. Together.