After spending two cozy nights with Catherine, I came to a realization.
Catherine slept like a rock. Once she was out, she could toss and turn without waking up. Even if she did wake up, it was just for a second before she drifted back off.
Just like now, with the hot and cold water alternating over her, she didn't even flinch. Instead, she clung to my neck and kept snoozing.
Seeing her so relaxed around me made me feel a mix of frustration and amusement.
It bugged me how much she trusted her surroundings, making me worry about what could happen if the guy next to her wasn't me and had bad intentions. But at the same time, it made me happy to see how much she trusted me, sleeping soundly by my side no matter how much I moved her.
When the water reached her belly, I turned it off with mixed feelings and lay down in the tub.
The bathtub in the presidential suite was big enough for us to lie down. But since I'm bigger than average, we couldn't lie flat together. We had to lie on our sides facing each other.
Catherine treated the tub like a bed, snuggling up to my shoulder, with one foot wedged between my thighs.
Her wet pubic hair had droplets rolling down to the tips, falling onto my thigh. I couldn't help but reach out and gently caress her, feeling the wetness and softness.
Her body trembled slightly, her clit fully exposed, pressing into the gap between my fingers.
Feeling something off in her sleep, Catherine took a deep breath and twisted her body, trying to shake off the sensation.
But that twist did it. One of my fingers slipped inside her.
Her body responded eagerly, sucking my finger in deeper.
I followed the pull and pushed my finger in further. Soon, it was fully enveloped.
My middle finger was firmly inside her, while the other fingers pressed against her labia.
I moved my finger in and out, teasing the soft flesh, causing it to contract tightly around me, making it hard to pull out.
The warm, tight feeling around my finger was intoxicating.
Catherine, still asleep in my arms, started to move a bit.
She pushed against my chest with one hand and my arm with the other, trying to push my finger out.
Her resistance only made me want her more. I added my ring finger, deepening the connection.
After last night's and this afternoon's activities, she was a bit looser, so my middle finger went in easier than the first night. But adding the ring finger made it tight again, and it could only go in partway.
Frustrated, I pulled out the ring finger and focused on using my middle finger to explore her.I locked lips with Catherine.
I started by sucking on her red lips, and since she'd been drinking, they still had a hint of alcohol.
The cocktail she had was tasty, with a hint of white peach mixed with the bite of alcohol, adding a new layer to her soft lips, making it addictive.
I savored her lips for a bit before slipping my tongue into her mouth.
Her mouth was like a treasure trove of alcohol, with every corner holding that spicy kick and the sweetness of white peach.
I explored every inch of her mouth, greedily sucking up all her saliva.
Even in her sleep, Catherine responded to my kiss, kissing me back.
She mimicked me, sucking the saliva from my mouth.
The mix of my saliva and the alcohol made everything feel fiery and intense.
I teased her tongue with mine, pulling it into my mouth.
I sucked on her tongue, swallowing every drop of saliva.
Still not satisfied, I kept sucking on her tongue, making soft, wet sounds.
The steamy atmosphere filled the cold bathroom, and the temperature started to rise.
The mirror on the vanity fogged up.
I was rock hard.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Whether Catherine was in the mood or not, I bent her legs and pressed them against the sides of the tub.
Her pink pussy was right in front of me, the wet pubic hair looking so inviting, I couldn't help but swallow.
I opened my mouth and took her pussy in, sucking hard on her full labia, pressing them together.
Even the opening was tightly closed, with just a bit of arousal seeping out, which I eagerly swallowed.
But that wasn't enough for me.
I pressed my tongue against her clit, lifting it up, pressing the underside with my tongue, and lightly closing my teeth around it.
My teeth gently rubbed against her clit, making a grinding sound.
Unable to resist, Catherine lifted her hips and let out a moan.
"So good... so itchy," she whispered.
Hearing her moan, I looked up at her, wondering if she was awake.
If she was, I'd slide my cock inside her right away.
If not, I'd take my time, making her pussy wetter and more relaxed.
Turns out she was still asleep, and the moans were just instinctual.
So I slipped my tongue into her narrow pussy, licking around the edges.
Catherine let out a long breath, her pussy contracting intensely.
My tongue, soft and flexible, was pulled taut, stuck to the edge of her pussy. I was torn.
Keep pushing in, but her pussy was too tight.
Pull out, but her pussy was too warm and inviting.
So I let my tongue stay inside her, motionless, waiting for her to relax.
Meanwhile, I used my teeth to rub against her labia, making a grinding sound.
Earlier, I'd sucked in her saliva mixed with alcohol, and now my mouth still had that hint of alcohol.
The alcohol-infused saliva had also entered her when my tongue slipped into her pussy.