Page 174 of Titus

I licked my now-parched lips in response, only able to offer a smile of want in return. She freed her perfectly full breasts from her bra, tossed it aside, then stepped out of her thong. The sizzling air hissed all around us, our bodies heated with desire.

She walked toward me, gently guiding me to lie back on the bed as she crawled over me. I went to touch the one place I had wanted all night, but she resisted me and moved both my hands over my head. I felt her warmth and slickness slide over my abdomen as she rubbed herself against me, and she traced her tongue over my lips.

Holy shit. I could only moan softly as her tongue gently pressed against the tip of mine, exploring the inside of my mouth as if she’d never been kissed by me before. I fell wholly and completely at her mercy, feeling the pleasure of her gently and thoroughly dominating me.

“Fuck,” I answered as her lips pulled away just as I was returning her kiss with desperate intensity.

God, this was such a fucking turn on.

Her lips ran down my chest, over to a nipple, where her tongue ran circles that were so arousing, my pulse kicked harder as my dick nearly jumped in response to the sensation.

She moved lower, kissing and running trails of pleasure down the rigid frame of my body until she reached the one part of me that was throbbing for more.

Cat’s eyes watched mine with a look of desire while she positioned herself between my legs. I was already dripping for more of her when her delicate hands went to my thighs, spreading my legs open further for her.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed out raggedly.

My eyes closed, and my head pressed back into the pillow when the tip of her tongue left my thighs and explored beneath my erection.

Goddamn. The attention she was giving to my most sensitive area nearly undid me, and every muscle in my body tightened. A soft groan escaped me when a powerful ache coiled through my abdomen as her tongue swept up, exploring the one body part I knew would betray me if I didn’t manage to control when I let myself go.

The fight against the pleasure I wanted from her mouth as she took me like she was starved for it was heightening my arousal to an explosive state if I allowed myself to lose control.

I wouldn’t.

The tension became almost unbearable, knowing all I wanted was to take her and drive myself into her, but I wouldn’t allow myself that freedom. Not when she was practically moaning into my cock as if she were savoring the precum I knew she was tasting.

I almost lost myself in her mouth when she pulled away and climbed over to capture my lips again.

“The condoms are in the car, cariño,” I said, in a voice I didn’t recognize.

She smiled. “I’m on the pill if you can trust that.”

My eyes widened at what she was so freely trusting me with right now. I weaved a hand through her hair, bringing her eyes to meet mine.

“If the pill fails, I wouldn’t have a problem meeting our first daughter in nine months,” I said, my brain able to refocus and inject humor for a split second.

“Are you sure you want me like that?” she questioned.

Her eyes told me she was still gone with pleasure and arousal.

“That’s not even a question,” I answered.

Her smile told me everything as she moved back and gently held my cock in her hands, sliding down onto me.

I hadn’t expected the difference of not using a condom to matter. It did. Far more than it should have. The sensation was impossible to ignore, but what truly unsettled me was the intimacy of it. Nothing separated us. Nothing softened the reality of her. Every movement she made felt more immediate. More personal. And more real.

For a man who spent his life controlling variables, removing barriers should not have felt so significant, yet somehow it did. Because it wasn’t simply about sensation; it was about trust. About the realization that Catalina had somehow become the one person I wanted as close as humanly possible.

Never in my life had I imagined a day would come when I found a woman worth surrendering to like this.

Her eyes closed as her hips moved in circles, and I watched her take her hand and roll her clit between her fingers. Everything in me was pulsing for more while I listened to her soft whimpers, her breasts gently bouncing while she pleasured herself with me.

Her eyes reopened and met mine when I readjusted my hips and brought my knees up, gently guiding her to lie back so I could angle myself to reach the spot I knew she was trying to maneuver my dick to find.

“Fuck. God, yes,” she said when I moved my hips up.

I was on it, and now she was able to roll my tip over her spot to build more toward the orgasm I knew she was desperate for.