Author's Note: This story contains explicit sexual content.
It has been a rough day for Katarina. As the best lawyer in the most successful lawyer's office, she was demanded by many clients. She had many cases to work on, some more challenging than others. She often had to work much longer than she loved to. Ten, eleven, sometimes even more than twelve hours a day. Her job was nerve- and time-eating, but she loved it, nevertheless. She had become a lawyer just like her father to make him proud and continue the legacy of the Du Couteau family. Her family's reputation had lasted for centuries, and she intended to uphold it.
She was giving her best to make him proud of her. She knew he was not happy with everything she was doing. She knew he was not happy about the person she was seeing. She knew her father didn't want her to be together with "just" a barkeeper. He had told her often enough that her boyfriend was not good enough for her, that he was not good for her social status and, above all, that he was not good enough for the Du Couteau family.
She knew her father would appreciate it if she would break up with her boyfriend, but that will not happen. At least not because her father wanted that. She would do a lot for her father, but she will never allow him to decide who was good enough for her and who was not. It was hers to decide who she wanted to be together with.
Her mother didn't want her to see him either, but she never had a good relationship with her mother who had always preferred her younger sister over her. She didn't care what her mother wanted or thought about her. She wasn't speaking with her for years and she had no intention to change things between them unless her mother would change.
A vibrating sound snapped Katarina out of her thoughts. Her gaze wandered to the electronic device that lay to her right, near the edge of her desk made of oak wood. After a few seconds of hesitation, she picked up her phone to see who was bothering her this time. The annoyance she felt vanished when she read the name of the person who had just sent her a message. A smile appeared on her lips as her thoughts drifted from her work to him.
G: When will you be home, honey? Just asking to know when dinner should be ready.
K: We can also order pizza or something...You don't have to cook.
G: Fast food is not very healthy. I rather prefer cooking.
K: Your choice. I'm fine with both.
G: So... when will you be home?
K: Well... I still have some work to do...
G: It's 19 o'clock already, honey...
K: I know...I know... But there is still stuff to do... I try to be home in an hour.
G: Alright. Cya soon, honey.
K: Cya, love you.
G: Love you too.
Katarina stared at the display for a few more moments before she put her phone aside. Her gaze returned to the screen of her computer; her thoughts immediately went back to her work.
A warm hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, worry could be seen on the familiar face that was looking at her. "Kat?" a familiar female voice asked. Its owner had long raven hair, but also a bun on top of her head. She had beautiful facial features, her lips were covered by black lipstick, the same colour as the eyeliner that had been used to accentuate her beautiful eyes. It was none other than her best friend Drann who was also employed as a lawyer in the firm owned by Katarina's father.
"Are you alright, Kat?" Drann asked when she got no answer from Katarina.
"Of course, I am. Why are you asking?"
"Have you checked the time?"
"No... What time is it?" the redhead asked, her gaze still resting on her friend who looked a bit tired.
"Almost 20 o'clock."
Katarina's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh shit...," she cursed.
"Late for dinner?" Drann guessed.
"You could say that," Katarina replied, picking up her phone and tipping in a message to Garen. She noticed that she had missed several messages and even two calls from him.
Drann walked over to the hatstand and took her friend's jacket. "Let me drive you home before dinner gets cold."
"I can drive on my own," the redhead replied.
"That's true but my car is faster than yours, not to mention that I'm the better driver."
"I hate to admit it, but you have a point."
The raven-haired woman chuckled as she handed the suit jacket to her friend who didn't hesitate to put it on. "Thanks," Katarina mumbled, making sure that all her data were saved before she turned off her computer. She put her phone in her handbag, taking out her bunch of keys. She locked the door to her office when they left it, following her friend who was walking ahead of her, her hips swaying.
They followed the course of the corridor, arriving in the elevator area. They stepped into one of those small cabins, pressing the button that told the elevator to bring them to the underground car park. "I hope Garen won't be mad at me for not being home in time," Katarina said.
