34. Christian
Being here in the Maldives gives both of us the chance to relax, to act like ourselves. With azure waves lapping against the shores of our over-the-water bungalow, I wrap my arms around Cataleya’s slender waist and pull her closer so she can feel the heat of our bodies melding together.
She leans back, tilting her face towards the sun and closing her eyes. Tentatively, I start to massage her shoulders as we both listen to the soothing sound of the ocean below us.
”This is paradise,” I whisper into her ear before gently kissing her neck, savoring the salty sweetness of her skin.
With a sigh of contentment, she turns to face me, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss that neither of us wants to end. Our hands roam, hungrily exploring each other”s bodies, as if every touch is a long-awaited reunion. The intensity builds between us like the waves crashing onto the shore below, relentless and powerful.
Breaking apart for air, we catch our breaths before racing to our private plunge pool where we shed our remaining clothes and leap into the refreshing water.
The cool water envelops us as we come together again, our limbs tangling beneath the surface. Cataleya wraps her legs around my waist, locking me against her. Our kiss deepens, flavored by the salt on our lips. My hands find the curves of her hips, pulling her even tighter to me as my desire grows.
How is it that this woman can still take my breath away, I think to myself as we break apart for air, gasping for breath.
Our gaze locks, and I can see the fire in her eyes, the same inferno that burns within me. We know what we both want without saying a word. We resurface, emerging from the water like two star-crossed lovers reunited after a long period apart.
We break apart and I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, worshiping every inch of her dark skin. A soft moan escapes her lips as my mouth continues its exploration lower, teasing and tasting her flesh. Her back arches, hands tangling in my hair to keep me close as sensations wash over her.
The scent of sunscreen fills the air, mixing with the heady aroma of Cataleya’s arousal. The sun’s warmth amplifies the sweet fragrance of her passion.
I lift her up onto the side of the pool, the afternoon sun warming her glistening body. Kneeling, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, eliciting an impatient whimper from her. I smile, maintaining the agonizing pace. I want her desire for me to eclipse all else.
”Christian,” she gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders as I lick and tease her, sending shivers through her body. ”Oh, God, Christian.”
Her words spur me on, driving me to please her even more. I lap her sensitive flesh, tracing delicate patterns with my tongue, savoring her unique taste. Cataleya”s breathing quickens and her fingers dig into my back as her arousal pools onto my face. Her taste is intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and desire that pushes me further.
Her breathing is labored and heavy, her words coming out in gasps and moans as I taunt and please her. Her pants of my name are like a symphony, urging me on and pushing me to give her more.
The taste of pool water lingers on my lips as I trail feather-light kisses over Cataleya’s most sensitive skin. Each touch elicits a moan, and I can taste the salt of her skin, mixed with the intoxicating flavor of her desire.
Her body trembles on the edge and I know she”s close. Gently, I ease two fingers inside her, curling them in the way I know she likes. She arches back, crying out my name as a crescendo of sensations washes through her.
As I trace my fingers over Cataleya’s skin, her body writhes and her nails dig into my skin. Her eyes are closed in pleasure, her lips parted as she gasps for air.
Her skin is hot beneath my fingertips, her muscles tight as they react to my feather-light touches. I can feel her nails digging into my shoulders, the sensation electrifying and exhilarating.
The afternoon sun shines upon Cataleya”s glistening body, casting a warm glow over her skin. Her back arches with pleasure, revealing the delicate curves of her body. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer.
With my tongue on her clit, I begin moving frantically in and out, wanting to feel her come apart in my arms. ”That”s it, my love,” I whisper. ”Let go.”
With a strangled cry, Cataleya”s body tenses, arching off the edge of the pool as she shatters around my fingers, her climax crashing over her in waves. I hold her steady, relishing the feel of her spasms around my fingers, knowing I”ve sent her over the edge.
As her orgasm subsides, I stand and pull her wet body against mine. Her chest heaves against mine as she catches her breath. ”Christian,.” she pants. ”I never... That was...”
