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He plops her onto the bed and begins undressing the both of them. When they're in their underwear, she stops him and pulls him to the bed. She stares into his eyes and kisses him lovingly. She traces his jaw with kisses, she strokes his hair, it's like she wants to relearn every inch of him. She kisses his neck until he moans, kisses his chest down to his belly button; he's hard, and it's embarrassingly erect inside his boxers. Her fingers trace the transplant scar, his old scars, and moves back up to his face. He pouts, "wrong way."

Catherine slightly chuckles before she's tracing his face. She touches his eyebrows, the contours of his nose, the small cut on his forehead, she palms the stubble on his face before kissing him lightly. He searches her face trying to understand what she's doing; he had always been the gentle one, with her preferring the hard and fast. She gets up and lights candles around her room and closes her shades, it's daytime, but you wouldn't know it. She finds his cell phone and powers it down. She puts on soft sensual music and goes back to the bed. She straddles him and looks deeply at him, he leans up to kiss her and she pushes his chest back down.

"We are going to take things, slow Sailor."

"How slow?" He wants her now.

"Very slow." He groans. She begins kissing his chest.

"Steve" kiss "you" kiss "are" kiss "going" kiss "to" kiss "work" kiss "much harder before we sleep together." She kisses his mouth languidly before adding, "therapy is Tuesday, 14:00, don't be late." She takes one of his nipples into her mouth and teasingly bites; he grabs her ass, and she swats his hands. Steve doesn't know what she wants from him; he's fighting natural instinct to turn the tables and tease her. She grabs his hands and lifts them above his head. She produces satin scarfs that she ties to the headboard along with his wrists; he's a little scared, but a lot more curious.

She slithers to the bottom of the bed and restrains his feet. Then she's tying her hair back. She crawls up to his boxers and pushes them down Steve's legs. She kisses his thighs, licks the shaft, and begins jacking him off while staring into his eyes. When she takes him in her mouth, he's amazed. She's sucking and jerking while massaging his nuts. He knows he's not gonna last, but there's nothing he can do, the restraints are so tight, and his brain is on fire. She slows as she feels he's on edge, moans, and curses escaping his lips as his body twitches. Steve's eyes aren't even open. She gives one lollipop lick before she's done. It takes him a second to realize she stops while he was on the brink of orgasm.

He opens his eyes and sees her leaning back on an elbow, rubbing her clit. She wets two of her fingers in her mouth before she's back to rubbing slow circles and putting on the perfect pressure. She pulls her vibrator out and leans it against her and in seconds she's squirting, screaming, and twitching.

Steve's like a caged animal at this point, he's snarling trying to get out of these restraints, but he can't. He's at her mercy, and currently, she's too busy finger fucking herself with her fingers and her vibrator to notice him. He's got a direct view of how wet she is, she's dripping, and he's dying. He can't grab his throbbing dick, he can't touch her, he's immobilized. Once she's done her orgasm, she moans and lays there, ignoring an irate Steve.

She thinks she's seeing stars, but she's not done. She straddles him one again right in front of his dick and moves back and forth rhythmically. Her breasts jump and bounce as her ass collides with his dick. Steve tries to use his abdominals to rise up and thrust with her, but he can't. She puts two fingers inside of her and licks them seductively before she French kisses him. He can taste her on her tongue, and it's not the first time they've done that, but the first time in a long time. Too long. She scoots up against his torso and removes one pillow under Steve's head so that he's closer to being on a flat surface.

Catherine sets herself right on Steve's face; she hadn't taken this ride in two and a half years. She uses the top rail of the headboard and starts riding, conscious Steve will have to breathe every few seconds, but also focused on her own pleasure. She rides his face until she's coming, he isn't able to use his hands, so it's not his best performance, but it will do. She stays on top of his face when she feels him give into his orgasm. She rolls off his face and goes into the bathroom. He hears water running, and she's back with a rag. She cleans him up ever so gently. She removes the mattress pad Steve hadn't even noticed was there; her sheets were too expensive for her to ruin them with her fluids all the time.

Once she's cleaned up, she grabs some oil and starts massaging his chest, his arms, his flank, his stomach, all the way to his feet. She rubs his feet, and it feels incredible. Then she's back in the bathroom taking her time. He doesn't know what to expect, but it's not her in a sundress, which is exactly how she does. "Ok Sailor, I'm gonna let you out now, ok?" She starts with the foot restraints and then she does the hands. She kisses his forehead, tells him there's a key in the coffee jar, and to lock up when he leaves. He's so confused; he knows he's heard the front door close, but what the fuck?

The synapses of his brain are firing at all cylinders. They've never done anything so erotic without immediately making love. The tension of the last couple months had finally exploded in a way he never imagined. This replay would have to be in the back of his mind all day at work, or he'd need to find a single stall bathroom. He lays flat on his back, butt ass naked, trying to make sense of what just happened.