"I doubt he will," Drann reassured, having noticed the worry in Katarina's eyes and voice. "He knows how demanding and important your work is. He will understand it."
"You are right. He is the last person to be mad at me for not showing up in time. I'm lucky to have such a patient man in my life."
"Well, you could say the same about him. He can call himself lucky to have such a hard-working, strong and beautiful woman in his life," Drann responded.
Katarina smiled, feeling flattered by her best friend. "Thanks, I guess." She was not used to getting compliments, at least not by her family. Besides a few colleagues, Drann and Garen were the only ones doing that.
"I'm just saying the truth," Drann answered, returning the smile.
"I appreciate your honesty."
"Do you have any plans with Garen this evening?" Drann asked, switching topics.
"None that are of your concern," Katarina replied, hiding the slight blush appearing on her cheeks by looking away from her friend.
She could hear the other woman giggle. "You know exactly as I do that you will tell me anyway what will happen between you two. You always do."
Katarina sighed. "Yes, after it happens, not before it can happen at all."
Drann smirked but didn't push Katarina any further. The answer she got already satisfied her. She was glad that her bestie had a healthy relationship and a quite active sex life.
They didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride which was finally ended after a few more moments. The elevator doors opened, allowing the women to leave it. The underground car park was empty except for two cars not far away from them, telling Katarina that she and Drann were the last to leave the building.
Two expensive vehicles, both having the same colour as their owners' hair, awaited them. Katarina regarded her crimson vehicle for a few moments before she made her way over to Drann's pitch-black Lamborghini. She got inside once the doors were unlocked and opened, fastening her seatbelt. She opened her handbag and took her phone out, checking if she had received a message in the meantime. She didn't. Perhaps, Garen was still busy making dinner.
"To your place or his?" Drann asked.
"His of course. He may have the key to my apartment but he would never dare to get inside when I'm not home. I have given him permission to do so, but he doesn't want to."
"Maybe it's time you two move in together. I mean, you are dating for how long? Five years? "
"Six to be exact but...you know since my father likes to visit me from time to time... I can't really tell Garen to go somewhere else. It's better if we live separately, that way, I don't have to throw him out when my father shows up. I can just tell him that we can't meet because my father already announced his arrival."
Katarina heard a sharp breath leaving her bestie's lips. "You know you don't have to determine your whole life getting daddy's approval. Not when there is another man in your life who loves you unconditionally. I know you hate it when I bring this up, but it's the truth. You are a remarkable woman, and your father is proud of you, even though he rarely shows it."
Katarina refused to answer, knowing deep beneath the hard shell around her father's heart, he loved her and was proud of her although he did not show it. She loved her father with all her heart, and it hurt her that he didn't return the love she craved and deserved. He had always focused on the career of her adoptive brother Talon and only dedicated time to her when Talon hadn't needed anything or had been occupied with something else. She had always been of secondary importance to her father, despite being the eldest and being his flesh and blood.
This was always gnawing on Katarina, even nowadays. Making her father proud of her will always be of great importance to her.
But at least there was a man in her life who really cared about her and gave her the attention and respect she craved and deserved. Despite her exhausted state, she was looking forward to meeting Garen again. She was looking forward to kissing him, being held in his strong arms, cuddling with him and maybe more, if her body would allow it.
Once again, for the third time in the past few hours, Katarina was brought out of her thoughts by someone or something. Her eyes fell on the hand on her left shoulder, quickly wandering to its owner who regarded her with a raised brow and a questioning look on her face.
"Sorry, I was lost in thoughts, what did you say?"
"I was saying that we arrived. Is everything alright, Kat?" asked Drann, a slight amount of worry could be heard in her voice.
Katarina exhaled. "I just had a stressful day, that's it."
"You have been working longer than anyone else today, so I hope you can enjoy the evening, or what's left of it."
Katarina smiled "I will try."
"I hope your boyfriend spoils you today, you really deserve it."
"Maybe I will be the one spoiling him. After all, he had to prepare dinner more often than usual in the past weeks," the redhead replied, getting out of the vehicle. She walked over to her friend who immediately pulled her into a tight hug, knowing exactly that Katarina was not a hugger.
