Just a Little Romance
3. Down Time
Catherine saw her reflection in her vanity mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth agape, and her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Then her eyes traveled to Warrick's face. His eyes were closed tightly, his eyebrows furrowed as well, and his lips moving, making words that she could barely hear at the moment because her heart was beating loudly within her.
She was sure that he was grunting some pretty nasty and indecent things to her, considering the level of pleasure they were both receiving from their position: him behind her thrusting hard and fast and her on all fours pushing herself back against him. She can't remember which of them suggested this position.
"Catherine," he grunted as he gripped her breast with one had and kept the other on her hip.
She whimpered as she felt the tingle of arousal course through her as he rolled her taut nipple in his fingers.
This was not like him. The last two times they had been together, she initiated. When she came home, however, he took her with such ferocity that it scared her. This carnal, primal part of him had obviously been subdued for a long time. He made love to her passionately and violently; the two blending together like the primary colors.
"Oh," she grunted. "Yes."
"Tell me how you want it," he whispered gruffly.
"Hard," she grunted. "Damn hard Warrick."
He reached up her back and took the butterfly clip out of her hair and let it fall to the bed. Her hair fell down her back and she felt a light tug at her nape as his fingers tangled into it. He had fulfilled her request and all that was heard were her muffled groans and grunts as she gripped the tangled sheets in her fists and sunk her teeth into the mound of comforter before her. She heard his voice and the wet slapping at their joining. All of it was extremely arousing.
"God, Catherine," he grunted as he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back against him harder, making her grunt into the sheets with each deep thrust. "Catherine…"
Hearing her name sounded again caused her to go over the edge. She screamed and growled into the sheets, her teeth still biting them as she climaxed. Warrick moaned her name several times as he emptied himself inside of her.
She collapsed onto the bed, panting with exertion and shuddering. Warrick collapsed his weight on her and kissed her at the nape of her neck, nibbling and sucking on sensitive areas.
"Warrick," she panted as she gave in to the pleasure of his soft kisses.
They separated and Catherine rolled onto her back and parted her legs to allow him entrance to her body again. He slipped inside of her easily, and then he kissed her swollen crimson lips. Seeing Catherine after making love to her excited him, and she could feel his arousal growing within her. Her hair fell perfectly around her face, damp with sweat, her eyes were a darkened lustful blue that melted his heart, her lips swelled to a sumptuous plumpness that he couldn't resist, and a perfect, proportionate bosom.
Warrick brushed away a strand of hair from her face.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered. "Damn beautiful."
Catherine smiled.
"You really think so?" She asked. "Honestly? Even though I'm a bit older?"
He nodded as he leaned down to kiss her lightly.
When they linked their hands together without having to request it, they found it quite eerie, yet intimate and deeper.
They made love again slowly, her hips lifting up to meet his. They both climaxed at the same time and then they separated again, exhausted from the exertion of rough sex, and the overwhelming intensity of a feeling that they both felt but didn't want to admit really making love the second time.
Catherine let Warrick fondle her breasts gently, something that she found rather relaxing; she didn't know why, it just was. Once she was completely sated from making love, the way he touched her breasts, squeezed them, and massaged her nipples didn't arouse her. It was in reverence mostly, she knew, and even though she wasn't thinking it, it seemed rather profane and insulting to their entire relationship to be aroused at such affectionate explorations.
"Warrick…" she began, wanting to tell him something that was years in the making.
"Yeah?" He answered.
She waited a few seconds, then she shook her head.
"Nothing Rick," she sighed, albeit pleasurably, turning her head to the side to allow him access to her neck. "Nothing at all babe."
OOO
The house was completely quiet, except for Catherine's loud screams of pleasure and her head board knocking against the wall from hers and Warrick's love making sessions throughout the two days she had off.
Lindsay was staying with her grandmother for a while, giving her the space and stability Catherine admitted that her twelve year old needed. Lindsay's absence also gave her a chance to try and figure out what she really wanted in her life. She already decided that she couldn't live without Lindsay. Sometimes, she almost couldn't function without her daughter.
Now Warrick had come into the picture. She knew that their torrid and sexually explicit affair would not be enough soon. Knowing Warrick, he would probably start asking her about a much deeper relationship. Maybe even marriage.
Just the thought of the word made her weary on her feet, and she had to sit down on the bed.
Warrick was in the shower.
She had time to think while she was waiting. She could see the silhouette of his incredibly sculpted naked body through her frosted glass shower door. The man was pure sex appeal and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Of course, she was sure that all the other women he slept with felt the same way too.
A tinge of jealousy rose within her, but she realized that Warrick was probably feeling the same thing about her past lovers.
She smiled thinking, At least I'm the one that's making him go cross-eyed.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Time was not on her side. She was two years older than Warrick. Not that that was going to be a problem. He was a mature man and he knew his responsibilities. Of course, he did play the occasional video game or two but she figured that was just a testosterone thing.
She laid down on her messy bed and sighed. For the last two days, they stayed in her bedroom, only venturing out to get a bottle of wine, the pizza when it came, and a rather enticing pair of lace thongs that had been sitting in her dryer for a week, the purpose for that unmentionable. Overall, she never thought she could be so carnal and insatiable.
It wasn't long before she was fantasizing and caressing herself.
Warrick stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist and used another to dry his hair. He focused his attention on the woman in the bed slowly arousing herself. He smiled and walked over to her, surprising her.
"Getting started without me?" He asked.
She glared at him.
"Well if someone didn't take forever in the shower, I wouldn't have to find ways to entertain myself," she snapped.
"So feisty," he chuckled. "The shower's free."
She grinned and leaned up and kissed him. Even though he had showered, he still smelled like sex and arousal, and she began to wonder if he really showered or not.
Catherine took her shower then she put on a night shirt that wasn't long enough. Warrick knew that she was getting tired though, so he tried to keep himself under control. He watched her as she brushed out her wet hair. The smell of her shampoo filled the bedroom, bringing a refreshing scent to it, running out the musty smell from making love all day and making the humidity nonexistent.
She then came over to him and kissed him lightly.
"I need you to get up," she said between kisses.
"Why?" He asked.
"So I can strip the bed," she said, pulling away from him.
"Catherine, it's late," he said.
"You wanna sleep on these?" She asked challengingly. "You wanna sleep on two days' worth of sex?"
"At least it's our stuff and no one else's," he quipped.
Catherine frowned at him and growled.
"Typical horny male response," she chided. "But that's fine. If you want to sleep on wet spots that's fine with me."
Warrick thought about it for a second before nodding in agreement.
"Yeah let's get these off," he said.
"That's what I thought," she said victoriously.