Chapter 38
The morning sun poured into the room, warm and insistent, stirring Kathy from her tangled dreams. She blinked against the brightness, squinting as she reached out, fingers brushing the cool surface of her phone on the nightstand. 8:00 a.m.—still early, but impossible to sleep any longer with the golden light streaming across the bed. As she attempted to sit up, a dull ache radiated along her spine, a reminder of the wildness she and Max had shared the night before. She pressed her palm to her cheek, feeling the heat of her own blush, and let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh.
Just then, she sensed Anthony stirring beside her. He shifted beneath the covers, his movements gentle yet searching, as if he too was waking from a world half-shared, half-private. Kathy wondered if he remembered everything—or if, like her, the memories were a mosaic of sensation and emotion, vivid and lingering.
Anthony’s voice, quiet and hesitant, broke the silence. “How was last night?” he asked, searching her face for something—comfort, reassurance, maybe even a hint of regret. Kathy hesitated, the question lingering in the golden-lit air between them. A shy smile played at the corner of her lips as fragments of the night flashed behind her eyes.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at him, vulnerability and honesty mingling in her gaze. “Intense,” she murmured, her voice soft but clear. “And unforgettable.” The words hung between them, an offering of truth, equal parts confession and invitation.
Now Kathy knows she can’t lie to Anthony about last night because Max and Anthony same body. Anthony sits up to see the bite and kiss marks all over her body and neck.
“He should have been gentler to you,”
“Don’t get angry with him. I didn’t try to stop him. "Hurry up, let's go take a warm shower and then eat breakfast,"
As Kathy got out of bed, the sheet slipped off her body, revealing the love bite and kiss marks that Anthony had left on her back, and she headed into the bathroom for the shower she'd missed the previous night. Anthony spent a moment on the bed before heading to the shower with her.
“You couldn’t be gentler with her,” said Anthony
"I know, I couldn't stop myself, our mate craves the rough play, I'll be resting; you two can have fun this morning,"
“I don’t think she even wants me anymore after you left her feeling super sore,”
Anthony's desire for morning intimacy was blocked by Max's mental defenses, leaving him unsure if Kathy shared his wishes. He sighed inwardly and went into the bathroom, where he noticed the shower door was open. Anthony shut the door with a soft click, and Kathy turned, her smile instantly lighting up her face.
“Are you upset Anthony?”
“It bothers me that Max is giving you all those marks,"
“I see,”
With a warm gaze, Kathy moved closer and tenderly embraced Anthony's neck. Her lips met his in a kiss, a silent promise of comfort that eased the worry in his eyes. Anthony lets himself melt into the embrace, finding comfort in the closeness. As Kathy guides him backward, careful not to break the connection between them, his legs touch the edge of the shower bench. They settle there together, the mist of warm water swirling around them, the world outside fading away. Here, in the quiet circle of steam and affection, Kathy's tenderness offers Anthony a solace he hadn't realized he was craving. Kathy, smiling, withdrew from his kiss as her hand located his manhood and began to move rhythmically, and Anthony, feeling the pleasure, hardened, delighting her; then, Kathy, savoring the moment, gently licked the tip of his arousal, eliciting a moan before she took him fully into her mouth. Anthony was taken aback by this new side of Kathy when he felt her throat tighten around him while he looked back to see his partner pleasuring him with her mouth. He watched as her head moved rapidly up and down, bringing him closer to climax, but he preferred to release inside her rather than in her mouth. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn't bring herself to stop. She is going at an incredible speed.
“Kathy you should stop I am about to cum in your mouth,”
Kathy ignored him as his hips began moving involuntarily, thrusting his manhood into her mouth until he released his climax, filling her mouth with his orgasm, causing his heart to race and his breath to deepen. As she pulled away, a wet pop echoed, and Kathy went to the shower, turning to find Anthony's face as red as a tomato.
“Are you feeling now?” asked Kathy
Anthony, still breathless and flushed, looked at Kathy with a mix of astonishment and curiosity. “How did you do that? You say you were a virgin,” he asked, wonder tinging his voice as the warm mist curled around them.
"Yes, Anthony, I did see things," Kathy replied, her voice tight.
She walked back to saddle him, kissing him to help him recover from his shock, while he used his hands to rub her breasts as she moaned into his mouth and pushed them into his hand more. While playing with his hard nipple, Kathy senses Anthony's jealousy from the previous night, but she is determined to make it right; she blushes and moans as Anthony starts to lick her nipple. He swiftly lifted her and positioned himself at her entrance before slowly guiding her down onto his firm member. Inside Kathy, Anthony started moving his hips, which caused her to move up and down. As the pleasure built, her body tightened around him, and she responded by moving her hips more urgently.
Anthony gripped her hair, drawing her back to expose her neck as he created a small mark, and as her hips moved closer to climax, he bit into the mark.
“Oh yes, I am about to cum,”
He let go of her hair, rested her head on his shoulder, and then Anthony thrust into her powerfully, and as Anthony felt his climax nearing, Kathy dug her nails into his back, the building pressure intensifying. As Anthony released himself inside her, holding her waist, Kathy's body shook with the aftershocks of her release. With both of them panting, Kathy tilted her head, met Anthony's eyes, and then softly kissed his lips. With shaky legs, Kathy dismounted his hip and entered the water, where Anthony followed suit. Anthony grabbed the cloth and body wash, soaping his body as Kathy did the same with his. With the water off, Kathy opened the door, but as she stepped out of the shower, she slipped and fell on the cold tile floor.
"Kathy, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
“Yes, I am okay,”
Anthony took her to the bedroom and changed the sheets. Anthony went to the drawer, his fingers brushing against the cool wood, to retrieve Kathy's underclothes, then returned to her, watching as she drifted to sleep, a smile gracing his lips. Anthony, regretting they had missed breakfast, went to get dressed for his day.