2.
Playing it cool as I made my excuses to my colleagues and Warwick's friends, as well as having to concentrate on the road on the drive home has, amazingly, done nothing to calm my raging libido. Cath is sitting in the passenger seat with the split of her dress fully parted, exposing the whole of her smooth leg to me.
Pulling up to my apartment building, all that is running through my head are scenarios of all the possible things I want to do to Catherine, and that I want Catherine to do to me. This is possibly my one night with this sex goddess: fuck pride and ego, I'm going to make sure it not only fulfils but exceeds both of our dreams.
I quickly exit the car and before Catherine has a chance to do the same I stride to the passenger door and open it for her. I hold out my hand and she takes it graciously, peering at me from heavy-lidded eyes. It seems that our drive home has made no difference to her lust either.
I don't drop her hand up the flight of stair that leads to my building, nor as we make our way through my front door, then my living room and finally to my bedroom.
"You sure like to get to the point, don't you?" she teases.
Oh she has no idea. "Don't worry Cath, I'm going to take my time on you. Over and over" I tell her, and she groans as I lower her to my king-size bed.
She lies down at the same time as I crawl up the bed so that I'm leaning over her, kissing her madly again. She writhes under the weight of my hips trying to dominate the kiss, and so I grab her hands and pin her wrists above her head, showing her who's in charge right now.
Kissing her harder I once again move to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking my way down and then back up again, teasing the spot just behind her ear, alternating between kissing and blowing on it. "I can't wait to be inside you Cat" I breathlessly admit, half expecting a protest from her about the use of that nickname.
What I get from her, however, is a moan and the words "Sara… I want you to fuck me." God. I swallow again. This woman is making me wetter than I thought possible, and I desperately want to comply with her request.
I close my eyes and sit back on my heels, biting my lip and moaning at her words. She takes the release of her hands as an opportunity to grab my hips and try and pull me down to her, but I'm having none of it.
I flip her over onto her stomach somewhat primitively, again grabbing her hands and placing them above her head. This time when I release her wrists she leaves them in position, and I sweep her hair to the side and begin kissing the nape of her neck. Catherine emits a strangled "Ohh" and I move lower, teasing as much of her back as I have access to with her dress in the way. Moving my hands to the top of her zipper I begin to slip it down, slowly and seductively, kissing every inch of freshly exposed skin as I go.
It seems that Catherine Willows has a very sensitive back, as each kiss or nip or dart of my tongue seems to elicit one of those wonderful whimpers in her throat. I linger at the base of her spine for a while, teasing her with the impending removal of her clothes. "Jesus, Sara…" she begins, trailing off.
I part the two halves of her dress, leaning up so that I can slip it off her shoulders and pull it from under her. I'm greeted by a red lacy bra and French knickers, the exact shade of her dress. I smile in spite of my raging hormones. I should've known that the immaculate Catherine Willows would feel the need to match her panties to her dress.
Throwing the garment to the floor, I go back to my assault on her back, moving lower to kiss and bite one of her ass cheeks as I grip the other with shaking fingers. For this I get the loudest moan yet, teasing her by slipping my hands slightly underneath the lace, moving until I am almost at the source of her wetness. I can feel the heat radiating from her there, and have to close my eyes and take a second to convince myself to move my fingers away lest I break my promise to take my time over her and forcefully plunge them inside her instead.
Instead, I move my hands to her hips and slide the delicate lace down her legs. Her breathing noticeably increases as I strip her of her panties and then immediately flip her over, my face mere inches from a place I've fantasized about being countless times.
She groans again as I begin to kiss my way up her stomach, only this time it is a groan of frustration, realizing that I'm not going to give her what she wants just yet. I chuckle, how could she possibly imagine that I would skip straight past the cleavage that has been staring me in the face at work every day for almost seven years?
I look her up and down slowly from her thin, toned legs to her flat stomach, up to a pair of lace-encased breasts, which are moving up and down as her flushed chest heaves with her erratic breathing.
"You like what you see?" She asks me.