"It has been a hard week for you. Enjoy yourself, Kat."
"Thanks, Drann," Katarina responded as she pulled away from the hug. "I hope you have fun too."
Drann smiled. "I will."
The raven-haired woman waved her friend goodbye as she entered her vehicle and drove away. Katarina's gaze rested on the vehicle until she could no longer see it, and then she turned around and let her gaze wander over Garen's neighbourhood. It was totally different to her neighbourhood where only people who had a very high income lived.
Instead of expensive, huge houses, Garen's neighbourhood was filled with smaller houses that were affordable for common people like him. For those who couldn't afford high rents. They didn't have the privileges Katarina had. And that was fine. Katarina thought no less about them, unlike some other members of her family.
Garen's house was right in front of her. Its walls were made of white concrete, it had only one floor and the flat roof was covered by red tiles. For Katarina, it was a little too small, but she knew that it was just the right size for Garen. It was definitely too small for two people to live in it. If they would ever move in together, they would either look for a new apartment or take Katarina's current one. They would definitely not live there.
Katarina didn't hesitate to walk to the front door and unlocked the door, entering Garen's house without hesitation. She was immediately greeted by loud meows made by a familiar furry creature. It was none other than Garen's housecat Prince, a white British shorthair. Its glowing green eyes rested on the familiar visitor, it didn't hesitate to walk over to her and rub its body against her left leg. The lawyer squatted down and petted the cat, causing the animal to purr loudly.
She enjoyed caressing the beautiful animal and listening to the sounds it made. Nevertheless, she stopped eventually, not wanting Garen to wait any longer. She noticed the disappointed look in the cat's eyes as she got up, ignoring the meows it made when it followed her to the end of the entrance hall. It reminded her of her own cats. Dagger and Shunpo. The Chartreux siblings constantly craved her attention whenever she was home.
Katarina left the small entrance hall, arriving in the living room that was not that large but not too small either. There was a small, comfortable settee on the left, a wooden table with four chairs in the middle and a bookshelf on the left side of the room. Next to the bookshelf stood a flatscreen tv on top of a shelf. It was big enough for Garen and Katarina to recognise everything from the sofa.
The table was already set, even the meal stood in the middle. It was a baking dish full of baked sweet pasta and it didn't just smell delicious, but looked delicious too. Her mouth was already watering, and her stomach was growling. She also noticed a wine bottle with two glasses next to it.
Everything was set already but one thing was missing. Or a person in this case. Garen was nowhere to be seen. He was not in the living room. There weren't many places where he could be, so Katarina should find him very quickly.
She didn't hesitate to check out the kitchen but besides the oven, which door was opened so the heat could escape, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. No Garen.
He was not in the bathroom either, so there was only one place he could be.
His bedroom.
She spotted him the moment she entered it. Her heart immediately started to beat faster when she caught sight of him. His muscular upper body was exposed, and his strong hands held a blue shirt that he intended to put on.
She had caught him in the middle of changing. Her eyes rested on his muscles for a few moments before they wandered to his handsome face. His blue eyes were regarding her, a smile could be seen on the corners of his lips.
"Hello, handsome," Katarina greeted.
"You made it, honey," was the first thing Garen said as he crossed the distance between them and pulled her in to plant a kiss on her lips. Katarina didn't resist, as she had no reason to, and returned the kiss. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and a warm, familiar feeling appeared in her stomach as she enjoyed the passionate kiss.
She pulled away eventually, licking her lips, her brain was still processing the awesome kiss they had just shared. God, had she missed those lips. She felt better already, less exhausted than before, just from kissing him. It always astonished Katarina what a positive effect Garen's mere presence had on her. Not to mention how physical contact with him affected her.
"How was your day?" Garen asked eventually, regarding her from head to toe. He couldn't deny how sexy she looked in that black suit.
"Stressful like the previous days. But thank God the week is finally over."
