"Baby, slow down. You are going to make me come," I plead with her, panting, barely able to articulate.
Her mouth travels to my ear and she whispers. "Then come."
Given permission, I climax so hard that for an instance the Beast is brought forth. My entire body convulses, explodes, and then collapses onto the pillow below. Guilt hits me instantly. I didn't wait for her.
She lowers herself on top of me and my arms manage somehow to find the strength to enfold her to my chest. My muscles feel more exhausted than after the most rigorous of exercises. Stars and spots still swim before my eyes as I try to collect myself. And then, there is the guilt. How can I make it up to her?
It's not until my heart and lungs have found their baring that I can tell that she is also panting heavily from release.
'She came too. Thank God!' I rejoice.
Still with blurry disoriented vision, I lift her head so that I can see her. The smile on her face, the sweat on her upper lip, and the wildness in her eyes ensures me even further.
"Good morning," she murmurs and stretches so that she can kiss me.
I hold on to her lips as long as she lets me, then answer. "It's not quite morning yet… sorry. I couldn't help myself. Are you angry with me? "
"Furious," she toys. Feather light kisses and the soft enticement of her tongue is soon felt over my bare skin and I shiver with new lust. "Can't you tell?" She mumbles provocatively.
Despite just coming and despite utter muscle exhaustion, my body begins to react to her seduction and I close my eyes to enjoy her even further. "Yes, you are merciless when angry."
Her kisses reach my scar and she rests her cheek against it. "I wish I didn't have to go in to work today. I wish I could stay right here with you all day, just like this."
Her confession ignites a gnawing sensation that I have had for a few days now. "I do too and not just because of this. I have a bad feeling about today, like something is going to happen. I wish that I at least could go with you."
I frown as the alarm rings loudly in my head, foretelling me of trouble. With Catherine, I don't take chances. Something is off and I should trust my…
"Bad feeling, huh?" Catherine says, her mouth hovering over mine. One kiss is placed on my lips before she lowers herself and soon those same lips are on my neck, my chest, my abs… "How about now? Still a bad feeling?" I hear her ask as her fingers and mouth tantalizes my skin closest to my manhood.
My back arches and my buttocks tighten as her fingers enfold around my whole length and I gasp. "No!" I answer, nearly screaming.
"How about now… bad or good feeling?" She challenges and I get ready to answer when the sensation of her warm wet mouth takes away all ability to talk.