Page 53 of Hearts of Wealth

“Good?” he asked in a husky voice, his mouth curving into a satisfied smirk as he climbed back up alongside me.

I managed a weak nod and a contented sigh. He chuckled, pulling me close to him. His chest was warm against my cheek, beating rhythmically in time with mine.

“That was too much,” I moaned. “I think you broke me.”

He laughed and slid over the top of me. “Not yet I haven’t.”

He positioned his body over mine. His erection pressed against my stomach. My body was still enduring one powerful spasm after another.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes and stared up at him. He brushed his lips gently against mine, barely-there kisses that had me lifting my head to take more from him.

“I need you, Catherine,” he whispered into my mouth, his words filled with a desperate hunger that mirrored my own. “Not just like this. I need you in my life.”

“And you have me,” I assured him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to move closer. He moved his hips, sliding his erection over me before lining the head of his cock up with my slick opening. My body throbbed, waiting for him to enter.

“Timothy, please,” I whimpered.

He slid just the tip inside, his eyes still locked on mine. The intimacy of the moment was the most powerful emotion I had ever felt.

He slid in just a tiny bit more. It teased and tantalized and drove me absolutely wild. My fingers slid down his arms and then to his back. My nails scraped over his flesh. He stayed perfectly still. It was too much. I had to move. I pushed my hips up, taking him deeper inside me.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Fuck me. Use me.”

His words sent a wave of wicked delight crashing through me. I tightened my legs around him in response. He moaned as I ground my hips against his, seeking the friction I craved. He watched me take charge, the sense of power that came with being able to elicit such reactions from him intoxicating. He stayed perfectly still, his jaw clenched and his weight supported on his arms.

I dug my nails into his back, urging him to go deeper still. He let out a grunt of pleasure as he obliged and pushed himself deeper inside me, the sensation causing me to gasp and arch my back.

“Yes!” I cried out.

Our bodies moved together in a rhythm honed by countless nights of passionate desire, fueled by the raw, unadulterated love shared between us. His chest heaved against mine, his hot breaths mingling with mine as our fervor escalated. I felt him shudder above me, pushing deeper and harder, each thrust sending shivers of delight coursing through my body. I pushed up against him.

“Catherine,” he breathed, his voice thick with need.

Our bodies slammed against each other. The bed rocked against the wall with an intensity that echoed our fervor. Our frantic movements were a raw primal dance of need and longing. The room swam in a haze of lust as we lost ourselves in each other, each eager to satiate the other.

“Timothy,” I gasped. My voice was hoarse from the groans and deep breaths. The animalistic cries echoed through the room and spurred us on.

He brought his lips down to meet mine in a fiery kiss, swallowing every cry and moan that escaped my lips. His hands threaded through my hair, holding me captive to his desires as he rocked into me with a rhythm that was both exhilarating and torturous. I writhed beneath him, my body matching his in a dance as old as time.

He pounded harder, driving himself deeper into me until I could feel the very essence of him within me.

“I love you, Catherine,” he growled into my ear, his voice frayed with the intensity of our shared ecstasy. “I love you so much.”

His confession tore a sob from my lips as he pushed us both over the edge into oblivion. His body tensed above mine, and a roar escaped his lips before he fell on top of me.

We lay in bed together for a while, our hearts finally slowing down to a normal rhythm.

“I think I should spend more time with your dad,” he said.

“Um, we just had the most passionate sex I’ve ever had and you bring up my father?” I joked.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking about your dad. I was thinking about how I was going to spend more time with you. That involves getting your father to trust me and to get him well. It’s not like I have a lot of other stuff to do right now. If I’m with him, you can finish Henry’s house. The sooner that’s done, the happier I will be.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, Timothy,” I said. “I know my dad will appreciate it. He’s probably craving some man time.”

“I want to do whatever I can to help.”

“Thank you, Timothy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Timothy pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “You don’t have to do anything alone, Catherine,” he whispered. “I’m here for you, always. As far as I’m concerned, I’m always going to be here for you.”

Part of me couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. Our plans to move in together were still up in the air, overshadowed by the uncertainty of my dad’s health. There was no way in hell my father would move into Timothy’s house. I had to get him healthy before I could even think about moving in with Timothy.