Listen to this articleKatarina was waiting for me in our bedroom, wearing nothing but a lace teddy and a long, curly wig. My heart caught at the sight of her. With flowing locks that tumbled over bare shoulders and a coy smile playing on lips I knew intimately, she was irresistible.
“Like what you see?” she purred, batting thick lashes over sultry eyes.
“You know I can never resist you,” I growled, shrugging out of my clothes in record time. I pounced on the bed, pinning her beneath me as I devoured that sinful mouth. Katarina moaned into the kiss, arching up to rub soft curves against my body.
Pushing lace aside, I palmed a full breast, thumb teasing an already taut peak. Katarina mewled, head thrown back in pleasure. The wig brushed my arm, a silken caress. I left her lips to trail kisses down her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin.
Lower I journeyed, pausing to worship generous swells before continuing my exploration. Katarina writhed under my ministrations, hands fisting the sheets. I slid lower still, nudging lace further down sleek legs. Casting the teddy aside, I settled between satiny thighs.
The first taste of her sweet nectar was ambrosia. My name tumbled from her lips, a breathy litany, as I drank my fill. Only when she shuddered in release did I rise up, bracing myself over her. With one powerful stroke, I joined our bodies as one.
We moved together, passion and pleasure in perfect harmony. The wig tangled around us, sensual strands enhancing the fantasy. Over the edge we tumbled, clinging to each other as ecstasy consumed every sense.
In the aftermath, I gathered my sweet Katarina into my arms, stroking damp curls from her face. The wig might be make-believe, but the woman in my embrace was all too real—and she had captured my heart. My darling, in any guise you choose, you shall always be my one true love.
