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BOOK TWO - PART THREE - CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
Sam went back into her bedroom, closed the door, and made her way over to the bed.
Cat was worried and had been waiting up on her, but she didn't want her to know it—so she laid curled up on her side, breathing steadily and pretending to be asleep. She cracked one eye open and watched as Sam shed all of her clothes in the dark. Then she felt the bed sink down on one side when Sam climbed in, and she tried not to move.
For a while, Sam just laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Cat was waiting for her to fall asleep when she eventually heard, "Cat?"
Cat internally panicked, thinking she'd been caught. She closed her eyes again, then remained motionless and didn't respond.
"Hey, Cat?" Sam said a bit louder. "Are you awake?" She waited a few seconds, then repeated, "Cat?" Cat was lying on her side, facing her. She peeked at her. Sam actually seemed relieved. There was a strange look on her face, and she was chewing her lip, as if contemplating something. Finally, she reached over and opened the nightstand's top drawer. Cat could feel her face growing warm because she knew Sam only kept one thing in that drawer. Sure enough, she pulled out her vibrator and laid back comfortably on the bed.
Sam's eyes were closed now, so Cat let herself watch more openly. This was an increasingly common occurrence; her watching Sam masturbate without her knowledge. It was becoming a major turn-on, even though it always made her feel incredibly guilty afterwards. First, Sam put the vibrator down and pulled the covers up to her neck. She spent a few minutes running her hands up and down her body, breathing deeply, spreading her legs and getting increasingly worked up. Cat couldn't see exactly what Sam was doing under the covers, but she could see her face, and that was enough. She continued touching herself for a while, before stopping abruptly and grabbing her vibrator. After turning it on the lowest setting, she ran it up her front, between her breasts, then around her right nipple. She lingered there for a moment before moving it down between her legs. The buzzing sound was mostly muffled by the blankets. She leaned back and bit her lip.
Cat's lower stomach felt tight. Watching this was making her very wet, very quickly. She forced herself to even out her breathing so Sam wouldn't suspect anything, but it was extremely difficult not to squirm.
Sam seemed too preoccupied to notice. She held the vibrator with her left hand while the other one was palming her right breast. Every once in a while, she would pinch her nipple or roll her hips forward, gradually losing control as her breathing grew faster and heavier. As she became more aroused, she began whispering to herself—dirty talking, Cat realized for the first time. She had noticed Sam doing this more than once before and tried really hard to hear what she was saying. She could only make out every other word at first, but she was certain that she heard her name a few times.
Sam got a little louder as she lost control, and Cat heard "bend you over and fuck your ass." She blushed deeply, feeling dirty and horny. She'd had no idea that Sam had been wanting to try that with her. When Sam said "spread your cheeks and rim your tight little butthole," Cat had to bite her tongue to hold back a moan. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to relieve the pressure. She wished Sam had actually tried talking dirty in bed with her before—it was extremely exciting to hear. She admittedly didn't know what rimming was, but it didn't really matter. She'd let her do it. She'd let her do anything. It took every last bit of willpower for her not to wake up and catch her.
Still indistinctly mumbling to herself, Sam turned the vibrator up a notch. Her body was trembling and her breath was coming in intermittent gasps. "Oh fuck," Sam said suddenly, very quietly. She was close—she always got that look when she was close, with her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed; her jaw clenched tightly. Her breathing gradually got faster and faster, and finally she came hard, lifting her hips off of the bed and giving out a quiet, strangled grunt. As her thighs closed around the vibrator, she shook slightly, riding it out. Cat nearly came too just from watching. Sam drew it out for nearly a full minute before collapsing on her back in the bed and clicking the vibrator off. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath, and her eyes were still closed.
Cat was so wet that the insides of her thighs were stuck together, but all she really wanted to do right now was hold her. She remained motionless as Sam eventually rolled onto her side to go to sleep. Then, moving slowly so as not to startle her, Cat scooted up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and spooning her. Her skin was slightly sticky with sweat, and she smelled like sex. Cat's mouth was watering.
"Mmmm…" Sam hummed in contentment, "Love you…"
Cat smiled ridiculously in the dark. "Love you too, Sam."
Sam cracked an eye open and glanced back at her. "Enjoy the show?"
Cat froze, wide-eyed.
"You're a little bit of a voyeur, huh?" Sam chuckled. "Didn't I tell you last time to ask for permission to watch when I do that?"
Cat was embarrassed and felt just as guilty as the other times. "I'm sorry, I just… I was worried, so I pretended to be asleep. I didn't expect you to start doing that stuff. You knew I was watching?"
"You started breathing heavy when I got close," Sam told her, slightly amused. "You really should've asked me; I'd have let you watch with the covers off."
"Really?" Cat asked. "You're not mad that I'm always peeping on you?"
Sam shrugged. "It's kinda hot. As long as you don't cross a line, it doesn't bother me." She grabbed Cat's arm and wrapped it around herself. "Now shut up and hold me; it's late and I wanna sleep."
Cat giggled, more than happy to oblige as she curled into Sam's back. "Better?"
"Mm-hmm." Sam's body relaxed. "Cat…"
"Yes?"
"Can you… I just… I want it to always feel like this."
Cat smiled and hummed, "Me too." She kissed the back of her shoulder. "Goodnight."
END OF BOOK TWO - PART THREE