Catherine gave me a shy glance before wrapping her arm around my neck to keep from falling.
There was a big size difference between us. She was so petite that I could probably hold two of her in my arms.
I had her in one arm and pushed the suitcase with the other.
When Catherine's driver saw us, he quickly opened the car's back door and came over to grab my suitcase.
"Sir, please get in the car. I'll handle the suitcase," the driver said, all professional and polite.
I nodded, handed him the suitcase, and got in the car with Catherine still in my arms.
Luckily, the business car was roomy enough that even with Catherine on my lap, she wouldn't bump her head.
We stayed quiet during the ride. She leaned against me, listening to my heartbeat.
I held her thigh with one hand and both of her hands with the other, keeping her snug in my arms.
Catherine's hotel was pretty far from the airport, taking over an hour to get there.
At some point, she had fallen asleep, her steady breathing tickling my chest.
"Sir..." The driver wanted to say something as we had arrived at the hotel, and I hushed him.
"Keep it down, she's asleep," I whispered.
The driver nodded, covered his mouth, and gestured how to proceed, then went to the trunk to get my luggage.
I stood by the elevator and pressed the button. When the driver came back with the suitcase, the elevator doors opened.
We got in, and the driver pressed the floor button.
Catherine had booked the presidential suite, the only room on the floor.
The driver leaned in and whispered, "Ms. Price has the room key. You should find it. I make my leave now, Sir. Good night."
"Thanks." After the driver left, I started searching Catherine's pockets, focusing on her pants pockets, and felt the room key.
I reached in, and as soon as my fingers touched the key, Catherine stirred but didn't wake up. She snuggled closer.
She raised her hand and lightly touched my chin, her scent filling my nostrils.
"No..." she murmured, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'm just opening the door, sweetheart," I said softly.
She seemed to recognize my voice, quieted down, and nestled in my arms.
I smoothly took out the room key, swiped it, and carried her inside.
The hotel room was spacious and filled with her things, no sign of anyone else, which made me happy.
I tucked her into bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
She had her own shower gel here, the same scent as at home.
After a quick rinse, I used her shower gel, spreading it evenly on my body.
The whole bathroom and my body were filled with Catherine's unique scent, making the shower incredibly relaxing.
Afterward, I wrapped myself in a towel she had used. It was still damp from her, clinging to me but not uncomfortable. In fact, knowing it was hers made me even more aroused.
Back in the room, I saw Catherine fast asleep under the covers.
It was still summer, and the night was warm. She was wearing long sleeves and lying in bed.
Even though the fabric was designed for summer and felt cool, she was still sweating in the heat.
Her cheeks were rosy, like a blooming rose, and she breathed steadily yet quickly, like a baby.
Catherine's lips were slightly parted, showing a hint of her white teeth and her tongue teasing the corner of her mouth. The sight made my erection even more pronounced, lifting the towel on me.
I gently pushed Catherine further into the bed, and she turned over lightly, facing the window. I lay in her original spot, gazing at her back in the moonlight.
As she turned, her loose pajamas shifted, revealing her cleavage.
I couldn't resist and tightly embraced her from behind, reaching for her breasts through her clothes and gently kneading them.
Normally, Catherine didn't wear a bra to sleep, but to avoid any unintended exposure when meeting me, she wore a thin one.
With my other hand, I unhooked her bra from behind her clothes, causing it to loosen and fall in front of her chest.
As I increased the pressure of kneading her breasts through her clothes, Catherine seemed to begin having a nightmare.
"No... David..." she whispered.
If she hadn't called my name, I wouldn't have thought much of it. After all, I was the one touching her while she slept, making me the unethical one.
But the fact that she called my name indicated that she was aware of my actions.
If she was not deeply asleep and called my name to refuse me verbally but held my hand honestly with her body, it meant that she actually wanted to have sex with me. She just wanted to maintain her dignity.
And if she called my name while asleep, it meant that in her dreams, the person she desired was me. So, what reason did I have to not fulfill her unspoken wishes?
With these thoughts swirling in my mind, my resolve to touch Catherine's breasts grew stronger, my movements became more daring and confident.
As I kneaded her breasts, my legs moved to her buttocks.
My waist unconsciously pressed against her buttocks.
The towel had long scattered under my movements, and now I lay naked in the bed.
As my erection touched her soft buttocks, it twitched sensitively, the heat unbearable.
With her eyes tightly closed, Catherine had not yet awakened, letting out a soft moan with a blush on her face, which broke the silence of the room, igniting my desire.
I intensified the movement of my waist, and my erection found its way into her buttocks, rubbing back and forth between her full buttocks. My glans precisely poked at her soft, full clitoris.