Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Catalina looked utterly intoxicated by each of my thrusts deep inside her. Her movements had lost every trace of hesitation now, replaced by something softer and far more reckless as she moved against me with growing urgency.
After she refused to let go easily of her building orgasm, I fell into a rhythm to enhance the feeling she was riding. I felt her clenching me tightly, her moans feverishly telling me she was beyond feeling euphoric now.
Her head rested back against my collarbone while I ran my hands over her perfectly shaped breasts and rigid nipples. My lips sucked gently down the side of her neck, while my tongue moved raggedly over her hot flesh.
I continued to massage myself against her explosive spot, helping to build, continue, and heighten the pleasure this was giving her. The ache building inside of me told me that when I let myself go, I might pass out from pleasure if I wasn’t careful.
My entire body tightened with the effort it took not to lose control.
Calling this ecstasy would’ve been an understatement at this point.
Every muscle in my body was tense from the restraint it took to hold myself back and let this build between us, rather than completely unravel in her arms right then.
It was as if I were drunk on this woman’s sensations, ripping like bolts of energy through my cock and surging into my entire being. I ran the tip of my tongue over her shoulder, guiding my lips to kiss the back of her neck while she sank herself further back into me.
My breath caught, and my eyes rolled heavily, steadying myself, nearly exploding into her in that exact moment. Hearing this woman come undone with me inside her, feeling her body grasping for more of me… it took everything I was as a man to hold me back.
None of the fantasies I had of being with her came close to this. Once I regained control of myself, my lips moved to the top of her back, then to her arm, and finally to where I gripped one of her breasts firmly.
“Oh God,” Cat panted out. “Yes. Fuck.”
She arched harder into me, bringing me deeper than I’d been since entering her.
“Te necesito más cerca,” I breathed into her ear, telling her how I needed her closer, before taking her earlobe into my mouth and gently tugging it between my teeth.
God, how I wanted her clit just like this. But that would come later.
I rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers while she continued to ride my cock in ecstasy.
Christ.
Watching her like this beneath the warm light was nearly enough to finish me outright. The soft sounds leaving her mouth. The way her body kept arching back against mine for more.
The trembling breaths she tried—and failed—to steady every time I touched her.
I slid my hands slowly down and along her waist while struggling to keep any rhythm that wouldn’t send me straight over the edge with her.
“Dios mío…” I breathed roughly against her skin.
Catalina laughed softly beneath the sound of her own uneven breathing, almost euphoric now from the way our bodies moved together as if they were naturally made to be as one, just like this.
Without warning, she pulled away from me. I barely had time to process the loss of her warmth before she turned onto her back against the pillows, her dark hair spilling wildly across the cream sheets as she looked up at me like she wanted all of me this time.
That look nearly destroyed me. She lay there completely open, completely surrendered to me.
For a second, I could only stare at her. At the flush across her skin. The rise and fall of her chest. And the way her thighs parted slowly beneath the lantern glow as she reached for me again.
“Come here,” she whispered softly.
God help me.
The need in her voice instantly stripped the last thread of restraint from my body. I moved over her, catching her mouth in a deep kiss as she pulled me fully down against her again, as if she couldn’t stand the distance either.
And the second our bodies moved together in slow and deep perfection—I already knew neither of us was surviving this with composure intact.
Catalina’s body arched beneath mine with a soft gasp that nearly stripped me of the last remaining thread of control.
She felt increasingly wet with each thrust I buried into her. Hell, years of this woman not having this made for everything to come together perfectly for us both tonight.
She pulled my face gently from hers with her delicate hands. Her glossy eyes fixated on mine while I moved more slowly and deeply.
“Fuck,” she whined, eyes on the ceiling, completely wasted on the feeling I was giving her with my cock.
And then her eyes returned to mine. She looked wildly undone, in a trance, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue lazily gliding over her bottom lip.
“That’s it,” I encouraged.
I felt the exact second she started unraveling.
The trembling in her thighs locked around my waist. The way her fingers suddenly tightened in my hair.
I brought my lips down to hers, wanting to taste her kiss as ecstasy exploded through her for the first time in too long.
The soft, broken breaths spilling from her mouth into mine had me fighting to maintain some measure of composure above her.
“Come with me,” she begged, her fingertips pressing hard against my back.
Her body stiffened against me as I moved deeper, claiming more of her and encouraging the release I’d held back longer than I’d believed possible. Her legs fell further apart, giving me permission to take as much of her as I wanted.
My hands pressed into the bed on each side of her as I drove into her one final time, completely losing myself in her. I felt every muscle constrict, then release, tearing through me.
Jesus Christ, I’d never felt this, and I’d had my share of women and orgasms. This was on another dimensional level, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel this pleasure or these forceful sensations again.
Cat was still recovering, and all I wanted was to collapse beside her, but what I wanted even more was the aftermath of that fucking orgasm I prayed I would experience with her again.