"You really deserve some time for yourself now," Garen replied, taking off her jacket.
"I rather spent my free time with you than alone."
Garen smiled. "I know, it was just a figure of speech."
Katarina smiled, saying nothing.
"Dinner is ready, we should eat before it gets cold."
"Let me change first, I'll join when I'm done."
"I don't mind waiting here until you are done," Garen replied, a mischievous smile could be seen on his lips.
Katarina hit his shoulder playfully. "You are impossible."
Garen chuckled. "Alright. I will wait for you in the living room." He kissed Katarina on the cheek, regarding her for a few more seconds before he walked past her and left his bedroom, vanishing out of her sight. Katarina found herself staring at the door he had just passed through for no reason. She turned around eventually, remembering again what she wanted to do.
She went to Garen's cupboard, pulling out the first drawer which contained only her clothes. Garen had granted her this drawer because she often stayed overnight. Katarina took off her suit trousers and put them on top of the cupboard, taking out one of the three black leggings stored in there. She put it on quickly and then removed the white shirt she always wore beneath the suit jacket in case she wanted to open it. She put on a fresh black shirt instead that was decorated with the logo and the members of the metal band Pentakill.
She looked in the mirror above the cupboard and combed her hair until it sat perfectly. She thought about redoing the slight amount of makeup she put on every day, but she decided against it, not wanting to let her boyfriend wait any longer. She went back to the living room, spotting Garen patiently waiting for her. She noticed that he had not only already put food on their plates but also filled their glasses with wine.
"Sorry for taking so long," Katarina said as she walked over to the table and took a seat opposite him.
"No worries, the food is still warm."
"It is?" Katarina asked surprised. She had expected it to have become cold in the meantime since she had been late for about twenty minutes, not to mention the time she had needed for changing.
Garen rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he answered. "Well, I kinda expected you to arrive later, so I waited a little longer with putting the food in the oven. Since you dodged my messages and calls, I had to guess. Fortunately, I guessed right."
Katarina rubbed her upper thigh in embarrassment, feeling a little ashamed. "Sorry about that...I...", she stopped speaking as she saw the gesture Garen made with his hand.
"You were caught up in work, I understand that."
"I have never missed the ringing of my phone, that's a first. I was so deep in the topic that I failed to hear anything," Katarina replied, feeling a bit guilty. But that small amount of guilty quickly vanished as Garen put his hand on her and gave her a reassuring smile. He didn't need to say anything, his mere touch was enough to comfort her.
She stared into his gorgeous blue eyes; her skin was tingling in excitement. He returned her staring, not getting enough of those beautiful green eyes of hers. It was he who eventually broke the comfortable silence between them. "We should eat before it gets cold."
Katarina nodded. "You are right." She picked up the cutlery next to her plate, cutting off a small piece of the baked pasta. She brought it to her lips and took a bite. It was undeniably delicious. Baked pasta didn't belong to her favourite foods, but she loved to eat it nevertheless, especially when Garen made it. She didn't hesitate to tell him her opinion about the food, receiving a happy smile from him.
She took a few more bites before she grabbed her wine glass, studying the liquid, that had a similar colour to her hair, for a few moments before she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. It was very delicious. Garen had chosen a good type of wine.
"Do you have any plans for the weekend yet?" Garen asked after some time.
"Not yet. I was hoping to spend my weekend with you if that's okay for you."
"I have nothing planned either. Do you have something in mind?"
"Nothing in particular yet, but I'm sure we will find something."
Garen smiled. "I'm sure we will. Do you want more?" He pointed at her empty plate.
"I think I will pass. I need to keep an eye on my weight."
"Another portion won't make much of a difference," Garen assured.
"It will if I eat more and more. As you know, in the past months I rarely found the time to go to the gym. I really need to track what I eat and how much I eat," Katarina responded.
"Fortunately, we didn't order pizza."
Katarina chuckled. "You are right. I was so stressed by work that I forgot pizza doesn't really do me any favours in my current situation."
