*** WARNING: Contains adult content. This is rated M for ADULT audiences only, and contains vulgar language and explicit sexual content. ***
A/N: Thank you fanfic friends for enjoying this story with me. I will try and update when I can but it may take a couple of weeks before the next chapter is out. This story will be completed in a couple of more chapters.
CHAPTER 9
Catherine had one arm wrapped around Vincent's broad shoulders, her other hand at the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as they continued their passionate kissing. The feel of his strong arms holding her, carrying her effortlessly down the hall, his clean-smelling masculine fragrance filling her nostrils, his warm breath mingling with hers, his delicious tongue in her mouth as they kissed deeply, and the sight of him concentrating only on her (yes, she opened her eyes for a second to look at his closed eyes and expression of his eyebrows as they kissed) was overwhelming her senses and yet she wanted more.
Feelings and emotions unfamiliar to Vincent rushed through him like wildfire, his body hypersensitive to her slightest touch, moan, whimper. He was filled with a spectacular desire to fulfill her every want and her every need - whether emotional, mental, or physical. He wanted to fulfill it all. He wanted to give her everything. He took a gamble when he leaned in to give her that first kiss and when she didn't slap him but instead returned the kiss, he was confident that she was indeed feeling the same for him that he was feeling for her.
Only moments ago, Vincent had to fight the very strong urge to undress her right there in his livingroom, but now he felt enough in control that he would be able restrain himself. He didn't want to make this night about his needs. He wanted this night for Catherine. He wanted her to feel cherished, something he felt she wasn't getting from Gabe. He was going to show her exactly how he would worship her if she were his lady.
They reached his dimly lit bedroom and Vincent gently let Catherine down onto her feet. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, a million thoughts running through their minds. Vincent had his hands on her waist but when Catherine took a small step back from him, he let his arms fall to his side, allowing her her moment to look at him, in whatever way she wanted, however long she wanted. Her gaze followed her hands as she moved them slowly up along his muscular arms, to the top of his strong broad shoulders, down to his wide chest, to his sculpted abs where her fingers then gently traced along the ridges of his six pack, until finally she rested her hands on his waist, her thumbs on his v-lines. She was in complete awe of his tall and solid physique and knew that his legs would be just as magnificent. Vincent moved closer to her and gently cupped her face in his hands. She looked up at his handsome face but she was still in a daze from everything that's happened so far - from his admittance to wanting her, their deep passionate kissing, admiring his body with her hands, and now just knowing that her dreams about being with him in the most intimate of ways imagineable were about to materialize.
"Hey," he whispered in that soothing, naturally raspy voice of his. "Are you okay with this? With us?"
"Yes. Definitely, yes." Catherine nodded with a smile.
Vincent moistened his lower lip and smiled back, then lowered his face closer to hers, his hands still cupping her face. Catherine closed her eyes and leaned in towards him, her lips parted, anxious to feel his kiss again. She felt his lips brush lightly against hers, and the tip of his tongue caress the sensitive inner area of her upper lip. Catherine flicked her tongue against his before pulling his lower lip into her mouth. He let her suck on his lip for a moment before pushing his tongue into her mouth. Once again, an inferno of heat rushed through them as their mouths pressed hungrily against each other, tongues swirling, dancing, teeth gently nipping. Catherine's quiet moans further ignited Vincent's hunger for her, and Vincent's groans gave Catherine the confidence to assert herself even more. Vincent moved one hand to cradle the back of her head, his other hand moved down the side of her neck then stopped at the top of her shoulder, his thumb brushing the strap of her dress. Catherine pressed her body against his, fully aware of where his hands moved and losing herself in his touch. Vincent broke away from their kiss, leaving Catherine panting for air. She could feel the warmth of his breath as his lips brushed lightly along her jaw, and she pressed her fingers into his back as he gently sucked her ear lobe then traced the edge of her ear with the tip of his tongue. She tilted her head back as he rained sweet kisses along the side of her neck, and she let out another quiet moan as he licked the tender pulse point at the bottom of her neck then nipped gently at it. His lips brushed lightly along the top of her shoulder and when he got to her dress strap, he hooked his thumb underneath and slipped it off her shoulder replacing it with a kiss. Catherine's breaths were getting heavier as she felt his soft lips brush back along the top of her shoulder, over her throat, and to the opposite side of her neck where his mouth lingered over the pulse point there then gently nibbled and sucked on it before continuing along the top of that shoulder. His hand that was cradling her neck now moved down her neck to this shoulder, his thumb hooking underneath this side's dress strap pulling it slowly off her shoulder, leaving a heated trail of kisses along the way. Catherine moaned quietly, her hands moving up his back as he continued his slow tender kisses along her collarbone then moving even lower, the tip of his tongue lightly tracing across her decolletage.
