“Spread your legs and hold on to the counter.” I opened the cabinet door beneath the sink. “Kick off your heels and prop your foot on the door.”

She complied a bit hesitantly, opening herself up to me. Then she leaned forward, and her beautiful, full ass was up in the air at a perfect angle, the arch in her back pressing her tits up, giving me a great view in the mirror.

My mouth watered, wanting to taste every part of her. Never had a woman called to me in such a manner, but every inch of Catarina was enticing me to make her mine before some other motherfucker came along. If that ever happened, I would fucking kill him before he had a chance to look at her twice.

“Baby, you’re slick with me down your thighs. Do you feel me?” When I glided my hands up her arms, she shivered but didn’t move. Her skin was like satin, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Yes.” Her moan was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. I wanted to make her do it religiously.

She stared at me through the mirror in anticipation. Lust swarmed in her eyes, and I wanted to devour every ounce of it, suck it into my memory, and never let it go.

I didn’t give her time to think. Gentle was for another time, not right then. The lust and passion were too much. I positioned my cock at her entrance, the tip drenched in her wetness. In one swift move, I was balls deep, the pressure of her clamping around me so tight I ground my teeth, biting back a curse. I clutched her hips hard, knowing she would have bruises in the morning, but it only made my dick harder and fingers clench tighter at the thought I had left my mark on her.

After gaining some semblance of control, I pumped relentlessly into her, feeling her pussy grip and retract around me. I watched her eyes in the mirror as they glazed over. She was close.

I swiveled my hips and watched as her eyes shot open, her lips slightly parted as I must have hit her sweet spot. I reached around, needing to feel the weight of her breast in my hand. I squeezed hard and kneaded up to her nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then, with one wicked thrust, I seated myself to the hilt, and she detonated uncontrollably. I watched her closely in the mirror, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. She held nothing back, shattering into a million pieces.

Her head flew back, arching her neck beautifully, letting any pleasured sounds escape her lips without restraint. She was totally uninhibited. Every movement of her body was pure and genuine. The clutch of the countertop with her hands, the curl of her foot around the cabinet door. Nothing was fake or timid, and that only made me want her that much more.

I gave her three more deep thrusts then released my seed into her body. Euphoria had nothing on the feeling inside of me. A sense of calm washed over me, something I was sure I hadn’t felt ever in my life. It was as if all the demons inside me were laid to rest and I felt, for the first time ever, true peace.

I laid my head between her shoulder blades, trying to catch my breath, closing my eyes and breathing her in, memorizing each movement of her body. Catarina was trying to take large gulps of breath that caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly.

I lifted my head to see a smiling woman reflected back at me. Her eyes were glazed in pleasure, cheeks flushed, and the glow around her was a beautiful sight. All I wanted to do was fuck her again. I couldn’t seem to restrain myself.

I moved my semi-erect cock in and out of her wet channel, and she flinched, shutting her eyes tight in pain. Shit. I stopped immediately.

“You sore, dolcezza?” The last thing on earth I wanted to do was hurt this woman, especially after what she just gave me.

“Yeah, a little.”

Fuck, I had been a bit rough with her.

“Let’s get you in the shower and then we can lie down.”

Once she nodded, I slowly pulled out the rest of the way and she sucked in a deep breath. My come fell into a puddle on the floor, and I grinned, feeling utterly satisfied with myself.

She set her foot down right in the puddle, looking up at me with an amused look. “Great. You’re cleaning this up, you know.” She winked, but was still trying to get balance over her jelly legs.

I smirked. “Thought I’d have you lick it up.”

“In your dreams.” Something flashed in her eyes, telling me that, if I ordered her to do it, she probably fucking would. Holy shit! That revelation opened up a whole realm of possibilities for the both of us.

She brushed past me—her walk a bit unsteady—to the shower where she turned it on full blast. As she stood there, testing the water with her hand outstretched, I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her firmly, cupping her tits in my hands and massaging them. Her head fell back against my shoulder, and soft mewls escaped her lips. I removed a hand from her soft flesh and tested the water, finding it comfortable. She was so lost in my touch the water didn’t register.

“Get in, babe.” Stepping into the hot spray, I reached for the soap, lathered it up, and proceeded to wash her body.

With each brush of my hands, her body relaxed more and more. I washed away the remnants of sex from her body then rinsed the suds away. Part of me wanted to fuck her again to put my smell back on her skin, but she looked exhausted and completely wrung out.

I reached for the shampoo and began to massage her scalp, moving my fingers rhythmically across her head. She began swaying, so I knew my fingers were hitting the right spots.

“Like that?”

“Very much. A woman could get used to this.”

I chuckled then rinsed her hair, applied conditioner, and gave her the same treatment all over again. Her steady breathing and faint mewls were all the thanks I needed. I realized how much I liked doing this for her. Only for her.

“Sit down here for a minute.” I moved the shampoo bottle to reveal a little seat, and she did as I asked. I didn’t need her falling from her shaky legs.

I washed quickly, now smelling like some kind of fruit from her shampoo, but I didn’t give a shit. I turned the water off then grabbed a towel from the rack. “Stand up, pretty girl.”

She tried to stand, but exhaustion was staking its claim on her body. I wrapped the towel around her as best I could then scooped her up in my arms. I sat her on the counter, swiftly drying her body and hair, and then wrapped the cloth around her body. Grabbing another towel, I rapidly dried myself.

I lifted her to my chest, and she nuzzled in, her eyes already closed. I couldn’t even begin to explain what a fucking turn on it was that she knew I would take care of her, that she trusted me to do so. I had to wonder if she gave her trust freely, but after replaying the night before I knew she didn’t. It was an honor to get it and I’d cherish it.

I carried her to the bed, pulling back all the teal blankets, leaving white sheets. Now I knew where she got the color for her dress tonight. Must be her favorite, I made a mental note.

I laid her on the bed and climbed in next to her, pulling her to my body, her face resting on my chest and my arms around her.

Her breaths were even as I pulled the covers over both of us. This absolutely fucking beat some random fuck and then sleeping alone in my hotel room.

I rubbed my hand absently over her shoulder, feeling her body quiver at my touch, then pulled her even closer to me. She snuggled in, resting her head on my chest.

It was definitely official. I was fucked, and I didn’t get fucked. Ever. Yet Catarina was doing just that. At every small little turn, she was sucking me in, pulling me to her, making me want to have something more in my life. I had to go back to California. She had her family and job here. How in the fuck would that work? I could fucking tie her up and take her with me, but I would have shit to answer for that. Sal and Vino would take me out if I even tried it. Two fucking days I had known her—two—and all I knew for certain was I would enjoy every fucking minute I had with her.