Page 40 of A Follow-Through in Faking

Santiago

After I won the Monte-Carlo Masters, Catalina and I made our way to Stuttgart, where she won her first singles tournament since taking a break.

She won the finals match against number fifteen in the world, Corinna Ginzler, which was a huge confidence boost for my woman.

She needed it so desperately after returning, and she’s been in a really good mood since.

Layla didn’t compete in that tournament, so Cata took a big chunk out of the point difference that was between them.

Then, she did it again in the Madrid Open, winning the tournament a day before I won the men’s.

Cata and I have both fought our way into the finals of the Italian tournament, and I need her to win this one, too, because directly afterward, we’re making our way to France for Roland Garros, the French Open.

The second Grand Slam tournament of the season.

I brush a strand of hair out of her face, studying the peaceful expression on her face as she sleeps in my arms. My body is spent from all the training we’ve been doing during the day and losing ourselves in one another at night.

There is nothing quite as sweet as making Catalina come. If it were up to me, that’s all I would do, but I have responsibilities. And as much as I’d like to wake and beg her to let me go down on her to wake her properly, we have to go train before her finals match later.

“Cata,” I say quietly, brushing the backs of my fingers over her cheek. “You have to wake up, carino . We’re going to be late,” I add, making her stir in my arms.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbles, and I can’t help but chuckle when she buries her face in my side.

I’ve slept beside Cata a dozen times by now, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how right this feels.

With her limbs tangled in mine. With her hair all over the place.

With the steady beat of her heart calming mine.

I’d never slept beside someone I was in love with, most likely because the person I’ve been in love with most of my life—another fact I can’t wrap my head around—didn’t want me in the way I wanted her.

“Santi, can you relax? I’m trying to use you as a pillow but you’re already as hard as a bag of bricks. You’re even more so when you’re overthinking and your body tenses,” she says, but I see the little smile playing on her lips.

“I am as hard as a brick, carino , but you can’t blame me. It’s the morning and the sexiest woman in the world has half her body draped over mine.”

Her hand instantly drifts down my body, a torturously slow caress that has my already hard cock swelling in my boxers.

“We have places to be,” I remind her, but Cata merely smiles as she slips her finger mere centimeters beneath the waistband of my underwear.

“Does that mean you don’t want me to take care of my favorite toy?” A breathless laugh escapes me as she traces my lower abdomen.

“Is that what my cock is to you? A toy?” I ask with another laugh because I’m so hard, I can’t breathe properly.

“My favorite toy,” she corrects with a wicked smile.

“As long as it’s your favorite,” I croak out, trying to hold eye contact with her, but my eyes flutter shut when her fingers slip back under my boxers, getting closer to my dick.

“It is,” she whispers, her lips finding my earlobe and gently biting down on it.

“Will you let me play with it, Santi? Just for a few minutes until we have to leave,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper, but she has that seductive lull to her voice that would make me give her anything and everything she asks of me.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me, Catalina. I am yours.”

In more ways than I will ever be able to express.

My eyes open to see her rip the blanket off us before she makes her way down my mostly naked body.

She tugs my boxers down at the same time, leaving me completely naked and on display for her.

I barely have time to admire how fucking attractive I find it when she wears my clothes while I wear nothing at all, but then she wraps those perfect lips of hers around my cock and all thoughts leave me.

“Fuck me,” I moan, my hips arching to get deeper. Cata pins them down before I have a chance, leaving me powerless to do anything but take what she gives me.

I almost come from the thought alone.

“You feel so good, Cata. Please give me more,” I beg, and she looks up from between my thighs as she swallows me down completely. “Fuuuuuuck.”

She chuckles against my cock, making me see stars as more pleasure rolls through me. She runs her tongue along the length of my dick, cupping my balls in a way that has me moaning louder than ever before.

But it doesn’t last. She doesn’t make me come. She brings me to the very edge and then her mouth disappears, leaving me to whimper at the loss of contact.

