Page 38 of A Follow-Through in Faking

Especially because I love how much pleasure it brings her to top me, figuratively and literally.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Cata says, sinking fully down on my cock.

“I’m gonna come,” I blurt out as my head falls backward. Feeling her wrapped around the length of me is too good.

I clamp my eyes shut so at least the visual of Catalina bouncing on my cock is taken away, but her chuckle because of my words is a different type of torture in itself.

“Has it been too long for you, Santi? Is your cock too sensitive?” she asks, the teasing tone she’s using makes my cheeks flush. I hate that it only makes this hotter.

“It’s been too long. I’ve wanted you for too long, and you feel so much better than I could have ever imagined,” I admit.

“I fucked my own hand more times than I can remember thinking about this very moment, but none of my fantasies compare to you,” I go on, my hands reaching for her hips as I lift my head again, looking at where Cata is sitting on me.

She’s waiting for me to be ready, to not be a one-pump chump, or whatever they call it in English, but I’m still fighting my orgasm with every fiber of my being.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about you when I slid my toys between my legs, Santi. If I said I didn’t think about you filling me instead to make myself come.”

Fuck me.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck.

“Cata, if you keep talking, I’m going to come without you even moving.” Because that’s all it would take. That’s how much I want her.

“Play with my clit, Santi. It’s really sensitive because of the piercing there, so if you work it well, I’ll come quickly too,” she assures me with a soft kiss on the lips, but I’m too focused on her words to enjoy the kiss or the reassurance.

“You have a clit piercing too?” I ask, and amusement flickers through her eyes before she nods. “Fuck, Cata, you’re going to kill me.” She chuckles again as she lifts off my cock halfway, only to slam down again. “Oh my f—”

My words cut off as I groan in pleasure.

Cata keeps riding me, rolling her hips forward, then to either side to find the spot inside of her where she needs me the most. And I’m more than happy being her toy that she can use to chase her own pleasure.

I’m drunk on her.

My fingers find her clit, the metal of her piercing so hard in contrast to her skin.

I rub my thumb over it, making Cata slam her hands on my chest and throw her head back.

Her breasts bounce with her movements, and I take my time studying the way they almost hit my lips as she rides me before dropping my gaze to where my finger is.

My balls tighten, bringing me even closer to my orgasm when I first spot her piercing and then stare at the spot where we’re joined.

I pick up my speed, desperate to make her come because I won’t fucking last. With Cata’s walls squeezing my cock, her hair wild and free, and her nails digging into my chest, leaving marks, there is no way I can resist this paradise.

“Yes, oh yes,” she chants as I press down on her clit. She fucks me harder and faster, taking me as deep as possible, and when she slams down on me again, I come so hard, my vision goes black.

Catalina’s entire body shakes on top of me while she rolls her hips and calls out my name, riding out her orgasm and elongating mine to the point where I have to hold onto her hips to get her to stop.

Wave over wave of pleasure rocks through me, and I love that she kisses me right then and there.

I love that she kisses me as we both come apart because it feels like she’s putting me back together with that single kiss.

“Cata,” I moan when she keeps rolling her hips, grinding her clit against my thumb. A weird combination of pain and pleasure shoots through me, and I can’t decide if I want her to stop or keep going.

“You’re still semi-hard,” she says, leaning backward to cup my balls.

“Fuck, Cata. No more,” I beg, but I have a safeword I’m not using.

“Are you overstimulated already?” she asks with an amused lilt in her voice.

“I don’t know. Fuck, keep going.” I’m contradicting myself, I know I am, but I don’t ever want this to end, and the pain only makes me fully hard again.

“Keep going? Stop? What do you want?” She kneads my balls, and my head falls backward onto the table again.

“I want more,” I whisper because all strength has left my voice.

“Good boy,” she praises, and I moan so loudly when she tightens her grip on my balls and slams down on my cock again. “Sit up, Santi. Put your hands on my clit and tits as I ride you the other way around,” she instructs, releasing me entirely as she spins around.

Her ass is perfectly on display as she reaches for another condom and a small towel, throwing them both my way.

I clean myself up and slide a new condom down, my cock so sensitive that my legs shake with the motion of rolling the tight latex down.

Cata doesn’t waste a second, lining my dick back up with her entrance, then sinking down.

I just about lose it.

Bringing one of my hands to her clit and the other to her left breast, my arm banded around her so both of them get attention, I give myself over to the pleasure.

Cata rides me like I’ve never been ridden before, hard and fast and precise to make sure she hits the perfect spot inside of her while bringing me more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

I play with her nipple and clit piercings, making her writhe on top of me until her movements become frantic.

I don’t know how much time passes. It feels like an eternity and yet no time at all, and when she finally clenches around me again, crying out as her body trembles, I hold onto her and fuck up into her.

My pleasure is bliss, sending me straight to paradise.

“We should have been doing that for years,” I blurt out minutes later, her breathing as uneven as mine.

“You would have gotten sick of me by now,” she replies with a laugh, but it sounds as unamused as I feel.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get sick of you, Catalina. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

Fuck me, why the hell did I say that?

Why would I bring up something so deep after we’ve just had sex for the first time?

She’s not going to believe me, something her next words prove.

“Tell me that again after your post-orgasm high disappears,” she says, bringing her lips back down to mine for one last, sweet kiss.

She gets off my spent cock, but my limbs are still jello, so I don’t move a centimeter.

“Until then, let's get this stupid press conference over with so I can go see my family.” She picks up her clothes and dresses in record time, and I make a mental note to tell her she’s my favorite person again when we have a quiet moment.

Because it’ll be as true then as it is now, if not more.