Again I drag my eyes up and down her body, deliberately slowly this time so that when I look back at her face she has a slight red flush creeping up her cheeks. "What do you think?"
"From the look in your eyes, I'd say you like what you see very much. In fact, I bet if I was to slip my hand inside your panties right now, you'd be soaking wet for me."
Catherine is so unbelievably sure of herself, but I guess she has a right to be since she is also unbelievably correct.
She uses my slightly wobbly hands-and-knees position as an opportunity to flip me over onto my back, and immediately starts kissing my neck. Her ministrations become more intense as she adds biting and sucking to the equation, stopping at my ear. "Am I right, Sara?"
I just swallow hard and gasp, trying to get a hold of my breathing. "Fine," Cath says, "I'll just have to check for myself."
Before I can properly register her words, she's undone the button on my jeans and is yanking down my zipper. Then, she moves to kneel by my feet and slides my pants off me. She raises her eyebrow at the sight that greets her. "Thong, Sidle? I didn't think you were the type."
I emit something between a low moan and a growl, grabbing her up again and forcing her on to her back. "You don't know my type" I say warningly, and I notice something flash across her eyes. Not fear, exactly, but some kind of thrill. She's getting off on this.
"Are you going to show me?" she asks flirtatiously.
I lick my lips "if you'll let me." I know she will. It's far too late for either of us to consider backing down now.
She changes tack. "Have you ever fucked a woman, Sara?"
I say nothing, but press my lips to her collar bone and lick all the way up to her ear. I bite her lobe, and move back down to bite her neck. She groans with each bite, and I press harder and harder. "Shall I take that as a 'yes'?" she continues.
"You can take that as a 'hell yes'." I tell her. "But damn Catherine, I've never fucked a woman as sexy as you." I dip my head back down, and kiss down to the top of those perfect breasts. Nipping my way along the balcony line of the lace, she gasps and whimpers her pleasure, her hands moving to grab my ass.
I kiss her breasts over the lace, wanting to keep them encased for just a little while longer, to tease myself as much as Catherine. Moving down, I feel one of her hardened nipples through the rough garment and begin sucking and gently taking it between my teeth through the lace. "Sara… yeah…" she whines out, high-pitched and breathy.
"You like that Cat?" I tease.
"God… don't stop" she says, and now makes me groan as she tangles a hand in my hair and holds my head where she wants me.
I see her other hand move to pinch and flick at her other nipple. "How did you get so sexy?" I ask her, briefly pulling my head back up.
She pushes it straight back down to her nipple without answering my question and I can't help but grin at her actions as I begin to suck her through the lace once more. "You're turning me on so much" she tells me, I assume by way of explanation.
Suddenly I am aware of a hand sliding from my ass around my thigh, stopping in between my legs. I know that even through the thin layer of material she must be able to feel horny I am.
"Oh god. You're so wet" she breathes, barely above a whisper. It's almost as if she's surprised.
I pull my head up from my assault on her now painfully erect nipple and push my hand against hers, getting some more pressure where I so desperately want it and proving to her just how turned on I am. "For you" I tell her. "I'm so wet, because of you."
Catherine moans and bites her lip at this before pulling me up and meeting my lips with hers. She kisses me forcefully and passionately, completely taking control of my mouth even though she's underneath me. She breaks away to pull my sheer top over my head. This shirt isn't exactly the kind you can wear a bra with, as Cath soon discovers.
She looks me in the eyes almost as if she's asking permission and I can't help but find the gesture undeniably sweet despite the situation we're in. By way of reply to her silent question I move my hands to hers and roughly push both pairs against my breasts. We both moan then, and it's surprising how satisfying the sound of our mingled pleasure is.
As Catherine begins to massage my breasts, gently at first and then with slightly more pressure, my head is spinning off in a hundred directions. I can't believe that Catherine Willows is mostly naked in my bed, feeling me up. I groan just at the thought, and Catherine seems to take this as her cue to begin taking my nipples gently between her thumb and forefinger, and then pinching as she realizes she's giving me pleasure, not pain.
As she starts to flick the hypersensitive buds back and forth with her fingers, she draws a series of moans from me as I ask myself if it's possible for a person to come without being fucked.
