I live for the moment I hear that catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each tender touch, and caress of her sensitive places, I wait for those three words she will not say..., yet.
Catherine Chapter 7
The Morning After
Was it her moving in her sleep?
Opening my eyes to see Catherine laying on her stomach, with her head turned away from me, an maybe more beautiful laying there asleep, then I would have thought possible!
So it wasn't a dream! Because here she is, laying next to me, my arm draped across her waist! With the realization that my life will never be the same!
Catherine, without a doubt, the most incredible woman I've ever known. On the way I felt before sleep over took me last night, is even more true this morning, then it was last night. I want her, I need her -- this woman in my life!
Lifting my arm from this beautiful dream an rolling away to the edge of the bed, where I carefully ease myself up and off, trying not to wake her.
An standing beside the bed now, looking back at this beautiful naked woman, her body slightly angled across the bed -- her left arm on top of her pillow, bent at the elbow, almost like she's waving to it. Her long beautiful left leg completely uncovered. Her right leg only partially covered by some of the bed sheet that covered both us last night -- a heart stopping vision, naked from head to toe. All of it coupled with her honey blond hair splayed out over her pillow, making all of this, an artist vision of naked loveliness!
But instead going straight to the bathroom, where I desperately need to be, I've stayed here admiring this gorgeous woman with her toned body and her perfect womanly ass. Where I hope she forgives me for the way I treated it -- those playful smacks to those luscious cheeks. I wasn't to rough with that I hope?
But, I didn't hear any complaints. Only lots of laughing, girlish squealing, chirps, and cries -- her loving all our rough play! Where it seemed the more I man handled her, the more passionate, and excited she became. So I guess she wasn't kidding when she said, "I like a little rough sex."
Now the thought, should I get my cell phone and take a picture of this beautiful woman the way she is right now? Then again, I think not. That would be violating her trust, and I would never do that to her.
So its forcing myself to turn away from this vision, an moving around in the dim light, hoping I won't trip over something in the process as I'm looking for, and wondering where in the hell my jeans are?
When its remembering, I was at the sliding doors to the balcony looking at snow that was still piling up outside. That's where Catherine worked them off me at the same time I was talking to Banjo about moving my truck.
Leaving the bathroom, and closing the bedroom door behind me -- leaving it unlatched. Then finding my jeans to put them on before it's over to the balcony doors to see about four inches of wet snow piled up on everything. But thankfully, what's snowing now is much lighter than it was last night -- reminding me, I hope Banjo got my truck back to my house. Then it's into the kitchen to start the coffee maker brewing what I so desperately need at this time of the morning.
But as I'm waiting for the coffee to brew, its back to the balcony doors, looking out at the still falling snow, as last night, and everything else that's happened over the past twenty-four hours, plays back in my mind.
Where I'm totally amazed at that women laying in there on the bed. My God, what she had me doing, and how she has me feeling.
But in no way could I imagine it now, that as our time together goes on, I'll repeat these words, "I could never love her any more than I do right now." Only to repeat them again, and again, those same words with each and every time she does something to enthrall and amaze me. Which will turn out to be many times, over many things, and many hurdles.
But it's the beeping of the coffee maker that brings me back from my muse. So returning to the kitchen to get some of that hot, black, liquid, morning nectar of the gods. Along with that, its wondering if her sister has some of that no-cal sweetener laying around. Remembering Catherine telling the counter man in the coffee shop, she wanted some of those packets for the coffee she ordered.
But not wanting to make a lot of noise trying to find some, I've spooned two teaspoons of sugar into her cup with the same for me. Then adding in some of the left over milk from what we didn't use with our cereal last night, to add it in with her coffee.
Then taking that first long sip from my cup, instantly followed by a long satisfying sigh -- Oh Yes! This coffee maker does a great job! It's no wonder they're so expensive.
Now carefully carrying both cups back to the bedroom, where I ease the door open with my toe, an taking both cups to the night stand where I plan to set them down. But as I do is when I accidentally bump the wine glasses left sitting there, causing them to noisily clink together.
"Is that coffee I smell?" It's Catherine.
An with that she turns over onto her back -- stretching her arms up over her head -- her breast lifted with that. Then out in front of her -- squeezing them between her out stretched arms.
Where even waking from her sleep, I'm heart struck with how beautiful she is. An even more so, by how relaxed she is in her nakedness with me standing beside the bed watching her every move.
But she was like that last night in the kitchen. So why would she be any different this morning -- just my thought, looking a this gorgeous sight of her laying there like she is.
An now as I'm about to hand her the coffee cup -- it's when I can't resist leaning over to kiss her. "Bobby, don't kiss me." She says. "I know I have morning mouth."
"Catherine, I don't care what you have!" Just before I touch my mouth to hers, an the feel of her hand behind my head adding meaning to her returning the kiss.
"You know Catherine, I bet the rest of you taste just as delicious!" Breaking the kiss. "So maybe I should kiss your other lips too."
"Oh..., you are such a pig!" She calls me, her hand on my shoulder holding me away.
"No Catherine. There's nothing more sensual, and sexy as the scent of womans' pussy in the morning after shes' had sex the night before -- I know!"
"Did I say you were a pig." She tells me again.
"But thank you, and good morning." She says, tapping my chin with her finger. "Maybe another time, but not this morning -- I may have other ideas in mind." She says.
Sitting up and propping the pillows behind her where I hand her the coffee cup. An taking a short sip, then a much longer one, is followed by, "Oh..., thank you!" she says, looking up at me. "This is delicious!" Shes says, reflected in her smile too.
So now with me sitting on the edge of the bed, where we've been quietly sipping our coffee, an where I've been thinking, an maybe too, what is she thinking -- about what happens next?
When its, "Bob, what time is it?" She ask, breaking into my thoughts. Gets both of us looking over to the night stand to see five o'clock showing in the digital clocks' display.
"Yes Catherine, and it's still snowing too."
"Bobby...," As she turns back to me. "Would you get my purse from that chair?" She ask, pointing to the one where her purse is laying on the seat.
