18. Cat
18
CAT
He kissed me, hard, and my brain short-circuited.
Moments ago, he was mad at me, and now he was kissing me. I couldn’t believe I’d just told him all of my secret thoughts. I was so embarrassed. But once he kissed me, those thoughts flew away, and all my focus went to how good of a kisser he was.
The hairs on his face scratched against my mouth as he kissed me. I put my hands on his chest and moved them up into his hair. It was so soft as I ran my hands through it, but it was hard to focus on his hair because his kiss made me dizzy. Even my breasts started to throb and ached for his touch.
As though he could read my mind, his hands started to roam from my neck to my shoulders, down to my hips, and then under my shirt. The heat from his hands felt like it was burning my skin, and his hands trailed up my sides. As he lightly stroked the sides of my breasts, I moaned loudly. Our mouths finally detached, just as he slipped my shirt over my head.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel his skin and see the rest of his body. I wanted to know what he felt like inside me. I also knew I had to stop him so we could talk first.
“Vince, wait.” I tried to stop him. I grabbed his wrists with my hands.
“Is this when you try to take over since you like control so much?” he teased me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
“No,” I snapped then took a breath to calm down. “ I just…well…it’s not the control, per se… It’s that I just like to know what’s going to happen,” I sputtered and was about to also convey my inexperience, but he interrupted.
“I can do that,” he said softly as he put his hands on each side of my face. “ First , I’m going to kiss you.”
And he did. My lips felt like they were on fire, and his scent overwhelmed me in such a good way.
“I’m going to keep kissing you, adding my tongue so I can taste you,” he articulated against my lips.
I could taste him too, a little cool and fresh from the breath mint he’d popped into his mouth after dinner, along with the dark tang from the beer he’d had at the pub.
I felt a warming sensation spread through my body, and at the same time, I shivered.
“Cold?” he asked, but I shook my head. “ Good , ‘cause I want to take the rest of your clothes off so I can touch you everywhere. With my hands and my mouth.”
That comment elicited another full-body shiver, but my nerves also ticked up. I needed to tell Vince I’d never done this before. Not to stop him, really, but so that he understood the expectations of me being a novice and could back out if he didn’t want that added pressure.
“Vince,” I interrupted just as he bent down, grabbing me by the back of my legs, and picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, which caused me to squeal.
“Now, I’m taking you to the bed, where I am going to ravish your body and make you come multiple times while you scream my name because, sweetheart, I have been aching to get inside of you for a while, and I might die if I can’t taste you in the next five minutes.”
The area between my legs flooded with tingles, warmth, and wetness, and I was both nervous and excited about what he’d just laid out. I knew I needed to tell him, but just as I opened my mouth, his lips crushed onto mine and he was kissing me again.
How he could kiss, walk, and carry me at the same time was a mystery. I could barely remember to breathe when he kissed me, let alone do anything else.
Our mouths finally detached, and I gulped in a deep breath before he could take my breath away again. He leaned over me, looking down with so much heat and desire in his eyes it made me feel wanted and flustered at the same time.
“Vince,” I said, my voice croaking.
“God, you are so damn beautiful,” he announced, running his hands up my sides and then over my bra, his fingers drifting across the delicate lace.
His touch was so soft, it was torture as he stroked over my rock-hard nipples. He made me feel beautiful and treasured. I could feel goosebumps form all over my body at his touch.
His voice was lower and full of need when he growled, “ I need to taste you.”
He looked at me as he slowly pulled my jeans off. My body tingled with excitement, but I tried to focus so I could inform him how inexperienced I was. Because if that was a turn-off for him, then I needed to stop him now. I didn’t think I could handle it if he rejected me after we were naked and in the same space together.
“Vince, I need...” I again tried to tell him as his hand slid my underwear over to the side and his finger brushed a very sensitive spot. My breath hitched, and the words paused in my mouth.
“I know what you need, baby. Just relax. I'm going to make you feel so good... with… just," each word was punctuated with a kiss down my abdomen, slipping lower and lower, “my... fingers... and… mouth."
Then, his mouth was directly over my most sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips lunged off the mattress as I gasped at the sensation. He didn’t say anything or detach from me but simply placed his hand on my lower stomach and pushed me back down onto the bed. His mouth and tongue worked in tandem as desire coursed through my body. I had never felt like this before, never felt this amazing.
