In the dark of the night
Caterina’s tanned cheeks warmed up, and not just from what he was doing to her but also what he was saying. “Edwin…”, she moaned softly, her cunt becoming slicker and throbbing around him as she neared her orgasm. She wrapped her legs tighter around him. The thought of him leaving hadn’t even crossed her mind but when it did, it would no doubt be heart breaking.
Edwin let his lips roam along her, kissing slowly down her throat and collarbone as he thrust into her. His lips eventually came to her left breast. He started kissing and nipping at it, mindful not to mark her up too badly.
Caterina’s hands moved from his back, back into his hair. She tangled her fingers around it and opened her eyes to watch him while pushing her chest up. She gasped, not knowing how good his mouth could have felt there. “Mmm..harder..”, she dared.
He started to thrust faster and harder into her, hips hips slamming againsther’s as he gave her breast a rough bite, almost drawing blood. He hadn’t exactly intended to bite that hard, but he had. His tongue darted out, running over the mark slowly.
Caterina cried out loud enough that her sound echoed around his caravan. She knew she’d have a bruise left behind by that bite, but it’d felt so good. Her cunt throbbed harder now and she gasped to take in a deep breath. Her hips had bucked in response, and were trying to keep up with his now as she grew slicker between her legs. She moved one hand from his hair to his backside, gripping it, nails digging in.
“fuck…Cat…” he breathed, bucking forward harder suddenly, “I need to cum…” he hadn’t realized how close he was until that sudden feeling came rushing forwards. He bit her nipple, tugging on it firmly.
Caterina whimpered. She was right there too, her pussy tightening around him. “Fill me, Edwin…please..”, she gasped. She pressed up when he tugged her nipple and then grabbed his face, bringing him up. She kissed and hard and deep as she came, crying out into his mouth.
He moaned loudly, their sounds echoing in his caravan as they both came. His hips jerked forward erratically as he filled her, nails digging in her hips.
Caterina laid there with him after, out of breath and completely sated. She could feel his release inside. She left her hips around his waist and moaned. “Don’t move…”
Edwin hummed and settled on top of her, kissing her shoulders lightly. He’d do whatever she asked. And he just didn’t want to move. “Never…” He murmured.
Caterina laid comfortable beneath him. He felt so nice on top of her. She wanted to stay with him. She couldn’t imagine leaving, especially not now.
He shifted a little, making sure his cock remained buried inside of her and he moved to push himself up so he was leaning on his elbows. “You’re perfect…” He hummed, leaning his head down and kissing her breasts again.
Caterina ran her hands all around on his torso. “So are you…”, she sighed. Her tanned breast was already bruises from his assault. She pressed up, moaning softly, realizing how tender is was.
Edwin gave a low hum, settling into that after sex haze of love and satisfaction. How slowly kissed her body, resting his chin after a moment between her breasts. “I think I love you…” he breathed.
Caterina closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of him kissing her, touching her. His lips and fingers felt amazing against her skin. She just wanted more of him. She didn’t want it to end. She felt a smirk come to her lips. Think. That word gave away that he realized how crazy it was, to feel so strong for a person even after just mere hours with them. She knew, because she felt the same way. “….I think I love you, too…”, she sighed, opening her eyes to look down at him.
Edwin laid there a moment, taking in her words, and the look on her face… “Marry me…?” he asked, not even processing the words until they’d escaped his mouth. If they married, she’d be his. For good. He’d probably only see her when he was in town, and they’d probably never be able to go too public, but she’d be his…
Caterina looked at him. She felt crazy even considering it, but she couldn’t stop from answering, “Yes. I will.” She wanted to be his. She wanted to go away with him, live in his perfect little caravan. Be in his arms every night. She just wanted Edwin.
He was a little surprised when she said yes. He hadn’t…actually expected it. But he found himself giddy when she accepted.. He wanted to marry her right that second. “You’ll need a dress…and I’ll need to find someone to marry us…”
Caterina smirked. She was half expecting him to laugh it off as a joke, but when he didn’t…she bit her lip. “Do you think you can..?”, she asked, drawing a hand through his hair.
He hummed. “It might take the promise of a little extra money and some good wine, but I’m sure I can manage.” One of the gypsy men was ordained. He could marry them. It was the man who performed their church services, since they weren’t exactly accepted in the local churches.
Caterina hummed. He seemed to have it all figured out. “And what about a dress…?” There was no way she could be married in her night gown. She just wouldn’t have that.
A dress. That might be the problem...He frowned, trying to think. There were plenty of women in the group, but everyone was so superstitious...Women wearing another woman’s wedding dress was something that was looked upon as bad luck, unless the gown belonged to her mother. And they would feel the same about any dress. He knew they would. Maybe... “Perhaps someone has one they haven’t worn yet..”