I smile while she catches her breath, but a moment later, desire and lust fill those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. I stand, and she slides down my body, her tongue finding my already-hard cock. Moaning, I brace myself against the edge of the pool.
Cataleya”s tongue swirls around the head, her fingers caressing the shaft. Slowly, she takes me into her mouth, sucking and licking until I”m on the brink of release.
”Cataleya,” I groan through gritted teeth. ”Too much... I can”t...”
She looks up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye before standing upright again. She trails a finger down my length, teasing me with feather-light touches that threaten to undo me. I grab her and pull her to her feet.
I smile at Cataleya, desire burning in my eyes. Though my body craves release, I want to savor this moment with her.
I pull her close, kissing her deeply as our slick bodies press together. My hands roam her curves, worshiping every inch of her skin. Cataleya sighs into the kiss, melting against me.
Breaking the kiss, I sweep her into my arms and carry her from the pool towards the cabana. I lay her down on the plush chaise, my hungry gaze drinking in the sight of her. Cataleya looks up at me through hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Leaning over her, I capture a taut nipple between my lips. Cataleya gasps, arching into my mouth as I lavish her breast with attention. My fingers trail down her stomach, finding her slick and ready for me. I slide two fingers inside, pumping slowly as my thumb circles her sensitive nub.
”Christian,” Cataleya moans, writhing beneath me. I can feel her building again, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. I curl them inside her, stroking that sweet spot until she cries out, ecstasy crashing over her again.
I kiss a path down her quivering body until I”m positioned between her thighs. Gripping her hips, I swipe my tongue through her soaked folds. Cataleya tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I devour her hungrily, licking and sucking her swollen bud until she”s trembling once more.
”I... I”m... Christian, I”m—” Cataleya pants, her words cut off with a moan. I don”t stop. Instead, I redouble my efforts, knowing how close she is. With one final flick of my tongue, she detonates in my mouth. I continue to lap at her pussy until her trembling subsides, tasting her sweetness.
Slowly, I make my way back up to her lips, sharing her essence with her in a deep, intimate kiss. Her eyes widen with surprise before closing again in pure bliss.
Pushing inside her wet folds, I sheath myself inch by inch, not stopping until I”m buried balls-deep inside her tight heat. Cataleya”s nails dig into my back as the last of the waves from her orgasm subside.
”Move,” she pants, her hips rocking against mine. Gripping her hips, I start to thrust slowly at first, then pick up the pace as our moans fill the air. Her nails trail along my back as I bottom out, our bodies joined as one.
I move deeply, prolonging the pleasure for as long as I can. Cataleya”s legs wrap around my waist. Her moans spur me on, driving me to put more force behind every thrust. Her tightness grips me like a vice, milking me with each movement.
”Christian,” she moans. ”Oh God, that feels... so good...”
I pick up the pace, slamming into her hard and fast, our bodies slapping together in a symphony of desire. The sound of our lovemaking fills the air, mingling with the sound of the ocean. The world narrows down to just her and me, and nothing else matters but the connection we share in this heated moment.
I thrust harder, my pace unrelenting. Sweat beads on our skin as our bodies move in harmony. The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the throes of passion.
”Cum with me, Cataleya,” I growl. My climax builds, like a freight train barreling down a track, unstoppable and untamable. ”Cum for me, baby,” I grunt, as I feel my release boiling up from the depths of my being.
Cataleya”s moans become louder, more desperate. She bites her lip, trying to stifle her cries, but the intensity of our lovemaking overwhelms her. Her climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, her walls spasming around my length.
Her pussy clenches around me like a vice as she cries out in ecstasy. Her walls are milking me as her orgasm sends me over the edge, and I erupt inside her, filling her with my seed as wave after wave of bliss washes over me. Our bodies tremble together, our hearts pounding in tandem.
”I love you,” I pant against her neck, still buried deep within her.
”I love you too,” she whispers, trailing her fingers through my hair.
We stay joined for a brief eternity, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion. The world outside our little bubble no longer seems to matter. For this one stolen moment, it”s just the two of us.