Wildcat

Katya

I felt powerful and vulnerable.

High and drunk in lust.

The sight of Ferrara between my legs was enough to set me off, but then his masterful tongue darted out and swept over my swollen flesh, and a moan wrenched from my lips.

He ate me out like I was the favorite meal he had been craving, his fingers reaching upwards to play with the flesh of my nipples and wrap around my breasts.

I thrashed on the couch, arching my back as I pushed my hips closer to him, craving more and more.

I wanted, needed...

I felt greedy and crazy with desire, moans and gasps leaving my lips, my fingers slipping into his hair to hold him captive.

Ferrara drove me insane with the kind of immeasurable pleasure I hadn't thought possible since the night I met him.

And now, it was more heightened, better than I ever remembered, more intense than my memories.

Heat pooled in every part of my body, and the movement of his went faster and faster, sending me to the edge of the cliff.

"Ferrara...." His name was a c