"Mmmm...Vincent... please... undress me..."
Jeezus, I want her so bad, Vincent thought after hearing her breathy plea. He pressed his hip into her.
"Catherine," he gently raked his smooth lips up her neck leaving light kisses along the way.
"Yes..?" she whispered. She felt his warm breath as his lips brushed against her ear sending shivers throughout her body.
He whispered softly, "I've been undressing you all evening..."
The thought of him imagining her naked all night made Catherine hot. She remembered when she caught him looking at her in the Pub... so he was undressing me with his eyes... As soon as Vincent's mouth reached her jawline, Catherine turned her head and pressed her open mouth against his, pushing her tongue in to meet his. Vincent groaned with pleasure at her aggressive kiss, his hands moved up along the front of her bustier dress, pressing his large palms against her breasts for a brief moment before moving his hands to both sides of her face. He could feel the hunger in her kiss, the way her tongue moved with his , the way she sucked his tongue into her sweet mouth, the way she pulled and nipped at his lower lip. He returned her kiss with the same ferocious hunger, his need to taste more of her crumbling his restraint. He took a step forward and she backed into his dresser. Vincent leaned his body against hers and she could feel his large hard bulge pressing against her, intensifying the heat already consuming her body. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved down her neck, over her soft bare shoulders, to the back of her dress. He expertly unhooked the small clip at the top then slowly slid the zipper down its entire length. The back of her dress now open, Vincent slid one hand in to palm the small of her back, then slowly moved his hand upwards along her spine... Jeezus, her skin is so soft...He figured because of the style dress she was wearing that she would be sans bra and to his delight, he was right.
Catherine's skin tingled at the feel of Vincent's hand moving slowly up her bare back, his other hand gripping the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as they kissed deeply, hungrily exploring each other's mouth with their tongues, kisses so raw and intense that neither of them had ever experienced with another before. Vincent broke away from her mouth, both of them panting breathlessly. His heavy lidded warm eyes stared deep into her passion filled eyes, his voice husky he said, "Let me worship you."
Still breathless and unable to speak, Catherine just nodded her consent. Vincent leaned back away from her and she sighed at the loss of no longer feeling his body pressed against hers. Instinctively she placed her hands to her chest to keep her dress from falling, suddenly feeling very self conscious. Slightly confused, Vincent cupped her face in his hands and whispered, "Do you not know how beautiful you are?" Catherine shook her head no. Vincent moved his face closer and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, "Then I'll have to show you."
He placed his hand at the small of her back and led her a couple of steps next to the side of the dresser, then turned her to face the oversized full length mirror leaning against the wall. Though his room was dimly lit, she could still see their reflections clearly. She observed the straps of her now unzipped dress hanging off of her shoulders where Vincent had pulled them down, her hands clutched at her chest to keep her dress from falling, her feet still wearing her 4-inch Louboutin peep toe pumps, and her tall, half-naked statuesque muscular Vincent standing closely behind her, his large hands holding her small waist. He was looking at her reflection in the mirror as well, and she could clearly see his desire for her etched in his handsome face. Their eyes locked onto each other in the mirror, he leaned in and whispered, "Keep your eyes on the mirror."
"Okay," she quietly whispered back.