"I wouldn't love you any less if you would gain a little weight. Or more than a little."
Katarina gave him an appreciating smile. "I know but I prefer being lean and muscular. "
"I will always support you, Kat. And I will always accept you as you are."
"I'm really lucky to have you," Katarina replied, taking another sip of wine.
Garen said nothing in return and mimicked her, enjoying the wine as well. "More pasta for me then," he said. Katarina watched him getting a second and a third portion. As someone who, unlike her, went to the gym regularly, he could afford to eat more without fear of putting on extra weight.
She wished she would have more time to visit the gym within the week and not just during the weekends. She could gain more muscles and eat more delicious food at the same time. She could only hope that the workload would decrease as soon as possible.
They talked a little, only small talk since Katarina was too exhausted and not in the mood to talk about more complex topics. She just wanted to relax, to cuddle with him while they would watch a movie or something.
They cleared the table together, putting everything in the small dishwasher. They made their way over to the settee, Katarina already sat down while her brunette boyfriend was looking for the remote control which he had put somewhere. He found it eventually, taking a seat next to his girlfriend.
"What do you want to watch?" he asked.
Katarina snuggled up to him, putting her head on his shoulder. "You can pick anything you like. I just want to cuddle," she admitted.
Garen wrapped his arm around her, his gaze rested on her. "You sure?"
The redhead nodded. She didn't care what movie they would watch. She just wanted to relax. She was tired, so tired that she fell asleep after the first twenty minutes. She woke up again, not knowing how much time had passed. Her sight was blurry at first but became clearer until she could clearly recognize what they were watching.
It was an action movie; one Katarina didn't know. She loved action movies, especially with a female lead character. She knew a lot of action movies, but not this one. It must be a new one.
She averted her gaze from the screen and looked at the man whose arm was still wrapped around her. His gaze was directed at the TV, his handsome face didn't show any signs of tiredness. She was asking herself if he had noticed her falling asleep. She wondered if he had looked at her from time to time or just stared at the TV.
As if Garen had read her mind, he suddenly looked at her, giving her a smile. Katarina didn't want to disturb him while watching the movie, but the desire to kiss him was so strong it couldn't be ignored.
It may sound a little selfish to put her desire over Garen's desire to finish the movie. But she was certain he wouldn't mind missing the movie for her, especially since he could always watch it again. Not to mention that he would also like what she was planning.
Katarina wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down so she could press her lips on his. His lips tasted salty, probably because of the chips he loved to eat, but she didn't mind that. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him deeply, not that she wanted to do that, nor could she stop her body from moving on its own. She was already sitting on his lap before she could realize it, her tongue was licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance.
Her wish was granted, and she inserted her tongue to deepen the hungry kiss. One of her hands toyed with his hair, and the other rested on his muscular chest, caressing it through the fabric of his shirt.
Katarina noticed the hand on her back, dangerously close to her butt, Garen's other hand rested on her left hip, not far away from her breast. The hungry kiss broke eventually, but while Katarina paused to catch a breath, Garen was already on the next step.
He buried his face in her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin. The redhead tilted her head to give him better excess, a soft moan escaped her lips as Garen's teeth graced her skin. He was merciless, covering her neck with kisses, knowing that visible bruises, also known as love bites, will decorate her neck for at least two or three days.
Katarina allowed him to continue, she also didn't stop his hands from wandering. A louder moan escaped her lips as his hands squeezed her left breast and her right butt cheek. He knew exactly that there was no way back from this point on. With this action, he had fully unleashed Katarina's lust, but that was exactly what he had intended.
"You are a very bad boy, Garen," Katarina whispered, lust was reflected by her eyes and voice.
"I know you love it when I'm bad," Garen replied, squeezing her rounds tighter.
"You are not wrong," the lawyer moaned out. His grip was not too tight, but strong enough to arouse her. She could feel her nipples become stiff, poking against the fabric of her bra. There was a familiar feeling~ a familiar tingling between her legs.
