Page 102 of The Catch

"Nothing feels as good as this," I confess.

My bedroom is a sanctuary. Walls and furniture fill the space in moody coffee shades— cappuccino, mocha, espresso everywhere. Except for my bed and curtains, draped in rich, light cream tones. All metals are a brushed, muted gold. The lights are subtly tinted to add depth and emotion.

"Take it easy," I moan. "Take it slow. Let me feel you."

The walls of her pussy ripple again around me and I push my head against the pillow.

"Yes, just like that," I say. "To feel these vibrations and what they do to you. Just like this. Please."

She whimpers and collapses on top of me, like the sensations are too much. I wrap my arms around her as she kisses my neck. Moans again.

I echo her. "Tell me it feels good. Tell me you feel the vibe and my cock and it feels good."

"I've never felt this good." She rolls her hips— once.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and hold on to her right.

She rocks again. "I need to move. Please. Please."

A strangled noise makes it out of my throat. I trace the mountains of her body until I can grab her hips hard again. I guide her movements. In this angle, she presses onto my vibe. I bite my lip.

"Gael!"

She comes with my name on her lips. It's a long orgasm, waves of pressure around my cock making me see white.

"Amelia."

I roll us in bed again so she's under me. I press my hips into her, forcing the vibe to intensify her climax. When the spasms slow down, I roll my hips gently, going as deep as I can and staying there, pushing, letting the vibrator do its thing.

She whimpers. "It's too much."

"Tell me you'll take it. For me. Please."

"You like this?"

"I'm inside you. Feeling you. There's nothing better. I beg you."

"Only if you're a good boy."

"I am. So good. Right? Do you like this?"

I move in and out, only an inch at a time. The way she squeezes me now, I know she's doing it on purpose. I groan.

"Will you make me come again?" she asks.

"I need to. Be good and give me another one. I can't come until you come again."

"You want me to come again that badly?"

"Yes. Always. Yes."

She takes the remote I threw onto the mattress and changes the vibration pattern. The sensation travels through my cock and deep into my lower belly. I moan. The change makes everything hypersensitive again.

"Do you like this, Gael?"

"So much. Do you like it? Tell me you like it. I need you— I need—"

I keep rolling my hips in small circular motions, making sure to push into her flesh.