She watched as Vincent placed his hands over the tops of her arms, each of his thumbs underneath the dress straps that were hanging off of her shoulders. She watched as he lowered his head and nuzzled the side of her neck, the feel of his warm breath and soft lips on her skin sent shivers up her spine. Catherine felt a sense of eroticism being able to feel his touch and watch him at the same time, her body a bundle of nerves anxiously waiting for the next scene to unfold. His kisses moved up her neck and she tilted her head back as he gently nibbled her ear lobe.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his raspy voice soft and low. His voice alone could unravel her.
"Yes," Catherine nodded, "I trust you."
"Okay... put your hands down."
She watched as he straightened himself up, his hands still holding her arms, his eyes keeping contact with hers in the mirror. Without hesitation, Catherine did as she was told and moved her hands away from her chest, her arms were now down at her sides, the front of her bustier was loose since Vincent unzipped her dress but his thumbs were still underneath the dress straps essentially keeping her dress from falling. She kept her eyes locked onto his in the mirror, her heart began to beat faster, her breath caught in her throat. Vincent gently kissed the top of her head, he sensed she was a little nervous.
"I've seen a lot of beautiful women in my life, Catherine. But you..." Vincent paused being sure not to break their eye contact. "... you are by far the the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Ever."
Catherine felt herself blushing and quietly said, "And you're not just saying that?" looking at him in the mirror.
Vincent slowly shook his head, "No... I've felt this way about you since the first day I met you." He saw her bite her bottom lip, and his lids grew heavy with passion at the thought of taking her kiss-swollen lip into his mouth and tenderly nipping it with his teeth. So in tune with each other already, Catherine could feel his desire for her in just his gaze alone. She felt a wave of anxiousness wash over her and was completely ready for whatever he wanted to do with her. She leaned her head back against his muscular chest keeping her eyes on their reflection in the mirror and boldly said, "Show me, Vincent. Show me how you feel about me."
A sexy grin appeared on Vincent's face, he lowered his head, his mouth near her ear and he whispered, "I will."
Catherine bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she watched his thumbs hook her dress straps and felt his strong warm hands move slowly down her arms, her dress beginning to slip away from her body.
Vincent's eyes were glued on Catherine's reflection as she watched him undress her. He could see in her expression that she was thoroughly aroused by having the ability to watch him and feel his touch at the same time, and by his already stiff member bulging in his briefs there was no doubt he was just as aroused. As her dress slipped down her front, Vincent had to take in a breath to maintain his control, he then continued to pull her dress further down and finally exposed what he had been yearning to see - her perfectly shaped breasts and her smooth soft nipples beckoning for his touch. Vincent moistened his lower lip as he stared for a moment, fighting the incredible urge to quickly turn her around and devour her breasts. Catherine sensing him pause, moaned quietly, "Don't stop, Vincent... please..."
Immediately, he let go of her straps and her dress fell completely to the floor. He let out a breath as he stared at her gorgeous reflection, wearing nothing but her black lace panty and stiletto pumps. He glanced at her backside and smiled a sexy grin at the realization her slinky lace panty was a thong. He bit his bottom lip at the sight of her luscious round bottom and he knew he would sink his teeth into those cheeks before the night was over.
The way Vincent was looking at Catherine with such an intense hunger in his eyes made her feel extremely sexy and made her feel even more hungry for him. Catherine placed her hands over the tops of his. She loved how his large strong hands made her feel secure, protected. She laced her fingers between his and brought them to her sides, slowly moving them up the curves of her hips, all while intently watching their reflection in the mirror. Vincent closed his eyes for a moment at the feel of her small hands and slender fingers tenderly entwined with his. He lowered his head but kept his face foward, his eyes constantly on her and whispered softly in her ear, "Do you see how beautiful you are?" then he kissed the side of her neck lovingly before looking back towards their reflection.
"Yes..." Catherine whispered and nodded. Vincent was standing right behind her, she let go of his hands and moved her arms down and behind her, placing her hands at the outsides of his legs and gently clutched the material of his sweatpants.
