Page 141 of Poison and Wine

Nodding, I replied, “I’ll take whatever you can give me.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Then we’ll try again another day.” And it was the truth. The last thing in the world I would ever do was hurt her physically. Just the thought sent an ache through my chest.

But like the strong-willed goddess she was, a determined glint flashed in Caterina’s eyes as she took my cock in her hand. Bringing it to her center, we both hissed at the feel. Then she began to slide inch by glorious inch down my cock. The slow burn had me aching to thrust up my hips, but I knew it would cause her pain.

When I was finally sheathed within her, I shuddered at the feeling. Staring up at her, I asked, “How does it feel?”

She bit down on her lip. “Stretched…but good.” She looked at me. “How does it feel for you?”

Shifting my hips, I groaned in ecstasy. “Fucking amazing.” That was an understatement. Nothing felt like being buried deep within Caterina–her walls clenching me in a vise.

The apprehension on Caterina’s face evaporated at my comment, and she grinned down at me. “I love you, Callum.”

I returned her grin. “I love you more, Kitten.”

“Will you fuck me now?”

“My pleasure.”

As Caterina began to slowly ride me, I eased my hips slightly up and down. Once she found her stride, she began to speed up her pace. My hands came to grip her hips, and I pushed her on and off of me. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she murmured.

Digging my feet into the mattress, I began to thrust harder inside her. “Are you still okay?” I grunted.

“Mm, hmm.” She bit her lip as she stared down at me. “So good, baby.”

That was music to my fucking ears. As I fucked her faster, my balls began to slap her ass. Caterina splayed her hands on my chest as hips swiveled on my cock. Her pants and my grunts of pleasure filled the room. “Oh, oh, oh!” she cried as her walls began to clench around my dick. That was all it took to set me off. It was probably better for her if I didn’t last too long.

Once I finished coming, I slowly eased out of her and pulled off the condom. After throwing it into the trash, I joined her back in the bed. I bestowed a passionate kiss on her lips before lying down beside her. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” She smiled up at me. “It is always with you.”

“I feel the same way, Kitten.” I leaned in to kiss her again when a wail went off in the sitting room. “I think our cock blocker has woken up.”

Caterina swatted my arm. “Don’t ever call her that,” she huffed, although the corners of her lips did turn up.

I rose off the bed. “I’ll throw on some pants and grab her.”

Nodding, Caterina said, “I’ll go clean up.”

As she started for the bathroom, I opened the sitting room door. At the sound of my footsteps, Julianna’s waning cries ratcheted up several decibels. “Da’s coming, mo stoirín.”

When I reached her crib, she held her arms up for me. I quickly picked her up and snuggled her to my chest. I peppered the top of her head with kisses. Her cries quieted to snubs as she burrowed her face into my neck.

I cooed words of comfort to her in Irish. Between Caterina and me, she was sure to be trilingual with Irish and Italian. When Caterina appeared in the doorway in yoga pants and a t-shirt, adoration filled her face. As she walked over to us, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the rise and fall of her hips and the way her top stretched across her tits.

She wagged a finger at me. “You better put those thoughts on the back burner until she goes to bed tonight.”

“I have a feeling it’ll be longer than that. Mam said she’d probably be fretful today after her shots and not sleep well.”

Caterina jutted her chin at me. “Our spoiled girl is back asleep.”

I winked at her. “She just needed her da.”

Instead of giving me grief, Caterina merely smiled up at me. “Although I should be angry, I love how you spoil and adore her.”

“Just like I do you.”