I smiled when I saw her still panting, licking her lips and touching her nipple. She was still lost in desire but slowly coming down.
Most beautiful damn thing I’d ever seen.
As I lay there, catching my own breath, trying to figure out how this woman could consume my body and soul without even trying… she gently turned to face me. She tucked her head into my bicep and wrapped me beneath one of her legs.
I kept my eyes closed, feeling nothing but tranquility and bliss. That was interrupted when my eyes snapped open to see her gently rolling the condom off me.
“Already cleaning up after the party, I see,” I said in a drunken, lazy tone.
She pressed her lips gently against my chest. “I need to see all of you without anything concealing you.”
“Sounds like I’d better recover quicker than I usually do.” I smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head while gently twisting her hair between my fingers.
She moved herself against my side. “That was incredible, thank you,” she said.
I glanced down, seeing her eyes watching me. “You’re welcome, preciosa, though gratitude isn’t necessary after I experienced an orgasm I never imagined possible.”
She chuckled. “Isn’t that what all men say?”
I inhaled. “I don’t,” I answered honestly. “I have truly never felt that much power, and I swear to God, your five-year streak must’ve merged with my energy or something.”
She laughed again. “Well, it was nothing I’ve ever experienced before either.”
I wanted to ask her about her ex, but with my dick exposed like this and having already met the other side of Catalina, I believed it was more of a breakfast discussion, if anything.
“Why is the yacht here?” she asked, her eyes moving around the room.
“For you,” I answered.
“Me? So you could get laid?” she laughed, propping herself up on one elbow.
“Believe it or not, I did not relocate it for sex. However, knowing what I know now, I can say with one-hundred percent certainty that it would’ve been well worth it if that was the reason.”
“Then why for me?”
I mirrored her, twisting onto my side, facing her, and running my fingertips along her side and over her hip. “I wanted to hire you for my events this summer, and since I knew you wouldn’t be traveling overseas, I felt it was easier to just bring the yacht to you.”
I saw tears well up in her eyes. “No,” she said softly.
“Well, I’m not shocked you don’t want me to hire you, and the first words out of your mouth are another rejection…”
“No,” she laughed as I caught a tear that slipped from the corner of her eye. “Why do you do that for me?”
My expression turned more serious. “Because I’m very familiar with the clients in your line of work.
Most of them won’t even be here this summer.
If you stay in the States, you’ll be lucky to book one event a month.
” I rolled my eyes slightly. “And God knows Christian Jameston still expects his lease payment.”
Christ. Just hearing that bastard’s name leave my mouth after holding her like this felt like poisoning the entire moment.
“Well, I almost broke that lease and moved out,” she said, her expression darkening.
“What do you mean?” I said, becoming more concerned.
“He just gives me the creeps,” she said, shaking her head. “He came into my office uninvited, told me I was going to have a slow summer, and then told me to protect myself from you when he saw your name pop up on my phone.”
Every part of me grew rigid and protective that the bastard had dared to make her feel uncomfortable.
“He wasn’t invited into your office, and he showed up unannounced anyway?” I questioned, remaining as composed as I could after what she’d said.
“Yeah,” she said, drawing lazy circles on my chest. “He was doing that frequently until that last time when I threatened to break the lease. His dad quickly begged me to stay and promised he’d make sure Christian would leave me alone.”
I inhaled deeply, wanting nothing more but to break the man into tiny little pieces.
“What’s wrong?” she questioned.
“He and I share a past that he seems to hold grievances about, and I have no idea what the hell his problem is,” I answered. “And I swear to God, I will bury the man financially for attempting to make you uncomfortable.”
“Don’t,” she said with a smile. “I handled it.”
I pressed my lips together, feeling something deep inside me yearn to claim this woman again as my own and to prove that so long as I was in her life, she would never have to fear another predatory man.
“Then,” I pulled her closer to me, “if that’s taken care of, I’m not finished with you, carino,” I said, my lips tugging at her chin.
“Getting possessive, are we?” I heard the humor in her voice as her hand glided up my back.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully.
“Fuck,” she said when I buried my face in her neck, guiding her to lie flat on her back.
My lips were moving down the center of her chest when her head fell back into the pillows, her legs fell open, and she used her hands on top of my head to push me down to where I was planning to devour her.
Her hips pushed up into my mouth while I gripped her and braced her open so that I could taste her delicious body.
Her pink folds were red and swollen with her previous orgasm, tempting me to lick and pull each side into my mouth.
I dipped my tongue aggressively into her once I saw the shimmering wetness increasing with her latest desire for me.
My God, this woman was allowing me to claim her, knowing that’s exactly what I was doing after hearing about that weasel I now planned to bury in business.
One could cross me, but the woman I found myself pining over? Fuck no. But those thoughts fled as soon as Catalina broke the silence of the room and filled it with her moans of pleasure.