I sit up further on Catherine's hips so that I am now straddling her, unconsciously grinding my pussy against her lower belly. "Mmm" she whimpers out, clearly feeling just how hot I am for her. Looking back down at her, I realize I can't wait another minute to see Catherine's breasts; to see her completely naked. I lean down again and encourage her to sit up slightly, unclasping her bra one-handedly, and then breathing a sigh of relief that I managed to pull that move off.
My gaze moves down from her ever-darkening blue eyes down to her breasts. "Perfect…" I say aloud, before I can stop myself. She smiles a beautiful smile at me, and reaches down to rid me of my underwear so we're both naked.
I'm enraptured by the creamy white globes that my hands seem to be gravitating towards. I keep my eyes on them the whole time, as my fingertips begin to stroke and tease their way around the skin. I don't stay there for too long as I move my fingers further over the circle of pink flesh at the centre, and then begin touching her hard, pink nipples. She bucks slightly underneath me and whimpers again. God, that sound. I want her to keep making that sound.
I move my head back down to her chest, choosing to take her other nipple into my mouth this time. I consider moving my fingers to her other breast but on second thoughts I grab Catherine's own hand and move it back to her nipple, encouraging her to tease herself.
She does so with gusto, rubbing and pinching as she breathes out "you like that, Sara?" mimicking my words from earlier.
"Huh?" I manage, becoming less coherent by the second.
"Do you like it when I touch myself?"
I groan at her as I look her in the eyes. "Yes" I breathe, returning to her straining nub.
"Good." She says and then adds devilishly "I like touching myself too."
My moan at her words seems to encourage her to continue. "You're not the only girl who likes to fuck herself you know. Sometimes when I get home from work knowing I should be sleepy and yet feeling completely wired, it's the only way I can take the edge off. And Sara?" Here she pauses, I assume for dramatic effect, and then continues "I really love taking the edge off."
I move my lips from her nipple to her mouth then, crushing her against the pillow as I kiss her, a low growl escaping from my throat.
"Maybe I'll let you watch some time" she adds flippantly. Ok, she did not just say that. That's it, I decide, laying the full length of my body over hers. Again, we groan together as our lower bodies come into contact. Catherine experimentally moves herself under me, rubbing her center against mine. "Sar…" she breathes, "I can't take much more."
"What do you need Cat?" I tease her for what I know will be the last time this evening. I just want to hear her say it.
"I need you to fuck me" she almost growls at me. That's all it takes, and suddenly I'm moving off to the side of her, straddling her thigh, unashamed of the fact that my own moisture is rubbing against her leg. I move a hand between her legs and slip my fingers through her folds, gathering wetness. I release a guttural moan as I feel just how ready she is for me. "So it's not just me who's soaking" I gasp out, starting to move two fingers on her clit, rubbing slowly at first and then faster as she begins to moan with each sweep and buck her hips up towards me.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask. I'm not really teasing now, I honestly want to check that I'm doing it like she wants it.
"God, yes" she tells me, and I rub her harder and faster. "Mmm yeah, like that" she breathes, and I switch up our positions slightly so I'm kneeling between her legs. She understands my meaning perfectly and bends her knees, spreading her legs for me.
"Cat" I breathe out, seduced over and over by every sexy thing this woman does. I remove my fingers momentarily with the intention of sucking them into my mouth to taste her, but before I can she grabs me by the wrist and sucks my fingers herself instead. I moan loud at this, knowing that this image is going to be burned into my head for a long time to come. Possibly for all time. I still can't believe I'm about to fuck Catherine Willows. I'm about to push myself inside her and hopefully make her scream.
She pulls me up for a warm, wet kiss, sliding her tongue over mine to make sure that I can taste her. "You taste delicious" I compliment her, moving back to my previous position. Deciding I need to experience the source so to speak, I dip my head between her legs and open her to me, licking her from one end of her pussy to the other. She lets out a strangled moan and I repeat this action a few times, before pushing my tongue inside her, tensing it to get as far inside her as I can possibly be.
