Avoiding the question she pulled back the sheets. She reached through the opening of his boxers and drew his dick out of the slit as she lowered her head to run her tongue across his bare chest. Dominic ran his hand over her hair and cupped the back of her head. “I’ve missed you so much cara,” he said softly.
She massaged his erection while circling his nipple with the tip of her tongue. He closed his eyes giving in to his weakness for her. Catalina ripped away the rest of the covers and straddled him. She positioned herself over his penis and slid down on his upturned dick effortlessly. Catalina rocked back and forth. Below, pleasure rippled through her pelvis from the stiff thickness stretching and filling her. Rubbing her hands over his muscled chest she let her fingers play with the soft curls dusting his pecks. Having him vacated the void of desperation she wallowed in.
He arched his back and fisted the sheets on either side of him as she rotated her hips in a way that enslaved him. Her touch was always gentle and sweet. No woman completed him as she did. She then leaned over, placing the palms of her hands on either side of his head so she could bounce on his cock, taking him in and releasing him repeatedly. Her lovely extended nipples hung in his face, and he opened his eyes and flicked his tongue upward toward her rose pink nipples that felt at home in his mouth. “Oh yes, Domi,” she moaned, quickening her bounce and gripping the pillow.
“Ti amo,” he said releasing her nipple and pulling her face down to kiss her. He found her mouth as feverish as the inner walls of her clenching *. Her tongue moved in and out of his mouth teasing him. Grabbing her rounded butt cheeks he thrust his hips upward to match her rhythm as he neared the orgasm that she brought from him with little effort.
“Not yet,” she whispered slowing down her rotating hips the way he liked. She didn’t want it to end? Good. Neither did he. He’d missed her so desperately the past few days. He’d sell his soul to the devil for this moment, and more of them.
“I want to make love to you all night. Let me,” she groaned as she grooved on top of him. Neither of them could stand it any longer. He flipped her over to her back and she turned her head to the left immediately showing only the right side of her face. Dominic licked the side of her neck pounding his need into her. Catalina tightened her thighs to receive him, scratching his back as she fought to hold on. He whispered his love for her again in her ear, and she felt a sense of peace overcome her. Letting go of her inhibitions, she joined him and climaxed.
Exhausted he fell upon her, sweaty, his thick black curly locks pressed flat against his head. “We shouldn’t have done this,” he said lifting his head to look at her. Catalina’s hair fell free revealing her bruise. Tears in her eyes she looked at him sadly. “I have no one else but you, Domi.”
Dominic reached over to the lamp and switched it on to be sure his eyes didn’t deceive him. He turned her chin to get a good look at the ugly scar. “What the fuck is this?”
“He beats me, Domi.”
He touched the side of her face as if the bruise would magically disappear. She stared into his dark brown eyes and rubbed his sweaty shoulders. “I didn’t want you to know.”
Dominic sat up slowly. Air barely escaped him. He was breathless with rage. “Non ci credo! I’ll kill… I’ll fucking kill that motherfucker!” he yanked off the covers. Catalina flung herself on him to keep him in bed.
“No! Domi, look at me. Listen to me!” She grabbed his face and forced him to connect with her. Maybe it was the shock that made his reflexes slow. The room was spinning and his chest felt like it was weighed down with bricks. He hadn’t seen what he saw. She hadn’t said what she said. None of it could be true on his watch. The motherfucker would dare touch her?