Catherine kept her eyes on their reflection, reveling in the sight of him feeling her body and the warmth of his touch. Vincent pressed his fingers into her incredibly soft skin as he moved his hands slowly over her body, he gently squeezed her hips pulling her body against his. Catherine arched her back as his hands moved to her inner thighs, so close to where she badly needed to feel his touch but instead he then moved his hands up her thighs, to her lower belly. Catherine let out a moan as he pressed the width of his body against hers, she could feel his impressive hard bulge against her rear. Catherine gripped the sides of his legs as Vincent moved his hands up her rib cage...
Vincent was breathing heavy, "You really are so damn beautiful..."
Catherine made eye contact with Vincent in the mirror. She watched him moisten his succulent mouth as his hands moved up to finally cup her aching breasts. They fit perfectly in his large hands.
"Ohh... Vincent.." she whispered, her voice breathy, her core pulsing as he squeezed her breasts, massaging them ever so slowly, gently at first, then harder, plumping them in his strong hands, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over her smooth nipples. She pushed her rear against his hardness. No longer able to restrain himself, Vincent immediately broke eye contact and stepped in front of her, covering her mouth with his, his tongue pushing into her mouth. They kissed deeply before he broke the kiss, panting heavy.
"I want you, Catherine... I want you so fucking bad."
"Show me, Vincent... " Catherine, breathless, answered back "... show me how bad you want me."
Vincent lowered his head and took one of her breasts in his hot mouth, his hand on her other breast squeezing hard. Catherine pushed her chest forward, one of her hands on his shoulder, her other hand gripping the hair on the back of his head, urging him on to take more of her breast flesh into his mouth to which he complied, opening his mouth wider and taking in as much of her breast as he could suck on. She moaned at the feel of his hot mouth on her, his teeth gently raking her skin, his tongue licking and flicking at her now hardened nipple. Catherine bit her lower lip as he gave the same attention to her other breast. Being able to watch Vincent in the mirror as he devoured and played with her breasts, she was getting so wet, she was sure her panty was soaked through. He squeezed and sucked her breasts so hard that she had no doubt they would feel sore in the morning. When he let go, the absence of his hands and mouth on her breasts made her moan in disappointment. He held her waist and rained kisses up her chest and neck. He kissed her passionately and his hands moved down her back. Catherine moaned into his mouth as his large strong hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks before he easily lifted her petite body up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist kicking off her heels while doing so, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and her hands held onto the back of his head as they kissed. Vincent sat her down onto the edge of his dresser. It was the perfect height. Catherine placed her palms down onto the dresser to give her leverage as Vincent leaned into her, kissing her deeply. Her heart raced as she felt his hands on her breasts again, pushing them together, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples. Then his hands moved down her sides, gripping her waist for a moment before moving down to her hips, his thumbs now hooking underneath the band of her panty.
"Lift your ass up," his sexy raspy voice whispered into her mouth in between kisses. Catherine obeyed, her heart racing, anxious for what he was going to do next. She pressed down on her palms and lifted herself up from the dresser for just a second and it took half that time for Vincent to pull her lacy thong down her legs and toss it to the floor. Immediately, he snaked his left arm around her waist and covered her mouth with his again.
I could kiss him all night, she thought.. She felt his right hand slowly moving up over her thigh. Waves of heat washed over her the closer he got to where she desperately needed to feel his touch. Vincent broke away from their kissing to look at her. His eyes so full of passion, need, lust and want for her. She knew her eyes mirrored the same to him. She watched as his gaze moved from her passion-filled eyes, to her kiss-swollen mouth, to her shapely plumped breasts, to her small flat stomach, to her now fully exposed sex. He moistened his lips, his gaze moved slowly back up her body to stare deep into her eyes again.
"Keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away." he commanded.
"Okay," Catherine nodded obediently.
His right hand continued its way slowly up the rest of her thigh, up to her waist, over her lower belly, then with his fingers pointed downward, he moved his hand lower... and lower. Her breath hitched as his palm finally met with her hot sex, pressing against her. Catherine's lids grew heavy at the feel of his large, strong hand between her legs. She didn't break their gaze, as difficult as it was, and she could see the lust in his eyes growing.
