"There's no turning back now." He thought. He scooped her up in his arms
and started out of the kitchen.
"Uh, hey, the coffee pot." She said. He realized she wanted it turned off.
"Well, I seem to have my hands full." He playfully replied, backed up and let her reach over to click it off. He had no intention of setting her down until they reached the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an expectant smile. He headed out of the kitchen, across the living room and started up the stairs. His left knee popped loudly on the fourth step and sent a twinge of pain shooting up his thigh.
"Maybe you should put me down." She suggested, thinking it would really stink if this abruptly ended due to a knee injury.
"I'm fine. Happens all the time." He countered. "Besides, we're almost there." He stopped just inside the bedroom door so she could shut it. A nightlight near the bathroom door was the only illumination in the dark room. "I think, we need candle light." He whispered in her ear.
"I can arrange that, if you put me down." She said. He reluctantly complied. She retrieved matches from the bedside table, lit a candle on one side of the bed, two more on the other side and a couple on the dresser. "Satisfactory?" She inquired.
"Quite." He replied after inspecting the level of light in the room.
She dropped the matches on the dresser and was kicking off her slippers as he approached her. He placed his hands on her hips. She settled hers on his arms. They kissed long and slow; exploring one another like never before. They pressed against each other. She could feel him, hard and throbbing through the fabric of their clothing. She slipped her hands down to slide his shirt up his chest. He caught it halfway up, shrugged it off and dropped it to the floor. He caught the spaghetti straps of her top and pulled them down her shoulders to reveal the tops of her breasts. He began kissing along her collarbone, sliding his tongue out to lick at the swell of her breast. She was intent on sliding her hands up his chest but was hindered by the confines of her top. He slid it further down, past her elbows and she freed herself. He captured a nipple in his mouth. She moaned and arched upward, tangling her fingers in his hair. He caressed her back, slid his hands down her body, pausing to squeeze her ass, caught her upper thighs and carried her to the bed. He wanted to see her naked so he tugged the top and her light cotton lounge pants off at the same time.
He was about to join her on the bed when she sat up and stopped him. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. She stroked him through his boxers and a guttural moan escaped his throat. She smiled as she slid his jeans down his thighs then freed him of his boxers. He stepped out of them and placed one knee between her thighs on the bed but stopped again when she grasped his cock, squeezed then lightly stroked him. He thought he might pass out when she rolled her tongue around the tip then gently sucked him.
"Catherine, you have to stop that." He huskily grated out.
"Can't take it?" She asked with a giggle, sliding her thumb down the sensitive underside of his length.
"Maybe, later." He whispered suppressing a groan. They scrambled to the middle of the bed to resume kissing and caressing. He wanted to go slow, enjoy every moment and explore every inch of her but the need was too intense for both of them. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he soon found he was thrusting into her. He couldn't seem to form a coherent thought, only respond to her urgings of faster and harder. She arched against him, called his name and ground against him as she climaxed. He buried his face into her neck; every muscle in his body seemed to contract as with one final deep thrust he exploded inside her.
"God, that was good." Catherine murmured kissing his sweaty forehead. "No, stay for a bit." She whispered when he began to move off her.
"I must be crushing you." He replied and weakly propped himself up on his forearms.
"Umm, it's a good kind of crush." She responded and slid her hands up his back. Rivulets of sweat slid down his ribs from her movement. More long, slow deep kisses followed until she was ready to release him. He flopped onto his back. They cuddled up and he said as sleep overtook him. "We'll have to talk about this later."
"Yeah. Later." She drifted off to sleep.
"Uh, hey, the coffee pot." She said. He realized she wanted it turned off.
"Well, I seem to have my hands full." He playfully replied, backed up and let her reach over to click it off. He had no intention of setting her down until they reached the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an expectant smile. He headed out of the kitchen, across the living room and started up the stairs. His left knee popped loudly on the fourth step and sent a twinge of pain shooting up his thigh.
"Maybe you should put me down." She suggested, thinking it would really stink if this abruptly ended due to a knee injury.
"I'm fine. Happens all the time." He countered. "Besides, we're almost there." He stopped just inside the bedroom door so she could shut it. A nightlight near the bathroom door was the only illumination in the dark room. "I think, we need candle light." He whispered in her ear.
"I can arrange that, if you put me down." She said. He reluctantly complied. She retrieved matches from the bedside table, lit a candle on one side of the bed, two more on the other side and a couple on the dresser. "Satisfactory?" She inquired.
"Quite." He replied after inspecting the level of light in the room.
She dropped the matches on the dresser and was kicking off her slippers as he approached her. He placed his hands on her hips. She settled hers on his arms. They kissed long and slow; exploring one another like never before. They pressed against each other. She could feel him, hard and throbbing through the fabric of their clothing. She slipped her hands down to slide his shirt up his chest. He caught it halfway up, shrugged it off and dropped it to the floor. He caught the spaghetti straps of her top and pulled them down her shoulders to reveal the tops of her breasts. He began kissing along her collarbone, sliding his tongue out to lick at the swell of her breast. She was intent on sliding her hands up his chest but was hindered by the confines of her top. He slid it further down, past her elbows and she freed herself. He captured a nipple in his mouth. She moaned and arched upward, tangling her fingers in his hair. He caressed her back, slid his hands down her body, pausing to squeeze her ass, caught her upper thighs and carried her to the bed. He wanted to see her naked so he tugged the top and her light cotton lounge pants off at the same time.
He was about to join her on the bed when she sat up and stopped him. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. She stroked him through his boxers and a guttural moan escaped his throat. She smiled as she slid his jeans down his thighs then freed him of his boxers. He stepped out of them and placed one knee between her thighs on the bed but stopped again when she grasped his cock, squeezed then lightly stroked him. He thought he might pass out when she rolled her tongue around the tip then gently sucked him.
"Catherine, you have to stop that." He huskily grated out.
"Can't take it?" She asked with a giggle, sliding her thumb down the sensitive underside of his length.
"Maybe, later." He whispered suppressing a groan. They scrambled to the middle of the bed to resume kissing and caressing. He wanted to go slow, enjoy every moment and explore every inch of her but the need was too intense for both of them. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he soon found he was thrusting into her. He couldn't seem to form a coherent thought, only respond to her urgings of faster and harder. She arched against him, called his name and ground against him as she climaxed. He buried his face into her neck; every muscle in his body seemed to contract as with one final deep thrust he exploded inside her.
"God, that was good." Catherine murmured kissing his sweaty forehead. "No, stay for a bit." She whispered when he began to move off her.
"I must be crushing you." He replied and weakly propped himself up on his forearms.
"Umm, it's a good kind of crush." She responded and slid her hands up his back. Rivulets of sweat slid down his ribs from her movement. More long, slow deep kisses followed until she was ready to release him. He flopped onto his back. They cuddled up and he said as sleep overtook him. "We'll have to talk about this later."
"Yeah. Later." She drifted off to sleep.