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BOOK THREE - PART TWO - CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
"Mmmm… unnghh…" Cat woke to the sound of someone moaning. It took her a second to realize it was her. She was lying on her back in bed, her legs spread wide, with the blankets covering her up to her shoulders. Her bra and underwear had been removed, and sunlight was streaming in through the windows. There was a Sam-shaped lump under the covers, working wonders with her mouth. "Sam," Cat giggled breathlessly, giving her a little nudge with her knee, "What are you doing?"
"Eating your pussy," came Sam's blunt reply. She gave her another lick, then said, "Is that okay?"
"Well no—I mean yeah—I mean…" Cat shuddered with pleasure, still half-asleep. "If my dad finds out, he might seriously hurt you."
"Well, then let's not let him find out," Sam smirked. She resumed the motion of her tongue, swirling around, down, back up, and then flicking back and forth, never stopping. Then she pushed Cat's thighs further apart and licked her greedily, holding her there. She gave out a muffled moan as her own hips bucked against the bed.
Cat leaned back and bit the back of her hand, but made no effort to stop her. Quicker than ever, the fluttery feeling showed up in her stomach. She wondered how long Sam had been going before she woke up. It must've been a while, because she was already quickly nearing the edge. The fact that she was in her parents' house made her feel dirty and naughty. "Oh fuck," she whispered, holding her breath to keep from making noise. "God, don't stop…"
Sam reached up and palmed Cat's breast while she worked. She teased her nipple with her thumb, and it stiffened almost immediately. Sam was wildly aroused. "Fuck, I love how you taste," she growled out wetly.
"Sam—"
"Momma."
Cat moaned a bit more loudly and corrected herself. "It feels so good when you lick me there, Momma…"
"Yeah? You like how I use my tongue on you?" Sam rasped out. "I know you do; you're so wet. Dirty, naughty, horny little Kitten—what am I gonna do with you?" She paused in between words to give Cat slow, teasing licks.
"Sam—I mean, Momma—please don't tease," Cat whined. "I need you so bad it hurts."
Sam chuckled lowly. Then she moved to her clit and flicked her tongue with rapid strokes. She continued for several seconds and could feel Cat start to spasm, then used her fingers to spread her open and lapped at her clit directly. Cat nearly lost it. Sam was trembling with excitement over the anticipation of the taste she knew was coming.
Cat reached under the blanket and tangled her fingers in Sam's frazzled hair, then turned her head to muffle herself in the pillow the best she could. Finally, she tumbled over the edge and gave out no more than a breathless squeak. It felt really, really good, but she was terrified of being overheard. Her body shook and she could feel herself clenching down there against Sam's mouth as her thighs closed around her head.
Sam eagerly continued licking up the wetness until Cat got too sensitive and gave her a little nudge away. Then Sam crawled up next to Cat, laid on her side, and held her as her breathing slowed.
"What… the heck… was that for?" Cat panted incredulously. "You got me naked in my sleep?"
For a second, Sam looked unsure. "That's okay, right?"
Cat smiled. She wiped the messy wetness off Sam's chin and then gave her a lingering kiss. "It was the best way to wake up."
Sam exhaled in relief. "Okay. I'm sorry; I just woke up really horny, and you looked so hot…"
Cat giggled. "It was fun." She snuggled up closer to Sam and kissed her neck. "Are you wet?"
"I'm so turned on," Sam breathed. "Can I—" She stopped herself and shook her head.
"No, what? Tell me," Cat requested, stroking her chest.
"I wanna grind on your ass," Sam hesitantly told her. "Can you roll over onto your stomach?"
Cat was surprised, but she didn't protest. She rolled herself over and said, "Your hurt yourself last time you did this. You need to be careful."
"I'll be careful." Sam moved up behind Cat, grabbed her hips, and smacked her backside.
"Sam!" Cat looked back at her incredulously. "Quiet!"
Sam wasn't really listening. She leaned over Cat so she was lying almost fully on top of her, then straddled her hips and started humping her from behind. She grunted with each thrust, falling into a steady rhythm. It was difficult to get any direct contact with her clit in this position, but she was so turned on it didn't really matter. Before a couple of minutes had passed, her breathing was shaky, and her hips were jerking.
Cat could tell she was close. She smiled and murmured, "Mmmm, does it feel good rubbing on my butt like that, Momma?"
"So fucking good. Oh, fuck, Cat—" Sam's voice shook. She was just about to lose it.
"Sam, I want you to come on me," Cat whispered.
Sam bit down on the back of Cat's shoulder and slammed her hips into her a few more times, grunting quietly as the feeling overwhelmed her. Her chest hurt, but she didn't care. She kept going until the contractions subsided, then collapsed on top of Cat, catching her breath.
Cat was smushed under Sam's full weight. She was surprisingly heavy, but Cat didn't want to say anything, so she tolerated it. For a while. "Um, Sam…"
Sam brushed Cat's hair aside and softly kissed the back of her neck. "Mm-hmm?"
A shiver ran down Cat's spine. "Okay, as much as I love you doing that, it's getting kind of hard to breathe."
"Hmm? Oh, shit," Sam said, realizing. She quickly rolled off her. "Sorry; you're really comfortable."
There was a startling knock on the door.
"Don't come in!" Cat shrieked, scrambling under the blankets and making sure Sam was covered as well.
"Get up and get dressed. We're going to the hospital. Your brother woke up," came the voice of Cat's father through the door.
"He did?" Cat sat up a little straighter. "Well, what happened; is he okay?"
"Just hurry up and get ready. I'll be waiting." Then they heard his footsteps walking away. He seemed to have backed off significantly since last night. Sam's little episode had probably scared him out of it.
Cat climbed out of bed and went searching for her clothes. "We should go. He's not usually very patient."
Sam dragged herself out of bed and stretched. "Let's wake up like that more often."
"Definitely," Cat agreed, giggling. She kissed her again, tasting herself on her lips.