Page 86 of A Follow-Through in Faking
I eat her out like a starved man, sucking on her clit, then licking along the length of her again before sliding my tongue inside her. Cata is enjoying every second of it, moaning my name as she rides my face, using my nose to rub against her clit too. She’s soft in her movements, not grinding hard to hurt me, but I’m digging my fingers into her ass to get her to push down harder. To take what she needs and give me everything I want.
And what I want is to taste her, my sweet Catalina, for as long as possible before she comes on my face.
Cata rolls her hips, her fingers digging into my hair as I use the flat of my tongue to let her rub against. She’s in control the whole time, chasing her pleasure at her own tempo, until I can no longer handle the slowness. My cock is so hard, it’s painful, and I want to bury myself deep inside of Catalina again. Her mouthis heaven, but kissing her while her pussy hugs my cock and her eyes are on mine is one of my favorite things in the world.
“FUCK!” she screams and tugs at my hair when I flick my tongue over her clit and play with her piercing over and over, faster and faster. She stops her movements to let me fuck her right through her orgasm, and it takes everything inside of me not to thrust into my hand and get me off at the same time.
She tugs on my hair again as she starts grinding down on my face, desperate to ride out her pleasure for as long as possible, and I lick her clean, the taste of her orgasm so addictive, I can’t get enough.
“Put a condom on and fuck me, Santi. Please,” she says, her body still shaking from her orgasm, and the sound of her begging has me moving without hesitation.
I use my hold on her ass to lift her and maneuver us around until she’s on her back on the bed. The sudden movement has a gasp of surprise leaving her, but it soon turns into a giggle when I kiss her lips, cheek, jaw, and then neck. She still tastes like me, and I taste like her, and it’s the realest piece of heaven I’ve ever felt.
My fingers reach for the condoms on the nightstand, grabbing one before opening it and sliding it down my length. My mouth stays on her body the whole time, playing with her nipples and moving back up to her neck to lick along its length.
We both got tested, and Cata is on birth control, but she said she didn’t want to have sex without a condom yet, and I respect her decision. Birth control is only so safe, and if she doesn’t want to have sex without the safety barrier of a condom, then that’s how it’ll be. If she changes her mind, we’ll lose the condom. Anything Catalina wants, she gets. I’ll treat her like the queen she is, and I’ll worship her until I die.
Cata wraps her legs around my hips, urging me toward her by pressing the heels of her feet into my ass. She’s usually the onein charge, but I also want her to know that I can fuck her into paradise without any instructions needed.
I sink the head of my cock inside of her, the sensation so wonderful that I grab hold of her legs to steady me as pleasure courses through me in waves.
“More,” Cata says, begs, clawing at my chest as if it would make me do as she said faster.
“Spread your legs,cariño. Let me go deeper,” I say, pressing her legs wide and up. Catalina is completely spread out, and the smile on her lips as she reaches for the headboard to hold onto is all the encouragement I need to keep going.
I sink all the way inside of her, my cock buried inside to the hilt. We both moan as soon as I’ve filled her up completely, Cata’s eyes closing as her back arches off the bed.
“You feel so good, Santi. So hard and big,” she says, her fingers wrapping around the columns that make up the headboard. I shiver all over from her words, slipping out to thrust back inside her as hard as I can. “Yes, fuck!” she pants out, and I push her legs even higher to go even deeper.
I almost lose it as I watch her breasts with those pierced nipples bounce with every thrust, but it feels too good to stop. I don’t ever want it to stop. I don’t ever want us to stop.
“Look at the way your pussy hugs my cock, Cata. Look at how perfect this view is,” I say, driving into her hard and slow, finding that one spot inside of her that has her screaming my name. Her hands drift to her thighs as she stares down the place we connect, and when I place my hand on her clit to rub circles, playing with her piercing, her orgasm explodes through her, catching both of us by surprise.
I don’t slow down. I don’t remove my hand. I fuck her through it and then keep going, chasing my own pleasure.
“Santi, fuck, shit,” she says, followed by more curse words in our mother tongue.
I’m a moaning mess on top of her, trying my best to find a rhythm that makes me come but also makes her come again because I want another from her. I need another. Watching Catalina come undone is pure bliss for me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she says, moaning as I increase my speed and angle her hips up, aiming for her G-spot with every stroke.
I’ve studied Cata’s body closely enough to know where to touch her and fuck her to have her coming harder than she ever has before.
I’m in tune with her pleasure.
“Right there. Yes, fuck!” she chants as I press down on her lower abdomen and the top of her pussy, feeling myself slipping in and out of her.
“Shit, Catalina,” I breathe out, my movements turning frantic.
She squeezes her walls around my cock seconds later, unraveling me.
I come so hard, my entire body trembles. My cock pulses inside of her as I fill the condom, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes again, too. If I could, I’d keep slipping in and out, but I have no strength left. Cata, on the other hand, rolls her hips to keep her pleasure going, dragging out mine too.
I’m a fucking goner.
For her body.
For her mind, heart, and soul.
