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By the time Asher and Carrie gathered up their stuff and left, I was happy with the security coverage Asher arranged, and Carrie’s PR crisis plan. James took care of the animals, and I went to find Catie.
She wasn’t in the office, and after a quick walk through the downstairs, I raced toward my bedroom. That’s where I found her in my bed, facing away from the door, with the covers over her head.
As quietly as I could, I shucked my boots, jeans, and shirt, then crawled in behind her. When I wrapped my arm around her waist, she snuggled back against my chest, heaved a sigh, and then went back to sleep.
And as I held her close, and as sleep overtook me, I vowed to myself, and to her, I’d keep her safe.
* * *
Birds chirping in the tree outside the window woke me. The birds and Catie’s rumbling tummy. I rolled tighter to her back and chuckled into her messy hair.
She yawned, and slapped a hand over mine where it covered her belly.
“Don’t know what was more effective in waking me this morning, Red. The birds singing the sun up, or this monster in my bed. Can’t say as I’ve ever heard a belly growl quite so…ferociously.” I laughed when she pinched the back of my wrist.
“Do you suppose there’s any of that peach cobbler left?” she asked.
“There is.”
“And maybe some of that pimento mac and cheese? Ooh, or the bacon cheddar grits? I should have eaten something last night.” She sighed and rustled her legs under the covers, nudging her butt against my groin. Her movements didn’t do anything to hide the next low grumble from her stomach, and definitely didn’t do a damn thing to squash the monster waking up inside my boxer-briefs.
She heaved another huge sigh, and her shoulders tightened against my chest. A little distraction was in order. I kissed the curve where her neck met her shoulder, then nipped. The sigh she released next was filled with something other than frustration.
But her belly rumbled again as she rolled toward me. I shifted to my back and draped her across my chest. “Red, how ’bout we get you fed, so you’ll have some energy for what I really want to feed you.”
She did not help my situation when she lowered her palm to my cock and gave me a squeeze. I swear I gave a squeak like a little girl as I reached for her wrist, hoping she’d show some mercy.
She glanced up my chest and winked. “Semen is a great source of protein.” She lowered her hand to cup my balls.
I was a goner.
When she clambered to her knees, the sheet falling to her hips, I held my breath.
When her fingers dipped past my waistband, I lifted my hips and helped her shove the boxer-briefs down my thighs and past my ankles. I kicked them away, then hissed in a breath when she pumped my erection.
The first touch of her lips made me moan, followed by a groan as she circled her tongue around the crown. She licked my slit and I saw stars.
She straddled one of my thighs, and rubbed her pussy on the muscle, keeping one hand on my nut sack, the other firmly wrapped around the base of my dick. Each bob of her head was accompanied by a squeeze of my nuts and a rock of her pelvis. Each time she drew her mouth upward, her hand followed, pumping my meat, heightening my need. There was a fire burning in my body that I wanted to quench with her sweet juices.
But God in heaven, when she pulled her mouth off me, whipped off her sleep shirt and shorts, and then sandwiched her luscious tits around my cock, I shouted her name, my voice hoarse and needy.
When she swiped the spill of pre-cum from my seeping dick, then smeared it in a line between her breasts, I lost control.
My leg wrapped around her hips, my arm around her back, and I twisted so damn fast she grunted as her back hit the mattress. Biceps strained as I held my body above hers and nestled down between her thighs. My crown was centered on her pussy, nudging into that sweet heat, when I stilled. Breath was sawing in and out of my lungs like I’d just finished a marathon, three-hour concert performance, and I had to clench my abs to keep from thrusting home inside her.
Her fingers flexed on my ass. “What are you waiting for?” she panted.
“Condom.” I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a pouch.
When I went to my knees and rested my ass on my haunches, she took the latex from me and sat up, her thighs draped over mine, wide open so I could see the moisture seeping out of her. I shuddered as she rolled the condom into place, then pulled herself onto my lap. Her knees hit the bed and I found myself perfectly placed to join our bodies.
Catie shifted until her feet were flat on the pillowtop, and then took one of my hands and together we clutched my cock and guided me home. Sweet God above, she was so tight, so perfect surrounding me.
“Oh God, you are so deep.” She rested her forehead on my shoulder. Bracing one hand on her foot, I pumped my pelvis, going farther, then lifted my hips twice, like a damn male stripper.
That was all it took for Catie to lose control. She bounced on my dick, faster and faster, her breath sweet and moaning in my ear. The friction of her peaked nipples dragging over the skin of my chest with each movement rocked me hard. I groaned and arched into her, matching her rhythm, moving together in a synchronized dance.
I knew when she was ready. Her pussy clenched and rolled and she flexed her pubic bone on mine. I slipped my free hand between our bodies and fingered her clit.
