I’ll make my Cat purr if it’s the last thing I do.
Hungry for her taste, I can’t wait any longer. I lower my mouth, using my tongue to lick her clit, then swiping it downward, delve into her cunt. My taste buds leap into action. She’s so fucking sweet, it makes me salivate more, my juices mingling with hers.
“Jeremiah!”
How I wish it was my own name she’s calling. Not that of a person who doesn’t exist. But although I could correct her, I retain some semblance of sanity and resist. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.
I proceed to lick, suck and nip, using all the ammunition in my arsenal as I rouse her to fever pitch. Suddenly, I feel hands in my hair.
“What did I tell you?” I growl, stopping all activity.
A quick learner, her hands recede, and I pick up the pace once again. Through my hand on her stomach, I feel her muscles rippling, and her thighs unconsciously form a vice around my head, keeping me tight to her, but it’s no problem, I’m happy like this.
Even more so when a keening sound comes out of her mouth. She’s close. She goes taut, her body tight. Raising my eyes, I see her back bow off the bed as she comes with a scream.
I continue to lick and suck, bringing her down gently, then achieve my objective of sending her to the peak once again. Raising my face, I rest my chin on her mound, watching her lungs heaving, and that gorgeous flush on her face darkening her freckles, making them more obvious.
Now, at last, I ease myself up and free my dick. Reaching into my pocket for a condom, I open the packet and slide the latex on fast.
She still hasn’t come back to herself fully as I raise myself onto my knees, lifting her legs and putting them over my shoulders.
Lining myself up, I push in with my dick. She’s so tight, I wonder how long it’s been, but I’m always up for a challenge. Slowly I work myself in as her mouth opens in an O of surprise.
A swivel of my hips moves my cock over her sweet spot.
“Jeremiah!” Her exclamation suggests no one’s found that before. “Jeez, Jeremiah. Oh God…”
I’m quite enjoying her running commentary, at least it’s showing me what works. But when she clamps down with her muscles, I’m groaning myself. “So fuckin’ good, babe. Yeah, that’s right.”
“Jeremiah!”
I don’t even hate the strange moniker coming out of her mouth, it’s me who’s fucking her, and it’s her who’s making it hard for me to demonstrate my usual stamina. Normally, whether just vaginal or with clitoral stimulation, I like the woman to come a couple of times more before I let myself go. But with her, she’s sorely challenging my control over my own body.
Thank fuck! All the signs are there. She’s tightening, throttling my cock. I try to think of anything to keep from spilling inside her until she’s gone first.
She’s there!
I can’t hold on any longer, as her body pulsates I’m with her, cum shooting up through my dick and flooding the condom. My hips jerk of their own volition as I come as hard as I can ever remember.
I hold myself still, relishing the feeling as her body shudders with aftershocks.
I feel I should apologise, that it was over so fast, but one glance at her face shows me there’s no need. She’s wearing a blissful satisfied smile, her cheeks showing dimples, her freckles pronounced as her breathing begins to slow. A low satiated rumble comes from her mouth.
I did it! I made my Cat fucking purr.
Reluctantly leaving the warmth of her cunt, I pull out, holding onto the condom, pulling it off and tying a knot in it. I drop it down by the side of the bed to deal with later, then roll onto my side, pulling her to me.
She turns to rest her cheek against my chest. I start to stroke her hair while analysing my feelings.
I’ve never wanted to cuddle after sex, normally politely dressing and showering, and casually handing the woman her clothes if she hasn’t got the hint first. If I’m up for another round, I might offer a drink, but I don’t hold her, not like I’m doing now. The relaxation that comes from the physical release normally dissipates fast, and I’ve a natural mistrust not to fall asleep with a stranger.
But Cat’s not a stranger, and I could easily close my eyes and drop off. It’s different with her.
Is it because we’ve become friends? Or is it more?
“Jeremiah—”
“Hush,” I tell her, as her voice reverberates against my skin. “Give me a moment.”
She might think I need time to recover, but that’s not it. My body’s trained to be ready to move fast, honed by my time as a SEAL when I could never relax with foes likely to come after me, a state of readiness I’ve never shaken off. No, I need time to think—what to admit to myself, and what to say to her.
Do I want to return to the Satan’s Devils? If I don’t, what does life hold for me? If I went back, could I take Cat with me? Would it be right to uproot her? But what’s she got to stay for here?
Or, could I stay with her? Make a go of the farm, set up my own business. Would I be restless or content?
And, how much of the choice is hers? Hell, she might not even want me. Neither of us went into this making any promises.
19
Cat…
I knew I was attracted to Jeremiah, and more than I’ve been to anyone before. It was why I hadn’t protested when he’d suddenly changed and taken the decision out of my hands.
If this is just once, it’s something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I’ve never been with a man like him before.
I suspected he’d be too much for me to handle, and he almost was. I nearly faltered when he’d told me to undress. I would have objected were it not for that dominance in his tone which I’d found myself obeying, while feeling scared that he wouldn’t like the body I’d exposed.
He’d seen me before, but this time was different. When I was vulnerable I’d welcomed his indifference, this time I wanted him to like what he saw.
He’d described me as perfect.
Could it be that at last I’d found a man who didn’t expect me to order salads, or cut my hair or wear different clothes. I hadn’t adorned myself with makeup, had worn nothing more than what I normally do around the house. But it had been enough. His eagerness was the evidence.
And oh, the sex. I’ve never come so hard before, never been with a man so focused on my pleasure. So expert in his handling of my body.
He must have had practice.
Well, if all the women before had helped him acquire his expertise, I’m the one getting the benefit now. But for how long? That’s the question.
“Cat, we should talk.”
The words every woman dreads to hear, especially when she’s found a man who can give her multiple orgasms.
“No, don’t tense up. I’m wondering where we go from here.” He sits up. I’m prepared for him to stand, to pull his t-shirt back on and to leave with a few words of goodbye. He didn’t even bother to get completely undressed. Tears prick in the back of my eyes, but I’m determined they won’t fall, not yet. I’ll wait until he’s gone.
I hardly dare breathe in case I sob, but as my eyes follow him, he doesn’t move far. He perches on the edge of the bed, leans forward to remove his boots, and pushes his jeans down to the floor.