"You like that?" he whispered, his voice husky, his palm slowly rubbing against her crotch.
"Yes..."
"And this, do you like this..." he moved his palm up and this time, his middle finger brushed down the outer length of her aching slit. He really didn't have to ask because by the heat and moisture her body was giving off, he knew she liked exactly everything he was doing but he thoroughly enjoyed hearing her say it.
"...unh.. yes..." she quietly moaned. His slow advances were a painful sweet torture. She kept her eyes on his and bit her lower lip, arching her back and pushing her chest out as his finger slid up her slit.
Jeezus, Vincent thought.He wanted her so bad, and there was nothing he wanted more than to take out his rock hard erection, spread her legs wide, and thrust himself into her, but he didn't want to rush this experience with Catherine. She wasn't a one-night stand to him. She was everything and so much more to him and tonight might be the only chance he could physically show her just how much he adored her.
"And this... " Vincent paused, his voice breathy, "... do you like this..." His finger now moved in between her swollen folds, moving down her completely wet slit, then back up using two fingers this time. His fingers slowly circled the sensitive tissue surrounding her now engorged bud. She's so fucking wet. Her body writhed with anxious anticipation and he kept his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to watch her every reaction as he pleasured her, and he enjoyed hearing every little moan he was causing her to have.
"... yes, Vincent... oh god... yes..."
Catherine was trying desperately to not break their gaze as Vincent's fingers pleasured her. Her nerves on edge and her core pulsed with an extreme desire for him, screaming to be filled. Vincent's body was getting impatient, his physical need to be inside her was overwhelming. He had to hold back, he didn't want her to ever forget this night and everything he was about to do with her, so he ignored his urges but that made him move his fingers faster. He stared deep in her eyes and watched her expression as her lids grew heavier, her sweet mouth would open to let little breathless moans escape. His fingers were covered in her juices. He continued to rub up and down her slit, circle and rub her engorged pearl over and over again, faster and faster. Catherine was reaching her peak and he could tell by the look in her eyes and the expression on her face she was about to come.
"Yeah, baby... keep your eyes on me..." he commanded. Catherine nodded and grabbed his shoulder with one of her hands, gripping hard. (She also liked that he called her 'baby'.)
"Oh god, Vincent... oh god..." she moaned, her body writhed against his merciless fingers, her legs pressed against his sides, her feet pointed and toes curling as instense pressure built up inside her, ready to explode.
"Yeah, baby... yeah..." he groaned through gritted teeth, moving his fingers faster and faster, rubbing and circling and pressing. She's so fucking hot.
Catherine felt herself reaching her peak, intense heat rushing through her, without breaking their gaze and staring deep into the depths of his eyes, she erupted in orgasm. "Yes baby, oh yes baby... YES!"
To watch Catherine come apart by his hand, completely giving herself while she stared deep into his eyes as she reached climax was incredible for Vincent. He broke their stare and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her holding her tightly against him, and she wrapped her legs around him, her body still shaking from her orgasm.
He lifted her off the dresser and moved just a few steps to his bed where he gently laid her down. He was on top of her, leaning his weight on his forearms so he wouldn't crush her. He kissed her softly, his mouth hovered over hers.
"Catherine..." he whispered against her lips. " I need to taste you."
"Vincent, I'm not ready - "
He silenced her with a kiss on her lips before he proceeded to move lower down her body, kissing her neck, her chest, her breasts, her lower belly. She arched her back, the center of her sex still quivering yet anxious to feel his kiss. She watched as he moved his head lower. His large hands splayed over each of her inner thighs keeping her legs spread for him, exposing her pink flesh to him, he gave no warning and dove his mouth right in.
"Oh god, VINCENT!" Catherine shrieked, not fully prepared for him to go down on her so quickly. Her hands grasped his head, her fingers gently gripping his hair, she threw her head back against the pillow as his mouth covered her swollen folds and his tongue lapped away at her slit.
