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She caressed my cheek before kissing me gently, but then she deepened it, and it became more passionate and frenzied. She tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head before kissing me again. Her hands kneaded my breasts, and I moaned. I didn’t know what had gotten into my timid wife, but I loved it.
“I want to taste you. Please.”
“Whatever you want.”
I lay down on the bed and she straddled my hips. “What if I’m bad at it?”
“Baby, I will teach you everything you want to know about my body. I’ll enjoy it simply because it’s you. If you aren’t comfortable, we will do something else.”
“I want to. I’m just not used to being in control. It’s foreign. My God, I’m really fucked up.”
I pulled her down, wrapping my arms around her. “There is nothing wrong with you. This is something new for you. Rightnow, I want you to take your time, learn my body, and enjoy it. This is also for you. You’d be surprised at how much fun eating pussy is.”
She nodded and fell back on her knees, straddling me. “Okay. I think I’m ready. If I need to do something, let me know. I want it to be good for you, too.”
“I will.”
“How do I start?” she asked as she got comfortable between my thighs, eyeing my pussy like it was a hidden treasure she’d finally discovered after years of searching.
“Start with foreplay. Kiss and bite my thighs.” She obeyed beautifully, softly kissing my thighs, switching from kisses to gentle bites. “Good girl. Now, lick me. Just take your time and explore me.”
She left one more soft bite before leaning in and licking me from my slit to my clit. And goddamn it, she moaned at my taste, dragging her tongue up and down, again and again. She was licking, tasting and teasing, but she was doing as I said and taking her time. She was learning my body so she could find ways to please me.
“You taste really good,” she praised, looking up at me with a light flush on her face. “Sweet and musky, but it’s natural.”
“Pussy isn’t supposed to taste like flowers and candy. It's a vagina.”
She laughed. “I like it. I’m going to continue, if you’re okay with it.”
“Dive in, princess.”
She reenacted the same moves she did previously, teasing me. It was taking every fiber of my being not to grab her hair and fuck her face until my orgasm barreled through me like crashing waves, but it was not what she needed. Her mouth closed around my clit, and she sucked me so hard I saw stars. As she sucked,her tongue moved, taking in everything she could as she dragged out my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, tangling my fingers in her hair. “That’s it, princess, just keep doing that.” I looked down at her, and her eyes were closed as she was enjoying me. Fuck. I reached for my phone. “Look up at me, princess.” Her dark eyes looked up, and she fucking smirked.
I took a picture of her, and she retracted from my clit, licking me again before diving her tongue inside me. She moaned more than I did. Harlow was devouring me like she’d been eating pussy for years. Now she was all mine. Knowing that made me possessive. I was the only person she would ever be with. I was the only one she’d have for the rest of her life. She was mine, but I was every bit of hers, if not more. This woman derailed everything, but I was not opposed to this new life.
My hips jerked up, but she gripped my thighs, burying her face deeper into me. I threw my head back as my pleasure bubbled inside me. Her short nails dug into my skin, leaving a sting of pain that intensified the building release. My orgasm crested and my back arched off my bed. I saw stars, galaxies, and supernovas.
She lapped up my arousal before sitting back on her legs, looking at me with a smile, my orgasm still on her lips. “Baby,” I breathed out. “Fucking hell.” I reached for her hands that were resting on my thighs and pulled her down, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss.
“Was it that good?” she asked innocently as she pulled away.
I kissed her. “Very.” And then I flipped us. “We have all night, baby, and I know exactly how I want to spend it.”
CHAPTER 62
Harlow
I wokeup tangled in Caterina’s arms, and I admired the sleeping woman. Her heartbeat was strong under me, and it felt like our hearts were in sync. I never believed in love at first sight or things like that, but I believed Caterina was my person and the other half of my soul. I loved her with my entire being.
Someone really took their time creating her, because she wasn’t just beautiful on the outside, but on the inside, too. Caterina was breathtaking. Physically, she was hand sculpted by the gods themselves with perfect, bronzy skin and a waterfall of dark hair. And her eyes told stories when I got lost in the pools of forest green. Her eyes were my favorite shade of green.
But it was her heart that shined the brightest. Caterina liked everyone believing she was a badass with no fear, but I saw beneath her façade. She cared for people, and did her absolute best to protect those in need. Caterina carried her pain well and never let it affect her work. But it was the way she looked at me…Caterina looked at me like I was worthy of everything, like I was not a broken girl in a cruel world.
I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, my fingers barely grazing her soft skin. She barely moved under my touch,but what movement she did was pushing deeper into my touch. What did I do to deserve her? My mom must’ve been watching me from the heavens, because she sent me an angel in a world full of demons.
Caterina’s eyes fluttered open, and I knew I was busted, but I didn’t care. She smiled brightly. “You know, you’re the first person to look at me like that,” Caterina mumbled, her voice husky and filled with sleep.
