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She looks surprised when she opens the door and finds me on the doorstep. I am taking a risk because I don't know if Eddie's there or not. I always wait until she calls to tell me it's safe to come over, but I think it's okay, there is no car on the drive.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"You haven't called me for ages. I was wondering if you are okay." Actually, I am wondering if we were okay, but I don't have the guts to say that.
"I'm fine, come in."
We walk into the living room and sit down. She is obviously not going to answer my implied question, so I try again. "Any particular reason you haven't called? Have I done something wrong?" I know I sound needy and insecure, but that's how I feel right now, and I need her reassurance. Luckily she knows this about me and hurries to give it.
"Sar, it's nothing you've done, really it isn't. Stuff's just been really hectic here recently. I'm having one hell of a week."
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and ask softly if she wants to talk about it.
"It's just some prick at work yelling out derogatory things about me, and me and Eddie fighting even more than usual, and Lynds is sensing the tension here and it's upsetting her. Everything's just piling up and..." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "I just need to forget it for a while. Can we talk about something else?"
"Sure. Christmas is only four weeks away," I observe.
"Uh huh." She raises one eyebrow at my choice of topic.
"So, have you got my present yet?" I tease. She shakes her head. "I've got yours. But I'm not going to tell you what it is." I am trying to cheer her up, but from the tension I can see in her shoulders I don't think it's working. I lean over and place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Please talk to me, Cath. Or do you want to do something else to forget about your troubles?" I smile suggestively and kiss her gently again.
She pulls back. "Hun, trust me. You don't want to do that. Not tonight."
"Why?"
"You couldn't handle me," she responds with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
"I've always handled you pretty well before," I smirk.
"Not like this. When I'm in this mood I can be a little...intense."
"I don't mind."
"When I'm like this even Eddie can't handle me, and he likes it rough."
I wince at his name and the reminder that they are still having sex. It makes me more determined that she is not going to put me off. I need to prove I can handle her, especially if Eddie can't. I'm competative, so shoot me.
"Come on Cath," I murmur in my most seductive voice. My hand snakes over to run up the inside of her thigh and I lean closer to gently brush my lips over hers teasingly. She leans back away from me again but I follow her this time and when the back of her head hits the back of the couch she can't move any further. I kiss her gently on the lips, ignoring the fact she isn't kissing me back. I can feel her body wanting to respond, but she is stopping herself. I move onto her lap, facing her, and slip my hand under her shirt at her side to touch the soft skin there in a gentle caress that I know drives her wild. I am still kissing her unresponsive lips.
Suddenly I find myself on my back as the dam breaks and Catherine isn't resisting anymore. She is attacking my neck, nipping and sucking hard. There will be marks there, but I don't care.
The flood of her passion sweeps me along and I swiftly unbutton her shirt, slide it down her arms and throw it across the room, quickly followed by her bra. Catherine is less patient than me and my buttons snap under her assault. She is kneading my breasts with her hands, harder than I'm used to, but my back still arches and I push closer into her touch. My heavy breathing turns into a hiss as she bites my nipple.
I grab Catherine's hand and push it towards my centre, keeping eye contact. My nails scratch down her back as she pushes two fingers roughly into me and starts a desperate pace. If I was thinking straight I wouldn't have done that, but I'm not so I don't waste time wondering how she's going to explain the marks to her husband.
I come quickly and vocally. There are more marks she's going to have trouble explaining away after I switch our positions and bite my way not too gently down her body. She spreads her legs and urges me towards my destination with her hand on the top of my head. I suck quite gently on her clit, but increase the pressure in response to her whispered, "Harder." I nibble on her slick folds as I enter her with two fingers and my thumb rubs her clit. She is moaning incoherently now. I am sure the neighbours hear her cry out as she comes, and then we collapse, exhausted.
When we have both got our breath back, she looks at me and grins. "I never would have thought. I had you down as quite innocent and naïve in that way."
I raise one eyebrow at her and smile.
She chuckles, "I guess I was wrong."
Please give me feedback, I'm feeling kind of low and need praise! But constructive criticism would be great too, so I can improve.