Catherine kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of Vincent's mouth on her lower lips, his tongue licking up and down her slit, slowly circling her engorged nub then flicking at it.
"You taste so fucking good..." Vincent groaned against her, thoroughly enjoying every shudder of hers, every whimper, and every breathless moan escaping her beautiful lips as he pleasured her.
"Oh.. Vincent.. unhh..." she whimpered, her body gyrating against his tongue and his mouth.
"Mmmm..." he murmured into her, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through her body as he drank her sweet nectar. He was comitting her scent, her taste, her every sound and movement to his memory. Yes, if tonight would be their one and only night together, he wanted to atleast relive this moment in his mind.
Catherine pulled gently at his hair, her body writhed under the delicious torment of his sweet mouth and his very talented tongue. She had been intimate with very few men (you could count them on one hand and not use all your fingers) and although they had given her oral pleasure as well, they were nowhere near the level that Vincent was showering her with. None of them were anywhere near the incredible intensity that she was experiencing with Vincent tonight. It was as if he knew her body better than herself. He expertly hit every sensual nerve in her, nerves she wasn't aware she had and she was feeling things she had never felt before. The feel of his mouth devouring her sex, his tongue exploring every fold and ridge, and the undivided attention and concentration he put in pleasuring her was completely overwhelming.
"Ohh.. Vincent... " she moaned, waves of heat coursing through her body as she felt herself coming closer and closer to another climax. Her thighs pushed against his hands, his fingers tightened in response, keeping her legs in place. Vincent could feel her tensing against his mouth, her engorged pearl super sensitive and she was ready to come. He moved one of his hands over her lower belly, then lower, his thumb now circling her clit. Oh my gawd, oh my gawd... spun through Catherine's mind, unable to find her own vocal chords as her breath was catching in her throat.
"I need to taste more of you," Vincent groaned and dipped his tongue into her hot wet center. Catherine's mouth opened but only moans, whimpers and broken breaths would come out. Gripping his hair, she moved with his mouth, against his mouth, her back arching then sinking into the bed. She was spinning in pleasure from the center of her being to the tips of her fingers, toes and the top of her head. She lifted her hips as pressure built up inside her more and more as Vincent tongued her, his thumb pressing down and rubbing her sensitive swollen nub faster and faster and faster. Her eyes closed, the pleasure sensations invading every nerve in her body and she flung her head back as she finally reached her incredible climax and released the build up of pressure all at once.
"UNHHHH!" she moaned loudly, her body shuddering all over, her legs shaking. Vincent pressed his tongue flat against her sex, moving upwards along her slit in long strokes, feeling her quiver against his tongue. His own body was on edge, his nerves on fire, impatiently waiting to enter her and finally unite their bodies as one.
"Vincent..." she whispered breathlessly. She needed to feel him inside of her, deep inside of her. "... I want you..."
Vincent kissed both of her inner thighs sweetly before climbing up to hover over her. He covered her mouth gently with his, she kissed back, tasting herself on his tongue, breathing in her own fragrance that enveloped his delicious mouth. Breaking away from their kiss, his voice husky, he whispered, "I want you, too... so bad."
He slid off the bed, then removed his sweatpants and boxer briefs. Catherine's jaw dropped at the sight of Vincent standing completely naked at the foot of the bed. The dim lighting in his room accentuated his gorgeous, well-defined muscles, every ridge and ripple came to life with each of his movements. He was extremely well-built from head to toe, as if carved from the gods themselves, including his gloriously sized and very erect member. Catherine nervously bit her lower lip wondering if she would even be able to fit that huge of a man inside of her. He looked about nine inches long and as thick as her wrist, if not thicker. Vincent gave her a sexy grin before climbing back into the bed, his strong arms holding his weight as he hovered over her. Catherine slid her hands up along his sides then held onto his muscular back, her body starting to tense, her legs tightened. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared of his incredible size.
"What?" he asked, his sexy grin still accenting his very handsome face.
"I... I've never..." Catherine couldn't find the words, "... you're just... so... huge."
