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He wanted to take Kati so high, she’d go over the moon when she orgasmed. He wanted to show her who was boss. Rolling her over so he was on top, Andrew withdrew completely and watched her thrashing and raising her pussy for more. He longed to make this a fuck she’d never forget. He’d enticed her this time, but she’d taken over. Then he’d assumed control again, and he wanted her to remember it. He’d needed this break to keep from shooting his wad.
Andrew took her breast in his mouth. Not just the nipple but as much of it as he could and sucked and nibbled.
“Dammit, Andrew. Fuck me. I want your cock back now.”
He suckled the other breast for just a moment before complying. Kati was rolling her head back and forth, mumbling incoherently. He sunk his penis inside her wet, quivering hole. It was an unbelievable feeling to make her want him so badly. “How’s that, baby?”
Rising to pound her pelvis against his was her answer. She was begging silently, and he loved it. He was always the one who did the fucking, but first, he let her ask for it. This time, he hadn’t waited for overtures. He’d claimed her.
Then she took over again. Now he was going crazy trying to regain control. This back-and-forth switching of power was an amazing aphrodisiac. They didn’t need oysters. He and Kati were both in love with fucking. They were two highly sexual beings. Right for each other.
They were both bathed in perspiration, and his cock had begun to throb. Kati was clawing at his bare ass, and the pain was further turning him on. She was half-sobbing, and Andrew couldn’t wait another second for that inevitable rush of orgasm. She was ready and so was he. It was time…
Plunging hard and fast, he fucked Kati until she cried out. Climaxing, her pussy racked his cock with the spasms of her release. Fear that he’d held back too long and wouldn’t be able to come washed over him. But then, he felt the thrust of his semen being drawn forth by her tight hold on his organ. His body shook, and every nerve ending grew raw. The extreme powers of emotion and sensation were both pleasure and pain until released by a glorious orgasm. Shuddering, head thrown back, Andrew uttered a guttural shout.
He’d seduced Kati, and they’d fucked to a new high—for both of them. Things couldn’t get any better.
* * * *
Andrew was quiet during dinner, and Kati feared she might have scared him off with her aggression during sex. Or perhaps angered him. He’d grown forceful, turning the tables on her when she’d been on top. He had initiated the sex, though, and she was happy about that. But did he think she was too butch? Did he feel challenged? Or was he extra turned on? It had been an amazing experience.
“I didn’t know you cooked,” he said as she dished up the hot food.
Luckily, she’d had the presence of mind to turn the oven to the ‘warm’ setting, and dinner still appeared palatable.
Kati didn’t prepare meals except for making herself Sunday breakfast. She’d never made an entire dinner from scratch. The freezer section of her fridge contained pre-packaged entrees. Wondering why she’d dared to invite Andrew for dinner, she’d desperately enlisted Tara’s aid.
Tara had asked the same question but, after throwing up her hands, agreed to help. Together, they’d planned a meal, and Kati had shopped for groceries. While Tara fixed everything else, Kati made her one speciality, a seven layer salad in a clear glass bowl so Andrew could admire her handiwork.
When she set it on the table in front of him, however, he shook his head. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather not fill up on lettuce. I want to save my appetite for the hot dishes.”
Lettuce? Is that all he sees? Or didn’t he even look? Deflated, Kati picked at her food.
“Everything’s great.” Andrew took a second helping of roast pork, potatoes and carrots, and a third of Brussels sprouts. “It’s been a long time since I ate these. Gram always fixed a heaping bowl on Christmas,” he added, tucking into them.
Kati wasn’t crazy about them, but Tara ate a lot of weird things. So did Andrew, apparently. Goose and Brussels sprouts. She shook her head.
“I told Pop you and I were spending Christmas Day together this year, and I wouldn’t be over,” Andrew said. “I was afraid he’d say to bring you along and think I’d come then, but I don’t want to go. Luckily, he just said, ‘I understand’. The way he said it made me think that maybe he really does understand. Thelma and I are always civil, but we don’t exactly click.” Andrew shrugged.
“What would you like to do that day?” Kati asked as she rose to clear the table.
“It doesn’t much matter. Cook a meal together, maybe, if you don’t think I’ll get in your way.”
Kati almost dropped the plat
es she was carrying.
“I’ve never cooked a turkey,” Andrew said, putting their empty wine glasses in the dishwasher. “Let alone a goose.”
This was Kati’s opportunity to confess she’d never baked a turkey or even a chicken. Or pork roast. A tiny wave of guilt wove its way through her mind. But she didn’t want to spoil the marvellous rapport between them.
She turned on the dishwasher. “I suppose the preparation is similar,” she hedged. How am I going to pull this off? Why can’t I just say it? I don’t know beans about cooking, Andrew.
He took her face between his hands. “Thank you for a fantastic dinner.” He kissed her gently.
I’m getting in deeper, but maybe I can learn before Christmas. The admiration in his eyes could turn to love if I make the day unforgettable.
He studied her face. “Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re perspiring. The house is warm from the oven. What do you say we take a stroll and cool you off? Exercise after all I ate will do me good.”
