Page 41 of A Follow-Through in Faking

We both got tested, and Cata is on birth control, but she said she didn’t want to have sex without a condom yet, and I respect her decision.

Birth control is only so safe, and if she doesn’t want to have sex without the safety barrier of a condom, then that’s how it’ll be.

If she changes her mind, we’ll lose the condom.

Anything Catalina wants, she gets. I’ll treat her like the queen she is, and I’ll worship her until I die.

Cata wraps her legs around my hips, urging me toward her by pressing the heels of her feet into my ass. She’s usually the one in charge, but I also want her to know that I can fuck her into paradise without any instructions needed.

I sink the head of my cock inside of her, the sensation so wonderful that I grab hold of her legs to steady me as pleasure courses through me in waves.

“More,” Cata says, begs, clawing at my chest as if it would make me do as she said faster.

“Spread your legs, carino . Let me go deeper,” I say, pressing her legs wide and up. Catalina is completely spread out, and the smile on her lips as she reaches for the headboard to hold onto is all the encouragement I need to keep going.

I sink all the way inside of her, my cock buried inside to the hilt. We both moan as soon as I’ve filled her up completely, Cata’s eyes closing as her back arches off the bed.

“You feel so good, Santi. So hard and big,” she says, her fingers wrapping around the columns that make up the headboard. I shiver all over from her words, slipping out to thrust back inside her as hard as I can. “Yes, fuck!” she pants out, and I push her legs even higher to go even deeper.

I almost lose it as I watch her breasts with those pierced nipples bounce with every thrust, but it feels too good to stop. I don’t ever want it to stop. I don’t ever want us to stop.

“Look at the way your pussy hugs my cock, Cata. Look at how perfect this view is,” I say, driving into her hard and slow, finding that one spot inside of her that has her screaming my name.

Her hands drift to her thighs as she stares down the place we connect, and when I place my hand on her clit to rub circles, playing with her piercing, her orgasm explodes through her, catching both of us by surprise.

I don’t slow down. I don’t remove my hand. I fuck her through it and then keep going, chasing my own pleasure.

“Santi, fuck, shit,” she says, followed by more curse words in our mother tongue.

I’m a moaning mess on top of her, trying my best to find a rhythm that makes me come but also makes her come again because I want another from her. I need another. Watching Catalina come undone is pure bliss for me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she says, moaning as I increase my speed and angle her hips up, aiming for her G-spot with every stroke.

I’ve studied Cata’s body closely enough to know where to touch her and fuck her to have her coming harder than she ever has before.

I’m in tune with her pleasure.

“Right there. Yes, fuck!” she chants as I press down on her lower abdomen and the top of her pussy, feeling myself slipping in and out of her.

“Shit, Catalina,” I breathe out, my movements turning frantic.

She squeezes her walls around my cock seconds later, unraveling me.

I come so hard, my entire body trembles.

My cock pulses inside of her as I fill the condom, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes again, too.

If I could, I’d keep slipping in and out, but I have no strength left.

Cata, on the other hand, rolls her hips to keep her pleasure going, dragging out mine too.

I’m a fucking goner.

For her body.

For her mind, heart, and soul.

For her .

Catalina pulls me down to bring my mouth to hers, and I use the proximity to massage her breasts in my hands, scolding myself internally for forgetting to give them any love.

“We don’t have time for you to make me want more, mi corazón ,” she reminds me, nipping at my bottom lip before she smiles.

“Then let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, using all of my willpower to slide out of her.

Cata watches me from the bed as I rip off the condom, hunger in her eyes as she studies my half-hard cock like it’s exactly what she said it was.

Her favorite toy.

A chuckle escapes me as I lift her out of the bed, carrying her to the shower with me.

I take my time washing her, then wrapping her in a towel and placing her on the empty area beside the sink.

I hand her her toothbrush with toothpaste on it, and I do the same for myself, brushing my teeth even if it means getting rid of Cata’s taste for a little.

“Are you ready for today?” I ask once we’re done.

Cata hands me a cotton swab and some cleansing toner that she uses for her face. The message is clear, and I waste no time putting some of that liquid on the swap and swiping it across her face.

Fuck, but I love these moments more than anything else in the world. The quiet ones. The ones just between us when she’s entirely mine and no one else’s. When she wants me to take care of her. When she lets me in.

“I’m ready for today, but Santi…” She trails off, uncertainty covering her features.

“What, carino ?” I ask softly, placing my hands on either side of her thighs where they rest on the marble.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for Roland Garros.

I need to win that tournament, and I—I just feel so hopeless.

Maybe if there was a way I could feel closer to my mamá again, I’d feel more confident, but right now?

I’m so lost,” she admits, placing her hand on the spot between my neck and collarbone, her eyes trained on her fingers.

“I’m so lost without her in the world of tennis,” she whispers.

“What can I do to help you find your way again?” I ask, but she simply presses her lips to mine, lingering there with her eyes closed. Mine are half-open, too desperate to take in the sight of her to close them fully.

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thank you for wanting to try,” she says before pushing herself off the sink, her hand trailing across my naked stomach before it disappears entirely as she leaves the room.

“I’m going to find a way,” I mumble, even if she can’t hear me anymore.