Vincent moistened his lips and smiled at her again. He lowered himself so that he was now leaning on his forearms, then leaned in to give her a gentle kiss.
"Don't worry," Vincent whispered, "I promise to go slow."
He brushed his lips against hers and kissed her tenderly, then pressed his forehead gently against hers before pulling up to look into her eyes. Catherine smiled. She could see the passion and strong desire for her in his eyes. Vincent nestled himself between her legs, rubbing the length of his hardness along her very wet slit. She could feel the velvety smooth skin of his long thick shaft rubbing against her heat. He was lubing the entire length of himself with her juices. Her core was pulsing, aching to be filled, her legs relaxed and she lifted her hips upwards, grinding against him. He lowered his head, kissing her neck, then sucked each of her breasts before moving his kisses back up to her waiting mouth. As they kissed deeply, Vincent took hold of his thick shaft and rubbed the tip of his erection along her swollen folds. Catherine moaned into his mouth, wanting more. He responded by circling and pressing her sensitive hard nub with the tip of his fat head, then sliding it up and down her slippery folds, making her even more wet.
"Uhnn..." she moaned, lifting her hips. Vincent continued to rub his lower head up and down her wetness but never pushing into where her body was aching to be filled.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered staring passionately into her eyes. She held his gaze then felt him slowly push his thick mushroom head between her very wet folds and into her entrance. Catherine gasped. He was only a couple of inches in and was already meeting much resistance.
"You okay?" he muttered, concerned, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched.
"Yes," she breathlessly answered, "... don't stop..."
He pulls out then gently pushes back in a couple of more inches this time. Catherine's heart was racing, her body on fire. His first penetration was painful, the second was just as much but it was a sweet pain, and each time he pulled out, she yearned to feel him again. He pulls out again, then very slowly, inch by inch, pushes his entire length into her, stretching her, then settling inside her and allowing her body to adjust to his huge length and thickness.
"Oh gawd, Vincent..." she moaned at the feel of his huge hardness filling her completely. Vincent smothered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. She broke from his kiss and lifted her head to kiss his neck, her hands gripping his back. Vincent could feel her core quiver around him, her smooth velvety soft inner walls squeezing his hardness, clenching him tightly.
"Jeezus, Catherine..." he groans into her neck. She's so fucking tight...
Vincent slides halfway out, then pushes slowly back into her, developing a steady rhythm. He softly kisses along her neck, her jaw, and behind her ear as he slowly pushes in and out of her over and over again. Her breath escapes her at the depth he can reach inside of her. She's never had any man fill her this way. Her body now familiar with him, she begins to raise her hips each time he pushes into her, meeting him measure for measure. His kisses reach her lips and their tongues meet, swirling and dancing passionately, his muscular chest presses against her breasts. Moaning and gasping, she digs her fingers into his back as his thrusts quicken, their breathing more rapid as their mouths devour each other, she brings her legs up higher, tightening them around his waist.
"Damn, baby... you feel so fucking good, " he grunts into her mouth, thrusting his cock deep and hard into her.
"Unhh... Vincent... yes..." she whimpered in between kisses, her hands holding onto his broad strong shoulders, her fingers gripping into him.
Their bodies rocked back and forth together in complete unison, pushing and pulling, grinding harder and harder, their physical connection full of intense and unrelenting passion.
"Oh, Catherine..." Vincent groaned, nuzzling his face into her neck.
Catherine whimpered, her head pressing back against the pillow. Vincent's thrusts were even more relentless, his cock devouring her tight wet softness with unforgiving hunger, his masculine demand claiming possession of her. She can feel the base of his thickness rubbing hard against her swollen nub each and every time he pushes into her, over and over and over again. She digs her fingernails along his back, her body extremely close to climax, her breathing more rapid.
"Oh god, Vincent... I'm coming...!"
