Once again I must thank jacuzzigal for her excellent editing skills and the time she gave me. Thank you Jazzy!
Sweet silence pervaded the ride home. John held Cate's hand in his as they rode home. They were both heady with emotion and lust for one another. She drew his hand to her mouth and kissed it. His soft smile made her excitement grow. The want in each of them was palpable. Her mind was full of thoughts about how he brought more and more desire from her. How easily he drew out her wantonness.
No words were needed they didn't want to talk, just feel. So much had happened at the restaurant, so much revealed that words would only get in the way. His hand moved to caress her cheek and her head tilted into his hand. Each movement was like a symphony in motion and the conductor was love and want. The road held almost no interest to them. It was the destination this time. The destination was like their claim on nirvana.
He pulled into the driveway and leaned over to kiss her lightly before alighting from the car. She watched him, knowing his moves well and when he opened the door with his hand extended, she shifted and stepped out to his waiting embrace. They walked towards the door hand in hand. The world seemed in slow motion or maybe non-existent to them. He looked at her with gentleness in his eyes; she amazed him. She wanted to amaze him always.
Just before they reached the front steps she felt it – again. She looked at him shaking her head and then laughed when he waved that small remote at her. He pulled her to him hard. He held her hand behind her back and kissed her hard, deep, full of lust, want and control.
Catching their breath they stood looking at each other a moment before taking the last few steps to the door. He inserted the key and escorted her through. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her handbag on the table with the keys he had just placed in the tray.
"What an incredible night it has been John, thank you... for everything." Her words were said in a long sweet sigh. She was overwhelmed many times with the way he loved her. She loved him in a way she'd never known. She reached out her hand to him and when he took it she quickly moved to hold his behind his back and then kissed him hard, trying to mimic his actions a moment ago. He let her toy with him knowing there was no way she could garner physical strength over him. The kiss was broken from her laughter instead of passion. He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose.
"You're cute," he tried to say it without laughing but couldn't. She didn't even try not to laugh.
"Last one up has to ..." she couldn't finish her sentence through her giggling. She bounded up the stairs to the bedroom. John wasn't far behind. Before she could get to the changing room he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard. She matched his intensity with her lips and by gripping him tighter.
Cate pressed as hard against him as he covered her body. Their kiss became something more than a kiss and more an outward sign of a pure and deep hunger. Their mouths were wide open to each other. She wanted to be swallowed up inside him and he wanted to devour her. There was no need for seduction that had ceased hours ago. This moment was about possession.
As he pressed harder his hand moved quickly down her body. He grabbed her skirt up and his hand was on her pussy in a moment. His fingers found what they were looking for. He removed the small silver vibrator. Her wetness did not go unnoticed and he pushed himself harder to her with his hips grinding and his tongue deep in her mouth. He tossed the vibrator on the top of the dresser.
When John broke from her mouth, she saw in his eyes the power he held. It was never misused. The fidelity was true and strong between them. His eyes bore into Cate's like a hunter to his prey but these were lovers, the connection never broken. His hands held her face so lightly it just didn't fit the intensity but they never really conformed. His lips brushed hers like a whisper. He had claimed her months before but tonight he would possess her more fully. Each discovery meant a deeper bond.
He let go of her hand, directing her into the changing room. He turned towards the bathroom. Cate felt so much inside, physically as well as emotionally. It was like two waterfalls merged creating a beautiful lake; it was magical. She hummed softly as she slipped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. Her hands were deliberate as she removed her stockings. She enjoyed the tingles that ran up and down her legs. Each movement added to the stir she felt all over. She removed her blouse and hung it on a hook. Before she reached to unhook her bra she let her fingers lightly trace the curves of her breasts. She took a deep breath in and then exhaled enjoying the changes under her fingers. Once unhooked she let it slip down her arms and into her hands, now empty she caressed the garment.
She looked at the colorful silky items hanging in front of her. John had given most of them to her. She took the hanger with the soft blue chemise and held it up to her. Looking at herself in the mirror she was still amazed she was looking at herself. So much had changed for her. She was momentarily lost in thought, the life she now lived, the love she had in her life, how her life had taken new meaning and dimension. When she heard John in the bedroom and she shook her mind back to the colorful array before her. She put the blue chemise back and without a second thought she reached for the bright cranberry red gown.
It was silky and slipped over her head easily. The pretty lace and silk that held her breasts gave way to a long, slightly flared gown. She looked at herself with wide eyes and noticed she was blushing just a little. She didn't know if she'd ever lose that either but at the moment her cheeks were beginning to match the color of her gown. She brushed her hair out, noticing she was biting her lips and then letting a giggle out. John watched from doorway and smiled. He knew why she was blushing. He also knew she'd never lose that and he loved her more for it.
She gave him so much. He was in awe of her love. The more she showed her heart the more he knew she held the control over him. She just didn't know it. He moved up behind her and lightly touched her shoulders. When she felt his breath on her neck she inhaled quickly and held her breath. "You look incredible." His words were barely a whisper.
She let her breath out and thanked him, although it was difficult to get the simple words out. John took her hand and led her to the bed. He had pulled the covers down and placed a rose on her pillow, it was as bright red as her gown and her cheeks – still! She stood at the edge of the bed and John moved to her, lifting her head upwards and coming down to meet her lips. It started as a tender kiss but she felt so much want inside she couldn't contain it. Cate's arms grabbed his and pulled him down, she wanted him to smother her with his body. It aroused in her a feeling of safety and surety. That safety gave her courage to give herself to him in every way.
His lips began to roam just as his hands were. She followed suit and slowly let her fingers run down his spine. She felt his reaction and smiled with a touch of a grin. When her hands found the waistband to his boxers her hands slipped inside as if gliding. She cupped his tush and squeezed and let out a giggle. She felt John smile against her neck and he gave her a little nibble. He reached for one of her arms and pinned it down over her head and then did the same with the other.
"Well that's no fun, John. I was enjoying myself you know." She smiled up at him and he grinned at her. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth and she welcomed him eagerly. He shifted one hand to hold both of hers down. He slid the back of his free hand down her neck and over her heaving breast. He lingered there. He enjoyed seeing the result of his touch. When he made his way to her hip he found the slit of her gown, his hand moved tantalizingly slow and Cate squirmed towards his hand.
"Hmmm, in some kind of hurry darling? If you want this can be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing." His hand moved right to her womanhood and his fingers enjoyed the moist folds. "Something like this? Is that what you want?" His finger slipped inside her so quickly and so deep that she thrust upwards and moaned. He smiled, grinned really.
"You're doing fine my love, just fi-" Before she could get the words out he was stroking her to her first orgasm. His eyes trained on her face. Her grunts and thrusts matched the rhythm of his fingers. Cate's breath was ragged and then held as he sent her over the falls of pleasure.