The reaction I get is amazing. Her hips buck and I have to move my arms under her ass and up around her thighs to grip them and hold her still. I push my tongue in and out of her as much as is possible, feeling her hand once again tangle in my hair. "Yeah… Sara… fuck me…" she babbles, breathing hard. Removing my tongue, I replace it with two fingers before she even has time to think. Pushing them deep inside her, she moans so loud I'm positive the neighbors will have heard. And honestly, I couldn't care less.
I feel her muscles contract around me as I move my fingers out and push them easily deep inside her again. "God Cat, you're so wet."
"What else?" she breathes out.
I've talked dirty before, but nothing compares to talking dirty to the sexiest woman ever to grace my bed sheets. "So wet, and hot… and tight" I gasp the last word out, and she groans in response. "How do you want it Cat?" I ask. I honestly want to know; I want to make this as pleasurable as possible for her.
"Deep like that" she begins, "and hard…" at this I push into her harder and her hips move against me. "Hard and fast" she whispers, and I begin to comply with her request, moving two fingers in and out of her gorgeous pussy at a speedy pace, looking down at the sight before me and feeling myself becoming flooded with my desire for her. She's perfectly groomed, just as I would expect her to be, and the sight of my hand – me, Sara Sidle – pumping in and out of her again makes me wonder if I could come without Catherine even touching me.
She's so responsive to every touch, moaning and calling my name as she moves against me, getting me as deep inside her as possible. Her fringe is stuck to her forehead and her chest shows a light sheen of sweat. I can tell she's trying to keep her eyes open but with each thrust they're drifting closed. "Harder" she whines, "please… harder."
I fuck her harder, curling my fingers in search of my opportunity to make Catherine really flip. At the same time, I dip my head down again and start whirling my tongue around her clit, alternating between up and down and circular flicks. Catherine cries out at my actions, and her hands on my head are this time forceful, holding me right where she wants me. I groan into her pussy, all the while moving my fingers inside her.
Her strangled gasp is so sudden that it actually forces me to snap my head up in case something's wrong. However, her cry of "there… there" tells me all I need to know as I pump my fingers continuously against the same spot, still flicking my tongue over her clit. My stomach flips over as I feel her tense up around my fingers, seconds before I feel her muscles gripping me hard and contracting around me as she screams out my name.
I don't think I ever appreciated my name until I heard it ripped from Catherine Willows' lips in the throes of an orgasm. An orgasm that I gave her. Jesus Christ.
Eventually the amazing muscles pulsing around my fingers slow to a fluttering, and Catherine exhales deeply, beginning to come back down to earth. I'm kneeling between her legs now, studying her face. She's no longer frowning with the tension of her building pleasure; in fact her features look completely relaxed.
If Catherine Willows thinks I'm done with her, she can think again.
I give her a short reprieve, leaning down to kiss her belly whilst my fingers lay still inside of her. "Mmm" she sighs contentedly, moving her head to one side so that she can look down at me. "I don't think I even want to ask where you learnt to do that."
I smile and tell her "don't worry, it's not like there've been thousands before you." She raises her eyebrow. "There haven't!" I insist.
"If you'd said that to me yesterday I'd have believed you. But I've seen such a different side to you in the last couple of hours that I'm not so sure of anything I've previously thought of you."
"Different side? Are you talking about my ass?" I quip.
She chuckles "you know I'm not. You're so sexy; so sure of yourself… so good at knowing what I needed." She licks her lips as she says this.
"Well, thanks for the compliment. But I promise you that the last few months have strictly been practices with myself."
I see her eyes roll up in her head as she lets out a shallow breath and I know it's time to show her again how committed I am to her pleasure. I begin to move my fingers inside her again very slowly. "Sar…" she begins, but whatever she was going to say trails off as she starts to rock against me gently. "Oh god" she breathes out.
I pick up my pace slightly, feeling her wetness around my fingers once more. I know she must still be very sensitive so I don't use too much pressure, but it seems that the little pressure I am using is very much appreciated.
"Is this what you do when you touch yourself?" she husks at me.