Oh sure, I’d had an orgasm before. I’d given myself more than a few over the years, but never from a man’s mouth on me. Well , never from a man’s anything, truthfully, and I could already feel this would be way better than any orgasm I had ever given myself. The telltale signs of my orgasm building were there, but it felt different. I heard noises leave my mouth, but they were more like incoherent words and mumbles.
“Vince… I …please,” I murmured unintelligibly.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let go,” he commanded, his mouth still on me as he moved his hand up to cover my breast. His thumb rubbed over my nipple, and I detonated.
I moaned loudly, and my hips bucked up automatically like a reflex. His mouth stayed on me as he rode the wave with me.
After it was over, I sat there panting with my eyes closed, just letting the bliss course through me. He moved back up to be face to face with me.
“You taste so damn good everywhere.” His voice rumbled low in my vicinity. “ You’re my own personal Kit - Cat .”
I opened my eyes, and he was staring right at me, smiling. It was contagious, so I smiled back at him.
He leaned down and kissed my nose softly, then my lips, then my neck and shoulders, just soft sweet kisses. His mouth came over to my ear, kissed it gently, and then he whispered to me, “ I want to be inside you, Cat . Feel you clench around my cock while I make you come again.”
Those words made my brain short-circuit again.
Just the thought of him doing those things to me caused a slight moan to escape my mouth. I just came, and already I was excited to do this again.
He leaned back up, reached over into his pants, and pulled out a wrapper from his wallet. I may not have had a lot of experience, but I knew what that was. A condom. That snapped me back into reality, and I realized I hadn’t told him yet. But my brain was still not firing on all cylinders from my recent orgasm, which could be the only reason why I blurted it out so awkwardly.
“I’m a virgin!” I sputtered quickly and slightly louder than it needed to be said. My mouth and eyes closed quickly as I cringed that I just threw that out there so bluntly. I didn’t hear anything, so I chanced opening one eye.
Vince, who had been looking down at the nightstand where he had tossed the wrapper, now turned his head in my direction. The rest of his body was frozen. His eyes were straight on mine, though he didn’t say a word.
Now, fully uncomfortable under his stare, I just started sharing my thoughts—or oversharing, more likely.
“I…uh…wanted you to know I don’t have a lot of umm…experience and…just in case you didn’t want to have to deal with that, I uh…wanted you to know so that you could decide if you umm...don’t want to anymore,” I babbled, but he just kept staring at me.
His face was completely unreadable, at least to me. So , like a totally inexperienced dork, I kept talking.
“Vince, I’m sorry. I should have told you earlier. I …” I started to say before he moved his body back over the top of mine and put his right thumb on my lips and the rest of his fingers gently on my jaw.
“Cat, stop talking for a sec, please,” he said. His voice seemed strained and terrible thoughts of him trying to figure out how he was going to end this started racing through my mind. I felt my eyes begin to well up as the rejection neared in my future.
“First, your sister mentioned a while back that neither of you had much dating experience because of WITSEC , so I already assumed you didn’t have much sexual experience either.”
His face dipped closer to mine, his eyes very focused on me. “ Second , babe, and I need you to listen. You seem to think this is some type of deterrent to me, you not having experience, when that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“But you stopped and just stared at me. I just thought…” I started, but he cut me off.
“Kit- Cat , knowing no other man has been inside you before...” He paused, briefly closing his eyes, and then spoke again, “ Just hearing you say that made me have to fight my dick getting even harder than it was, which at that point was impossible. I stopped because I needed a minute to calm myself down, so this didn’t end the instant I buried myself inside you.”
Oh. Okay , then.
“I figured since I hadn’t done this before and didn’t know what to do, it would be more work for you and you might not want that,” I said, trying to explain my reasoning to him, but he just smiled at me. “ Sex is supposed to be enjoyable, Vince , not a burden because you have to work twice as hard since I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Baby, half the fun of sex is feeling each other out and finding what the other person likes. The easiest way to find out what someone likes is by exploring. Trust me, I’m going to enjoy every minute of finding out what you like. What feels good for you? That is not a burden. And I’ll say again. Knowing I’m the only one… Fuck , baby—that is such a turn-on.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief. Vince was hovered over me,propped up on one hand, staring intently at me. He leaned closer, stroking my cheek with his other hand but the intensity of his eyes never faltered.
