Page 55 of Wild Card
Giovanni
Catriona’s asleep still, covered in the wild tangles of her hair. I watch her slow, steady breathing. My magical primrose fairy. Sex with her had been as explosive as I’d thought it would be—we have amazing chemistry. I wanted her to drive the experience, and I’d lost it a little when she was sucking my cock, those big green eyes looking up at me. I had to lose control in a controlled way. She was brilliant and came right along with me. I’d worried I’d been too rough, even though she’d asked for that. She’s full of passion, but she’s still a delicate woman.
But I’ve felt things with Catriona that I’ve never felt with anyone else.
She moves onto her back, her hair falling away from her perfect breasts. Before I know what I’m doing, my fingertips are on her pink nipples which are still slightly swollen from last night.
Catriona’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles at me. I take this as permission to keep doing what I’m doing, and I skate my fingers over her breasts, concentrating on the pebbled peaks. A moan catches in her throat, and she arches up, her hair spilling over her shoulders. She’s so Goddamn beautiful. I reach under the sheet and touch her between her legs.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?” I murmur. I imagine her inviting pussy is just as tender as her nipples.
She presses my hand with hers, and I eagerly take the invitation. I don’t tease her this time, just finger her clit with firm, steady strokes, increasing the pressure as she slides her hips up against me. She’s grasping my wrist, pushing hard against my hand. I hold my other hand at the base of her spine and she lets out a long, deep moan. She closes her eyes, rocking against my hand, panting words of encouragement.
Yes. There. So good.
Tension washes across her face as her orgasm builds. I keep her there for just a brief moment, but then give her what she needs, rubbing my finger against her wet clit as she jerks against my hand, coming as she lets out a series of desperate squeaks. What sound could be better than that? She holds my hand where it is as she pulses around me, her eyes clenched shut still. I wait for her to come down, enjoying the hot, wet slickness of her body. Those green eyes flash open, and she pushes me on my back with a ferocity that makes me so hard it’s nearly painful.
She whips the sheet back and strokes my cock with her hand which is damp from her come. I let her touch me in whatever way feels good to her. She smiles sweetly at me, and then rises above my hips, taking my cock in her hand. She holds me at her entrance, and then slides down my shaft, her mouth opening in a soft sigh of pleasure.
Christ.
I’m not going to last long.
Her eyes drift shut as she moves up and down my shaft, squeezing me with her inner muscles as she does. The pressure is exquisite. I reach up to caress her breasts and when I touch her nipples, her head falls back at the sensation. Her nipples are so sensitive. I love how touching her there keys her up as much as touching her pussy does. I want to explore her entire body. See if she has any other, maybe more secret, sensitive areas.
“Mmm,” she moans, pushing slowly down until I’m fully sheathed in her. “Oh, you feel good there.”
I’m so fucking hard. My balls tighten as she repeats her evil magic several more times, and every time she’s filled up with me, she lets me know how good it feels.
It’s too much.
Time to push her closer to the edge.
I fondle her clit with one hand as I roll my thumb over her nipples with the other. Her brow furrows as she tries to get control over how fast her pleasure is growing, but the way she presses her full lips together lets me know she’s losing that fight. She whimpers, and I circle her clit a few more times before resting my hands on her hips.
I need her to come. I need her to come now.
“Can I?” I ask, squeezing her hips. She knows what I’m asking and nods tightly, her lips still pressed together. She’s close, but she wants me to come first.
Not going to happen.
I grab her hips, and thrust up inside her, rolling my hips as I do. She gasps when I hit that special spot inside her front wall. I want to watch her take her pleasure on me. Want to make her crazy with how good it feels. Want her to have every last inch of me. I help her ride me, and the sight of her breasts bouncing, wet from my lips, is almost more than I can take.
She’s making those delicious squeaking noises again, and her hair is damp with sweat and sticking to her body. Her mouth falls open as I keep up a fast, determined pace, and she wants to grab on to something, to anything. I roll up so she can hold onto my shoulders again, and her squeaks turn into a long, pleasured cry as she grips me tightly, eagerly meeting my thrusts.
“Gio, oh, my God. Gio.” Her head is tipped back again. “Please. I need, oh God.”
I know what she needs.
She needs to come again, hard and long on my cock.
I slow my pace, but don’t ease off on the power, and slam into her, hold there, and then drag my cock against her clit. She feels fucking amazing. Her eyes shoot open and her mouth is a perfect “o”. I do this several more times, and she comes to pieces around me, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around me, her mouth against my neck. She wants to scream like she did last night.
“Let go,” I whisper. “Let go, Beauty.”
A ragged cry tears out of her lips, and she clings to me as she rides out her orgasm, and I’m right there with her, climaxing as I hold her there.
I probably should’ve stopped her at some point and grabbed a condom, but it’s a moot point now.