His large muscular frame overpowering her petite body, he grunts before thrusting into her harder and harder, faster and faster, pushing her over the edge of release, wave after wave of pure ecstasy floods through her entire body and she screams Vincent's name out loud as she comes violently around his shaft. Her tight inner walls convulsing around his thickness, his cock swells even larger and he drives his entire length to the hilt, deep and hard into her for a few more thrusts until he finds his own powerful climax. He lets out a guttural groan and pulls out of her at the last second, immediately releasing a stream of his hot seed onto her lower belly.
Catherine releases her legs from his waist, her arms holding onto the sides of his back, he settles his weight on top of her, both of them panting. Realizing he doesn't want to crush her, he leans on his forearms, hovering over her.
"Catherine..." he whispers her name, looking down into her beautiful, flushed face. His breathing slows down.
"Vincent... that was..." she smiles sweetly, still breathless, her lids heavy from their intense lovemaking. "... that was so amazing."
He leans in and places a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Don't move. I'll be right back."
"Okay," she nods, barely any strength to speak more than a whisper.
Vincent gets up from the bed and walks into his bathroom. She can hear water running. Catherine doesn't move an inch but was perfectly content to stay put since she couldn't move her tired legs if she wanted to. Her body was still coming down from having multiple orgasms. She closes her eyes but not before watching Vincent get up from the bed. She could stare at his naked well-built body all day. He definitely put in time at the gym working all his muscles, including his legs. Then ofcourse, there was his still semi-erect member. Wow, she thought, even semi-hard, he's still bigger than any of the men I've ever been with. Amazing.
After a minute, Vincent slides back into the bed beside her. She opens her eyes. He was laying on his side, leaning on one of his arms, his other hand holding a washcloth.
"Sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly, then begins gently wiping her entire lower belly with the very warm washcloth.
Catherine couldn't help but smile. "Oh... that. It's okay but thank you."
When he was done, he put the washcloth away and slid back into bed next to her, laying on his back.
"Come here," he whispers. Catherine scoots next to him, he puts his arm around her and she lays her arm over him, her hand resting on his chest. Her body was completely spent.
"Are you okay?" he whispered softly, placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head.
"Yes... so much more than okay..." she whispered quietly. She was exhausted. She felt completely comfortable and completely relaxed. She had never felt so fulfilled, so worshipped, so cherished physically with any other man before Vincent. She snuggled closer to him. She easily begins to drift asleep.
"Sleep well, Catherine." Vincent smiles and kisses the top of her head once more before holding her closer. Feeling complete and in each other's arms, they both quickly fall into a quiet and peaceful slumber.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"What the hell?" Catherine woke to the quiet beeping of Vincent's alarm clock going off. She leaned over and switched it off. The soft morning light was spilling into his bedroom. The time was 7:00am. She looked around and realized Vincent was already gone. Ugh. That's right. He had to be at the studio by 5:00am this morning. Gawd, he must be exhausted.
Sitting up in his bed, she smiled thinking about last night. Normally a light sleeper, she didn't hear Vincent get up this morning at all. He definitely wore me out. She smiled again.
She got up and quickly made his bed, then went to the bathroom to freshen up. There was a folded towel on the bathroom counter with a new toothbrush on top of it, along with a note from Vincent.
Good morning, Beautiful. I didn't want to wake you before I left, and I wasn't sure what time to set the alarm for but I remembered you didn't have to be at the studio til 9am. Here's a towel and toothbrush if you need them. I'll be thinking of you.
Vincent
PS - You make extremely cute noises when you sleep. Ha ha.
Catherine couldn't help but smile, but she was definitely going to have to ask him about the noise thing. I don't make noises when I sleep! I'm sure I don't! She put some of his toothpaste onto the toothbrush he left for her and brushed her teeth, then washed the remnants of makeup off her face. She put her dress back on but couldn't find her panty.
"Oh god." she looked around, "Where the hell is it?"
She looked in the bed, under the bed, around the dresser but still couldn't find it. What the hell? If she wanted to get home, shower, and beat rush hour traffic to get to work on time she had to leave now.
"Screw it." She decided. I'll ask Vincent to give it to me when he finds it. She pulled on her shoes and left his apartment hoping not to run into anyone on her walk of shame.