"Sometimes. But to be honest there are usually some… optional extras involved."
Cath moans at this, obviously appreciating this fact. "How about you?" I question.
"Ditto" she replies, "I am a twenty-first century woman after all."
The thought of Catherine on her own with sex toys is enough to make my head spin, and I briefly question my decision to take care of Catherine again before she takes care of me. Another sweep of her body with my eyes, however, reaffirms my zeal. I move faster inside her as she simultaneously increases the pace of her hips. She breathes my name as I move my fingers further out of her and then push them back in deeper, maintaining the pace I've set.
"Sara…" she gasps out "how do you want me?"
Oh, God. "So many ways" I say without thinking.
"Don't… uhh… don't be greedy" she instructs, which would probably sound more authoritative if she wasn't moaning in between her words.
I look her dead in the eyes as I withdraw my fingers from her core and command "turn over."
I see her eyes go wide as she looks at me and says "what?"
"You heard me, Cat. Turn over. Please." I want this as much for me as for her.
The shock in her eyes clears, assuring me that it was just surprise at the way I want her rather than disgust. She turns once more onto her stomach and I resume my earlier exploration of the back of her neck, licking and kissing a path down her back. Grabbing her hips, I pull them back with me as I kneel behind her so that she's balanced on her hands and knees.
Catherine groans loud and when I gently move my hand between her toned legs the flood of desire I find tells me how much she's getting off on this. Without hesitation I push two fingers deep inside of her and begin to move, dragging my fingertips over her front wall. I almost stop breathing as Catherine looks over her shoulder at me, tossing her hair to flick those sexy curls from her face as she begins to move against me. I hear another extremely loud groan, but this time I know it came from me.
Reaching underneath her I start teasing her breast with my other hand, squeezing none too gently; rewarded by her crying out. I move to toy with her nipple, flicking and pinching along with the rhythm she's setting, moving her body backwards and forwards onto my fingers. "Sar… fuck… yeah, just like that… fuck yes" she's babbling again, probably barely aware of what she's saying, but personally I am hyper-aware and don't want to forget even a second of this night.
I move my hand from her breast down to her clit, again reveling in how wet she is as I begin to swirl two fingers around and around her nub, then moving my hand so that I have a finger on each side of her clit, moving them up and down to stimulate as many of her nerve endings there as I can. The effects show instantly as Cath throws her head back and moans, pushing herself as far against my fingers as she possibly can. Letting loose some more choice expletives she becomes more and more frantic, until it's more difficult to keep my hand in that one place on her body.
"Sara" I hear "I'm getting so close for you."
That's all it takes for me to move my hand from her clit to her hip, and gripping hard I use it as leverage to rock her back on forth on my hand myself. At the same time I curl my fingers against her front wall, making come-hither motions until she throws her head back again to look at me and once more I have Catherine Willows in my arms, coming loudly for me.
I keep my fingers moving until I feel the very last spasm of her orgasm, slowing gradually as the fluttering inside her gets more and more gentle and her cries of pleasure die down. I take my fingers from her this time, letting her lay down on the bed. She immediately rolls over onto her back, wiping away the hair stuck to her forehead with her wrist as she looks up at me, still breathing pretty hard.
For the first time since we entered my bedroom I don't know quite what to do, until she smiles at me and gestures me towards her. I lie down beside her but don't crowd her as she continues to even out her breathing. I'm not entirely sure what is going to happen now; I mean, I think I know, and I know what it is I want, but I don't want to be entirely presumptuous either.
However, I will say this: if Catherine doesn't touch me she's going to have no choice but to put up with laying alone in my bed while I finish myself off in the bathroom. I'm so turned on at this point that there is no way I could make it to tomorrow without an orgasm.
As I look her in the eyes, however, I come to the realization that this won't be necessary. Apparently a fast recoverer, Cath is looking at me with a wicked glint in her eyes, as she opens her perfect mouth and states "god, Sidle, are you ever getting some after that."
I can't help but grin as the beautiful blonde in my bed rolls herself completely on top of me and captures my lips in a passionate kiss, stretching the whole naked length of herself against my body.