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 20
Confessions -- Neil And James
It's the buzzing I hear that has my eyes opening, and not the buzzing of a cell phone on quiet mode either, it's my watch lying on the night stand behind me -- my back-up to my alarm clock I failed to set less than three hours ago.
Rolling away from the warm sensuous body my arm and leg are draped over so can I reach the buzzing watch silencing it. Instantly replaced by the groan in the throat of that sensuous woman I was so peacefully wrapped around just moments ago.
"Please..., tell me it's not that time again," her words muffled by the pillow she has her face pressed into.
Moving back into her, my right hand brushing her tangled hair from the back of her neck, where I lovingly nuzzle and kiss her there, has her reaching back, taking the hand that brushed her hair aside to pull it around and covers her mouth with a kiss to it. Is followed by the words I've waited to hear, " I love you," she says into the palm of that hand -- the feel of her lips saying the words as much as I hear how soft she says them. The knot in my stomach growing to the point it's about to explode out of it. An that lump in my throat about to choke off my breathing as I rub my face against the back of her head acknowledging what I heard and felt with my hand.
Now and very reluctantly, start to roll away from her, only to be stopped by her tightly holding my hand, "Where are you going," she's asking.
"To the kitchen Catherine," replying. "In your rush to get me back here in bed, I didn't get to reset the coffee maker. So now it's fucking you again; then coffee. Or coffee, then fucking you, my hand she was holding now cupping her breast with a gentle squeeze and a firm pinch to its nipple, to her smack to my hand, to her, "Go fix the damn coffee," she says, I have to pee, to her scooting away, bouncing out of bed, to the gorgeous sight of her ass and hips swaying with her hurrying into the bathroom.
The coffee Swaggart, and now, pee after it starts perking, the words in my head as I'm walking naked down the hall, noticing how many lights were left on in her rush to get us back to the bedroom. In the kitchen too, the bottles and glasses that held the liquid courage, the empty coffee cups too. But it's the coffee pot needing my attention first as I go about the routine of setting it up and turning it on.
Now my attention going back to the island, the vodka bottle more empty then it was when I retrieved it from the liquor cabinet. Three empty bitter lemon bottles, along with a partially empty one. Her two drinks..., or was it one? My two drinks..., or was it three?
Cleaning everything up, emptying what needed to be empty, tossing away what needs to be tossed into the small trash can under the sink, the liquid courage back to the liquor cabinet, the coffee maker beeping signaling its accomplished what it was meant to be doing. The rinsed out coffee cups, dried and ready for the cream and sugar to be covered by, and mixed with, the dark brown liquid nectar of the Gods; DAMN..., how I need this! As I take two long sips from the cup held in both hands now.
"Is it ready?" I hear as Catherine comes through the archway into the kitchen. Her shirt she had on last night streaming open exposing her gorgeous naked body, her hair still messed all to hell; could she be more beautiful than she is at this moment as I'm handing her the coffee cup I already had waiting for her.
"Oh, My, God," I hear, as she takes the same two long sips from the mug as I did with mine.
Setting her coffee mug on the counter beside me, then taking the one from my hand to set it beside hers, she steps into me with her arms up and around my neck, where she's up on her tip toes, smashing her mouth hard onto mine. My arms already circling inside her shirt around her, warm, sensuous, cock teasing body, as my mouth is smashing back onto hers just as hard as hers is to mine.
My God..., what a way to start the day!
Releasing each other, almost simultaneously reaching for our respective coffee cups, it's two more quick sips each, but hers are followed with, "I don't know which I love more at this moment, the coffee, or you," she says.
"Well thank you for including me with the coffee, even if I was secondary."
"Swaggart..., I have said you're a shit," she comes back at me.
"I've heard you say that Catherine, a time or two."
She laughs, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Bobby, can I ask you something," she says.
"Of course Catherine," my reply, thinking it's going to be something about what she told me last night.
"Would you mind if I stay here awhile after you leave for school, I promise I won't snoop." she telling me, is not what I expected for sure.
"Catherine, I don't think you'll find much of interest, or skeletons in the closets. Oh, except in the Sally's closet where you left some of your things the last time you stayed over. There's a plastic sandwich bag laying on them, where you might get a kick out of -- but wait till I leave first. OH, and in the drawer of my bedside night stand are some condoms and a bottle of lube; I did tell you about Jennifer, the wife of the married couple Sally and I were real friendly with. Who loves to have her hands restrained while having anal sex; that beautiful curvy, red head, sexy bitch!
"SWAGGART! Have I called you a pig this morning!" She ask.
"I think you just did Catherine," has both of us laughing as she playfully smacks at my shoulder. "I think I might want to meet that woman sometime," she says along with it.
"That could be arranged. I believe; she likes girls too. You should have seen her going down on Sally; made her squeal and twist, humping her pussy back into Jennifer's face, Sally's legs trembling in the air."
"YOU.., are a certifiable PIG Swaggart!" She calls me this time. Stepping into me, her arm around my neck to pull my head down to meet her hard kiss.
"How about we take care of our bathroom business, then a shower, and some toast and more coffee too," asking her.
"Bobby..., I also have some things I need to tell you that we didn't get to last night," she says, as I'm setting my coffee cup back down on the counter top.
"Is it more about..."
"Yes it is," she interrupts.
The sleeping elephant in the room opens one eye.