She hadn't seen him all week, so she hadn't had the chance to exchange caresses with him. She hadn't been in the mood to touch herself, even though she had felt the need to relieve herself of the daily stress caused by her work. At least now she can finally relieve the stress that had accumulated over the course of the week.
Garen's hands were quite busy, but Katarina's were not idle in the meantime. One of her hands had gotten beneath his shirt and was caressing his toned abs. The other fumbled with her shirt. She couldn't take it off with one hand, but Garen helped her and together they pulled it over her head.
She didn't need to look at her boyfriend to know where his eyes rested. He couldn't take his eyes off her well-developed chest that was semi-covered by a black bra. But this wonderful sight was not enough for him. He wanted to see more of her, so he did the only thing that came to his mind. He only needed one hand to unclasp her bra, the other was still kneading her butt through the fabric of her leggings.
He discarded the piece of fabric, and his hand immediately shot to her left breast, starting to knead it softly. Katarina couldn't help but moan as a strong wave of pleasure rushed through her body. He really knew how to use his strong hands to make her feel good. His palm and three fingers were buried in the soft flesh of her tit, his thumb and index finger toyed with her erect, sensitive nipple. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing.
Garen eventually replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking on her breast while he kneaded the other breast, causing Katarina's moans to become louder and more frequent.
A smirk appeared on her lips as she saw Garen's other hand wander. It wandered from her butt to the area between her legs, he didn't even bother to remove her leggings. Nothing and no one stopped his hand from sneaking beneath the leggings and stroking over the fabric of her panties that had gotten wetter in the meantime.
He could only grin as he noticed how wet she was underneath the fabric. His fingers carefully caressed her swollen southern lips, causing Katarina to bite her bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping her lips. She could feel Garen kissing her chest, then her neck and even her chin.
He kept kissing his way up until he found her mouth again, inserting his tongue when she returned the kiss and parted her lips. The same moment as his tongue entered her mouth, his index finger slowly entered her womanhood. Her inner walls tightened around the intruder, but it was only a matter of time until they loosened up, so Garen could insert another digit.
"Fuck," Katarina whispered between moans as Garen's fingers found her G-Spot, his thumb stimulating her clit. It always amazed her how those strong hands could be so gentle. She couldn't help but keep moaning again as Garen continued to move his fingers inside her, kissing her passionately.
She felt her orgasm approaching, she wanted to tell her boyfriend to slow down, but she couldn't. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him nor could she stop the orgasm from happening. The wave of pleasure that shot through her body was the strongest she had felt so far, her inner walls contracted and released a liquid that stuck on Garen's fingers as he pulled them out.
A triumphant grin could be seen on his lips as he regarded his girlfriend riding out her orgasm. None of them had expected this to happen so soon. Especially Garen had not expected that he could make her cum by merely using his fingers.
"I didn't know I could do that," Garen said when Katarina finally caught her breath.
"We haven't had sex for almost a week, and it's been a stressful week... I could have done what you just did with your fingers myself, but it doesn't feel as good as when you do it. Not even close."
"I'm glad you are satisfied now, honey."
Katarina snorted. "You must know me pretty poorly if you think that one orgasm is enough to satisfy me after a whole week without sex. I'm just getting started."
"I knew you would say that," Garen answered, the grin on his lips didn't vanish. He brought his sticky fingers to her mouth, running them over her lips. Katarina didn't hesitate to run her tongue over his digits in the sexiest way, her green eyes didn't leave his. It was obvious that he enjoyed what he was seeing.
Katarina couldn't help but grin at him, the tiredness that had caused her to fall asleep during the movie had vanished in the meantime. She was fully awake and hungry for more. She pulled on Garen's shirt, removing it with his help. Her eyes landed on his muscular upper body; she licked her lips in anticipation as she ran her fingers over his toned abs.
Her fingers remained there for a while but then travelled further down, to the hem of his trousers. She unbuttoned it and removed it slowly, taking a closer look at his strong legs. He never skipped leg day.
