Kitchen Boss

I alternate between sucking on her neck and licking her ear as I strum her. The music she makes goes straight to my cock and makes it swell again, poking her lower back. Then I fix my lips on Cathy’s neck as I move my fingers faster. Her knees shake. Her cries grow louder.

Cathy gives a particularly loud one as she comes undone. She thrashes against me, her head nearly colliding with mine. Her nails dig into my skin.

After she grows still, I wrap my arms around her to keep her from falling. I rest my cheek against hers as I wait for her to catch her breath.

“You’re hard again,” Cathy finally speaks.

“Think we can go one more time?” I ask her. “I can stop if you want me to, though.”

At least, I can wait until she finishes her shower. Then I’ll come back in here and jerk myself off.

She turns her head to meet my gaze. “I think I can take it.”

I give her a mischievous grin. “Oh. We’ve become naughty now, have we?”

“It’s all your fault.”

“Very well. I’ll take all the blame. Anything to please you.”

I capture Cathy’s mouth as I slip my hand between her legs once more. I push two fingers inside her and they slide right in.

She’s ready.

And so am I.

I break the kiss, put my hand on her back and push her down gently.

“Spread your legs and place your hands on the mat,” I tell her.

She obeys. “Like this?”

I nod and grip her hips. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

I lower my hips and push my cock inside her slowly. I resist the urge to fill her with one thrust and do it inch by inch instead. I let out a hiss as I feel her silky sheath wrap around me.

Cathy lets out gasps. Other than that, nothing. She doesn’t move, either.

Good. It’s my turn to move.

Finally, I’m completely inside her. I pause to catch my breath.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she answers. “This isn’t very comfortable.”

It’s not the answer I was hoping to hear.

“Why don’t we try this? I’ll lift your hips and you wrap your legs around my thighs.”

“What?”

“Ready? One, two, three.”

I bend my knees and lift Cathy’s hips. She takes her feet off the floor and wraps her legs around my thighs. Then I start with my thrusts. Cathy moans.

“Comfortable?” I ask without stopping.

“Not really,” Cathy answers. “I feel like a vacu – ah!”

She lets out a cry as I thrust deep inside her.

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘wheelbarrow’,” I say between shallow breaths.

“Well… I… don’t… want to… be one.”

So she says, but then she gives out another cry.

I go for a few more thrusts before I lower her legs gently. I pull out of her, grab her arm, and jerk her to her feet.

“Let’s do this instead.”

I turn Cathy around to face me. I kiss her mouth as I grip her hip. My other hand reaches for her thigh.

“Grip my shoulder and lift your leg,” I tell her. “Put your foot on the ledge.”

Cathy obeys. As soon as her leg is up, I place my hand under her thigh and push my cock back inside her.

Cathy lets out a soft moan.

“Better?” I ask her.

She looks into my eyes and nods. “Yes.”

I seal her lips as I jerk my hips anew. She moans into my mouth.

My hand moves from her hip to her ass. This angle isn’t as deep as the one earlier, but I have more control of my movements, and I take full advantage of that as I pour power into my thrusts. My breath starts to come in gasps. The kiss gets sloppy.

Cathy pulls her mouth away and moans against my shoulder. Her silky sheath grips my cock wonderfully. Her body trembles.

I keep thrusting into her. I’m close. Judging from the way Cathy is trembling and the sounds she’s making, she is, too.

I move even faster and Cathy lets out a cry. Her nails dig into my shoulders. A moment later, she tightens around me and I groan as I manage a final thrust. I spill myself inside her as my fingers clutch soft skin.

She puts her leg down on the floor and rests her body against me as she catches her breath. I wrap an arm around her and stay still as I catch mine. I hear Cathy’s heart beating against me, its rhythm in sync with my own.

When it’s slowed down, I grip Cathy’s hips, pull out of her, and wrap my arms around her again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answers. “I’m just starting to feel a little cold.”

Me, too.

“Well, then…”

I go under the showerhead and pull her to my side. The warm water feels good on my skin.

“Shall we continue our shower?”

~

“That’s probably the longest shower I ever took,” Cathy says as she dries her hair with a towel.