“You mean something to me, Cat . I think even years ago when we were simply writing each other letters, you meant something to me. We just didn’t know it yet,” he continued. “ I’m glad you told me so I can make this more enjoyable for you. Knowing you didn’t give that to any other guy, but you’re willing to give it to me makes me feel unbelievably honored.”
He kissed me softly then added his tongue, and the kiss heated up quickly. I wrapped my arms around him, and he deepened the kiss.
“You sure you want to do this?” he prompted me.
I knew if I told him no, he would stop, and that made me feel even stronger about my decision to give this to Vince . Even back in high school, when I dated guys then, nobody appealed to me enough to want to give myself to them fully like I wanted to with Vince .
“Absolutely,” I said and smiled up at him.
“I’ll go slow, work you up to it, but you tell me if something doesn’t feel good and we stop, okay?” he demanded, and I just nodded, which clearly wasn’t good enough. “ Need the words, babe. In order for this to work, you gotta tell me what feels good and what doesn’t.”
“Okay, V ,” I barely whispered, and he smiled back.
He stroked up and down my arms with his strong hands as his gaze scanned my entire body. He looked at me like he’d just opened a present and he couldn’t wait to play with it. I loved that I made him feel that way.
He leaned back, put the condom on, and told me to slide back farther onto the bed. Then his body was coming down on top of me.
“Wrap your legs around my lower back, sweetheart,” he directed, and I complied.
He leaned down and kissed me as his left forearm supported him beside my head, and he ran his right hand up and down my body with soft touches. I felt him close in on the space between my legs, and both nervousness and excitement took hold of me. He broke the kiss, and my gaze drifted to where we were about to connect. I finally got a good look at him, and he seemed big. Really big. Granted , I didn’t have any real-life experience, but I did know that my fingers and vibrator were much smaller than what was right in front of me.
“Look at me, Kit - Cat ,” he instructed softly to me.
I heard him, but I just swallowed loudly in response.
“We’ll take it slow, babe. But trust me, it will fit.” He seemed to have the confidence that I did not. I trusted him, though, so I looked up at him.
He started moving, his dick rubbing against my entrance, spreading my wetness all over, and I wanted more. It felt good, but my body craved extra.
Then, he paused and started sliding inside me, slowly. I felt everything stretch to the extreme. I gasped at the uncomfortable pressure. His hand moved down to stroke my clit, and instantly any uncomfortableness was overtaken by pleasure racing through my body.
He kept pushing in, and I had never felt so full, but this was a good full. I was breathing heavier, but my eyes were still on him. His whole body stopped, but I wanted him to keep moving.
“God, you’re so tight,” he said, and his voice was strained. He breathed heavily too, but looked down at me with concern. “ You doing okay?”
This man. He was everything I never knew I needed.
“Yes, keep going,” I pleaded with him because his remaining still was not working for me. I needed him to move.
“Need a minute, babe, so this doesn’t end too soon.”
I scanned his chest to look over his gorgeous body in front of me. I ran my hands softly over his arms, shoulders, and chest, and then I saw it. The cat tattoo. The one he got because I told him it would protect him. I placed my hand over it with just a finger’s touch and looked up at his eyes. He’d marked his body without even knowing me, just because I told him my silly drawing would protect him. This man meant everything to me, and he didn’t even know it.
“Vince…” My voice sounded hoarse.
“I know, baby,” he responded, and I knew he got what I was feeling. The intensity. The meaning. Even for someone with as little experience as me, this wasn’t just sex. It was deeper, and we both knew it.
He moved his hand to my sensitive spot and caressed it, rubbing it in circles. My head rolled back, and I moaned as he stroked me with a little more pressure. I felt myself on the brink of another orgasm as he pushed his cock even deeper inside me.
“Come for me, Kit - Cat . Give it to me,” he commanded in my ear, and I lost it.
I came. Hard . This one was longer and coursed through my whole body, filling me with a euphoric sensation I would never forget. In my periphery, I saw Vince lean down over me and heard him groan my name. I loved hearing him say my name like that. His long, deep thrusts were now short, quick spasms. Then he collapsed on top of me. His full weight pinned me down, and despite him being heavy, I loved the feel of his body over mine.
Who would have thought all those years ago, when I first wrote to him that my pen pal would end up being my first? It was a long wait, but it was worth it.