Her gaze eventually fell on his boxer shorts that couldn't hide the fact that he was aroused just like her. The shorts didn't last much longer, like his trousers they were removed only a few moments later. Katarina's eyes reflected anticipation; she bit her bottom lip softly at the sight of Garen's large, stiff manhood. For a man of his size, it was no surprise that his sex was huge.
The redhead didn't hesitate to touch his dick with one hand, staring right into Garen's eyes before she started to stroke it slowly. She could see the pleasure on his face increasing as she increased the speed of her hand.
She was dating Garen for six years and except for the past few weeks, they had always had a very active sex life. It was normal for them to have sex at least four days a week, sometimes they even had sex more than one time a day. It always depended on their moods and the circumstances like work or appointments they had to attend.
Katarina knew exactly what she had to do with her hands to make her boyfriend feel good. But she couldn't only use her hands to cause pleasure. She could also use her mouth to satisfy him. That was exactly what she decided to do. She brought her mouth to the tip of his cock, running her tongue over his sensitive glans.
A smile formed on her lips as she heard a moan escaping Garen's lips. She teased him a little longer, her left hand didn't stop stroking. Not even as she inserted his dick in her mouth and ran her tongue along it.
She felt his hand on her head, gripping her hair, but that didn't stop her from what she was doing. She continued to satisfy him, her other hand had found its way inside her panties, and two of her fingers had already entered her womanhood in the meantime. The longer she pleasured herself, the stronger became the desire to have him inside. She just had had an orgasm only minutes ago, but she still wanted more. Her hunger was far from being satisfied and that was exactly what she let Garen know.
Katarina eventually decided to stop the foreplay and take the next step. She took Garen's manhood out of her mouth and finally removed her leggings, noticing that her black panties were totally soaked. She got rid of them as well, tossing them aside. Her whole body was fully exposed now, there was nothing she could hide from him. He could see everything, the tattoo that started on her left hip and ended right below her breast, but also her trimmed crimson pubic hair. She could clearly see that Garen liked what he was seeing.
The redhead didn't hesitate to position herself above her lover who was lying on the settee. She grabbed his dick and rubbed the tip against her southern lips for a few moments before she slowly inserted it inside her. His thick member easily penetrated her inner walls, finding her most vulnerable spot rather quickly. This caused Katarina to moan loudly.
"Oh, fuck," Katarina moaned again as Garen started to move his hips, causing his dick to be pulled out and pushed in again in a slow but steady rhythm. Katarina shook her hips as well, increasing the pleasure they felt. She propped herself on Garen's legs, leaning backwards to have a secure hold. She didn't take her eyes off her lover as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body.
The moans that escaped her lips had become so frequent that they were no longer single moans but could be considered as a melody of moans instead. It was not different in Garen's case, his moans were also loud and frequent. The pleasure was on both sides.
After some time, Katarina repositioned herself, so that she no longer had to prop herself up on Garen's legs. Instead, she was now sitting on his hips, his manhood was still deep inside her. That way she could lean forward and capture his lips in a passionate kiss. She felt his fingers toying with her hair, his other hand kneaded one of her butt cheeks, even spanking it from time to time.
Katarina stimulated her clit with her fingers, her other hand caressed her lover's muscular torso. She felt her orgasm come closer and closer, but she didn't stop moving her hips or stimulating her clit. Nor did she tell Garen to slow down. It was only a matter of time before she would get over the edge.
It happened sooner than later; her inner walls contracted and released her love juice. She cried out her lover's name as she came, her nails leaving scratch marks on his skin.
She was not fully done riding out her orgasm as she felt Garen wrapping his arms around her and pressing her against her. Her name left his lips as he climaxed, filling her up with his cum.
There they lay arm in arm, breathing heavily as they rode out their orgasms. They said nothing for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence and the mere presence of the other. Katarina's head rested on Garen's broad chest, one of his hands rested on the back of her head, and the other gently caressed her back.
"I needed that," Katarina whispered, just before her eyes fell shut and tiredness overcame her. She fell asleep in her lover's arms the very next moment.