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BOOK TWO - PART TWO - CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

Cat exhaled shakily. "Did you think about me when you had sex with all those other girls?"

"Every time," Sam responded without hesitation, and it wasn't a lie. "It was never as good as it is with you. Not by a long shot. I didn't know what I was missing."

Cat gave out a soft hum, leaned forward, and kissed her slowly without stopping. Her thighs were getting sore, and her body was shaky. "I'm almost there."

"Mmmmfuck," Sam nearly growled, "I want you to come while I'm inside."

Cat wanted that too. She increased the speed of her hips a little. Her moaning got louder, and her fingertips were making rapid circles between her legs. "Oh, my God…" She exhaled shakily.

"That's it, Cat," Sam murmured, "Just like that…"

Cat kept going for several more seconds, holding her breath. Then she gasped, "OhGod, OhGod, I'm gonna—nnngh, fuck, I'm coming!" She sank down on the toy one more time, burying it inside herself to the base and contracting around it. The feeling spread from between her legs, out to each of her limbs and back again, eventually settling heavily in her lower stomach. She screamed Sam's name as she rode it out. It continued for several lingering seconds, then Cat collapsed on top of Sam with the toy still inside, panting for breath.

Sam wrapped her arms around her and stroked her back. She hummed lowly after a minute. "Was that good?"

"Yes. Fuck yes. Oh, my God, I love you," Cat breathed, then kissed her lips, leaned their foreheads together and repeated, "I love you, I love you, I love you…"

Sam laughed, held both sides of her face, and kissed her again. "I love you too."

Cat continued to lie there for several more seconds, catching her breath. Then, finally, she pushed herself up and lifted herself off the toy. It stung a bit now—she reached down to touch herself and saw a little blood on her fingertips. "Oh, jeez."

"Are you bleeding?" Sam sat up in concern. "Fuck, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Cat kissed her softly and then looked into her eyes. "You're so sweet, Sam. You didn't even do anything. I'm just gonna go clean up real quick, okay?" She backed up off the bed. "I'll be right back." She went over to the bathroom and locked herself inside.

Once she was gone, Sam loosened the straps of the harness and took it off with the dildo still attached. After placing it on the bedside table, she reached down and slipped her fingers between her folds, moaning deeply. She was very, very wet—her blonde curls were drenched down below. She spread her legs and rubbed her clit with her left hand while her other one went to grab her right breast. Her chest hurt. She didn't care. "Fuck, Cat…" she exhaled, tipping her head back and closing her eyes, then continued that way for a couple of minutes—all the way until she got the feeling that someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and lifted her head up to find Cat standing at the foot of the bed. "Holy sh—what the fuck, Cat?!" Sam scoffed, scrambling to cover herself with the blankets. "How long have you been standing there?!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. That was really, really hot." Cat had never actually gotten such a good view of Sam down there before. She wanted to taste her so badly her mouth was watering.

"Can I get a warning or something next time, please?" Sam asked uncomfortably. "I really didn't want you to see… that."

Cat climbed onto the bed with her. "Why can't I see?" She crawled on top of her and kissed her. "You trust me, right?"

"Well, yeah," Sam answered. Cat continued to stare at her, so she sighed and said, "I just—I have a hard time being vulnerable sometimes, okay?" She cringed. "And I hate that you just made me admit that."

Cat smiled and replied, "I know. But… you're all mine, so I want to see all of you." She kissed her again. "Does that make sense?"

Sam bit her lip, then finally said, "Yeah." She paused, then forced out, "If…"

"Mmmm?" Cat gently stroked the middle of Sam's chest.

"If I let you actually look—just for a second—you have to promise you won't touch me," Sam told her.

"I promise." Cat could tell she was nervous. She kissed her neck and whispered, "Please, Sam? You don't have to be scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Can I take the blankets off?" Cat requested, looking down.

Sam looked hesitant.

Cat grabbed the edge of the covers.

Sam nudged her hands away. "Do you mind if I do it?"

Cat could feel her shaking. She kissed her and backed up off her. "Of course not. Take your time."

Sam took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly. Then she pushed the blankets down until she was fully uncovered. Cat was on her knees between her legs. Sam laid back with one knee propped up and the other one bent to the side, resisting her urge to cover herself. She met Cat's eyes, looking extremely nervous. "Happy now?"

Cat took in the sight and her hand went back down to touch herself again. "I wanna taste you," she blurted, unable to help herself. Sam looked uncomfortable, and she immediately regretted it.

But to her surprise, Sam reached down. She gave herself a little rub before lifting her hand to Cat's lips.

Cat moaned with excitement, then grabbed her wrist and sucked her fingers clean. "Can I try something?"

"I… don't know," Sam answered hesitantly.

Cat kissed her on the lips, then murmured, "I'll go slow. Just stop me if it's not okay." She crawled back on top of her, angling her legs apart and positioning Sam underneath her so they were pressed together where they both needed it most. It took some careful configuring, and it wasn't the most comfortable, but Cat didn't care. Sam felt warm and wet and if she wasn't allowed to touch her with her hands, this was the next best thing. She began to gyrate her hips, moaning softly.

Sam inhaled sharply and rocked against her. They slid together slickly. "Fuck, that feels good," Sam breathed. Scissoring had never really been her thing, but with Cat it felt natural, and she was enjoying herself—a lot, surprisingly. "You're so fucking wet."

"So are you," Cat hummed, meeting her eyes. She rocked her hips faster—she was still sensitive from her first orgasm and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. "Mmmm, fuck, you make my pussy feel so good, Sam…"

Sam's hips jerked and she almost lost it. "Don't stop," she gasped, rutting herself into Cat, "Don't stop, don't stop—"

Cat moved faster. She could feel Sam trembling. "Are you close?"

"I'm gonna come," Sam blurted, right on the edge.

Cat moaned, "Mmmm, give it to me, Momma…"

"Unghh—Cat!" Sam grunted suddenly, grabbing Cat's hips with both hands and pulling her down to grind roughly against her, trapping her between her thighs. Cat could feel her spasming against her. It was almost enough to set Cat off as well. Cat continued working her hips even after Sam was done, chasing her own orgasm, until Sam got too sensitive and pushed her away.

"No..!" Cat fought against her, trying to keep going. "I'm so close, please just let me finish; please..!"

Sam hissed with discomfort and ignored the request, forcing her away.

"Sam!" Cat gave out a choked, desperate sob—she was still on the edge. Her hand went down between her own legs, but Sam caught her wrist and moved it away. "Please!"

"Come here." Sam gripped her hips and pulled her up towards her mouth. "Ride my face. I want you to come in my mouth."

Cat needed a release so badly that she didn't resist at all. She eagerly straddled Sam's face and ground down against her tongue, humping her. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing—the motion was instinctive. It took less than a minute for her muscles to freeze up, and she shook hard as her second orgasm overtook her. Her vision went white, and she screamed loudly, nearly blacking out afterwards.