“You look so good sprawled out like this, Santi, with your cock hard and begging to put my mouth back on it.” Her hands trail up my stomach, and she moans at the contact.

“Look at you, corazón . Look how perfect you are,” she says, and I obey because of course I do.

I’ll always obey Catalina when she tells me what to do.

I try to see myself the way she does, see my abs, muscular and thick thighs, my cock with its slight curve and wide built.

I try to see myself through her eyes, but I’d much rather have her see herself through mine because she’d never, ever feel insecure about anything again.

She’d see just how perfect she is, and I don’t mean simply her appearance.

I mean everything about her.

“Cata, what do I have to do so you finally ride my face? Do you want me to get on my knees? Because I will. I’ll do anything,” I say, sitting up to reach for her.

“As much as I’d love to see you on your knees, Santi, I want to ride your face more than I want to breathe,” she replies, and anticipation licks up my spine as I position myself down on the mattress, making it easier for her to straddle my face.

“That makes two of us,” I say and bring my hands to her hips as she comes closer, lifting her onto my face.

“You know what I was dreaming about right before I woke up?” I ask, caressing her magnificently thick thighs as she hovers her pussy over my mouth.

Her eyes catch mine, but I don’t miss the way she trembles in the way she always does when she’s turned on.

“What did you dream about?” she asks, and I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal.

“About shoving my tongue deep inside this beautiful pussy, tasting it, and then making you come so hard, you’ll never want another’s mouth on you,” I reply, my grip on her tightening as I pull her pussy down and toward me.

“I already don’t want another’s mouth on me, Santi. You’ve ruined me for everyone else.”

I lick along the length of her pussy, a reward for both of us.

“Oh my God,” she breathes out, sinking down fully on my face.

“Hold onto my hair and don’t worry about letting me breathe. I’ll breathe when I’ve made you come,” I say, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit with its pretty piercing and making her moan my name.

“Santi, I need you to tap my leg twice if you actually can’t breathe,” Cata says breathlessly, but I don’t tell her that I think breathing is entirely overrated when I could spend an entire lifetime between her legs and never be satisfied.

I eat her out like a starved man, sucking on her clit, then licking along the length of her again before sliding my tongue inside her.

Cata is enjoying every second of it, moaning my name as she rides my face, using my nose to rub against her clit too.

She’s soft in her movements, not grinding hard to hurt me, but I’m digging my fingers into her ass to get her to push down harder.

To take what she needs and give me everything I want.

And what I want is to taste her, my sweet Catalina, for as long as possible before she comes on my face.

Cata rolls her hips, her fingers digging into my hair as I use the flat of my tongue to let her rub against. She’s in control the whole time, chasing her pleasure at her own tempo, until I can no longer handle the slowness.

My cock is so hard, it’s painful, and I want to bury myself deep inside of Catalina again.

Her mouth is heaven, but kissing her while her pussy hugs my cock and her eyes are on mine is one of my favorite things in the world.

“FUCK!” she screams and tugs at my hair when I flick my tongue over her clit and play with her piercing over and over, faster and faster.

She stops her movements to let me fuck her right through her orgasm, and it takes everything inside of me not to thrust into my hand and get me off at the same time.

She tugs on my hair again as she starts grinding down on my face, desperate to ride out her pleasure for as long as possible, and I lick her clean, the taste of her orgasm so addictive, I can’t get enough.

“Put a condom on and fuck me, Santi. Please,” she says, her body still shaking from her orgasm, and the sound of her begging has me moving without hesitation.

I use my hold on her ass to lift her and maneuver us around until she’s on her back on the bed.

The sudden movement has a gasp of surprise leaving her, but it soon turns into a giggle when I kiss her lips, cheek, jaw, and then neck.

She still tastes like me, and I taste like her, and it’s the realest piece of heaven I’ve ever felt.

My fingers reach for the condoms on the nightstand, grabbing one before opening it and sliding it down my length. My mouth stays on her body the whole time, playing with her nipples and moving back up to her neck to lick along its length.