She looks surprised when she opens the door and finds me on the doorstep. I am taking a risk because I don't know if Eddie's there or not. I always wait until she calls to tell me it's safe to come over, but I think it's okay, there is no car on the drive.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"You haven't called me for ages. I was wondering if you are okay." Actually, I am wondering if we were okay, but I don't have the guts to say that.
"I'm fine, come in."
We walk into the living room and sit down. She is obviously not going to answer my implied question, so I try again. "Any particular reason you haven't called? Have I done something wrong?" I know I sound needy and insecure, but that's how I feel right now, and I need her reassurance. Luckily she knows this about me and hurries to give it.
"Sar, it's nothing you've done, really it isn't. Stuff's just been really hectic here recently. I'm having one hell of a week."
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and ask softly if she wants to talk about it.
"It's just some prick at work yelling out derogatory things about me, and me and Eddie fighting even more than usual, and Lynds is sensing the tension here and it's upsetting her. Everything's just piling up and..." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "I just need to forget it for a while. Can we talk about something else?"
"Sure. Christmas is only four weeks away," I observe.
"Uh huh." She raises one eyebrow at my choice of topic.
"So, have you got my present yet?" I tease. She shakes her head. "I've got yours. But I'm not going to tell you what it is." I am trying to cheer her up, but from the tension I can see in her shoulders I don't think it's working. I lean over and place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Please talk to me, Cath. Or do you want to do something else to forget about your troubles?" I smile suggestively and kiss her gently again.
She pulls back. "Hun, trust me. You don't want to do that. Not tonight."
"Why?"
"You couldn't handle me," she responds with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
"I've always handled you pretty well before," I smirk.
"Not like this. When I'm in this mood I can be a little...intense."
"I don't mind."
"When I'm like this even Eddie can't handle me, and he likes it rough."
I wince at his name and the reminder that they are still having sex. It makes me more determined that she is not going to put me off. I need to prove I can handle her, especially if Eddie can't. I'm competative, so shoot me.
"Come on Cath," I murmur in my most seductive voice. My hand snakes over to run up the inside of her thigh and I lean closer to gently brush my lips over hers teasingly. She leans back away from me again but I follow her this time and when the back of her head hits the back of the couch she can't move any further. I kiss her gently on the lips, ignoring the fact she isn't kissing me back. I can feel her body wanting to respond, but she is stopping herself. I move onto her lap, facing her, and slip my hand under her shirt at her side to touch the soft skin there in a gentle caress that I know drives her wild. I am still kissing her unresponsive lips.
Suddenly I find myself on my back as the dam breaks and Catherine isn't resisting anymore. She is attacking my neck, nipping and sucking hard. There will be marks there, but I don't care.
The flood of her passion sweeps me along and I swiftly unbutton her shirt, slide it down her arms and throw it across the room, quickly followed by her bra. Catherine is less patient than me and my buttons snap under her assault. She is kneading my breasts with her hands, harder than I'm used to, but my back still arches and I push closer into her touch. My heavy breathing turns into a hiss as she bites my nipple.
I grab Catherine's hand and push it towards my centre, keeping eye contact. My nails scratch down her back as she pushes two fingers roughly into me and starts a desperate pace. If I was thinking straight I wouldn't have done that, but I'm not so I don't waste time wondering how she's going to explain the marks to her husband.
I come quickly and vocally. There are more marks she's going to have trouble explaining away after I switch our positions and bite my way not too gently down her body. She spreads her legs and urges me towards my destination with her hand on the top of my head. I suck quite gently on her clit, but increase the pressure in response to her whispered, "Harder." I nibble on her slick folds as I enter her with two fingers and my thumb rubs her clit. She is moaning incoherently now. I am sure the neighbours hear her cry out as she comes, and then we collapse, exhausted.
When we have both got our breath back, she looks at me and grins. "I never would have thought. I had you down as quite innocent and naïve in that way."
I raise one eyebrow at her and smile.
She chuckles, "I guess I was wrong."
Please give me feedback, I'm feeling kind of low and need praise! But constructive criticism would be great too, so I can improve.