Even through the thick padding, I could still feel her breasts getting harder under my touch.
I squeezed the front of her breast, pushing the padding aside, and used my fingertip to press against it, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric.
Catherine leaned back against my bent knees, one hand gripping my thigh, the other pressing down on my hand that was on her waist, her eyes closed as she softly moaned.
Her cheeks were flushed, not just from the alcohol, but also from the excitement of me touching her breasts, making her look very enticing and youthful.
But she hesitated to undo my belt, leaving my cock quite discomforted.
"Hurry up, my cock is about to explode from being so hard. Don't believe me? Feel it," I said, grabbing her hand and placing it on my cock.
My erection was already pushing against my pants, and with just a touch, she could feel the hardness and warmth of my cock.
Catherine tried to pull her hand away as soon as she touched it, but I pulled it back.
"Come on, help me take it off, don't be shy."
In the end, she couldn't resist my persistence, trembling as she reached for my belt, fumbling with it for a while without success.
She indeed hadn't had sex with other men as she even couldn't undo my belt!
"Sweetheart, let me help you with the belt." I smiled and lightly pressed the buckle on both sides of the belt, and it popped open.
"You can do it yourself, why do you need me to help you undress?" Catherine muttered softly.
"Because I want you to undress me, sweetheart. It adds to the excitement of making love."
Catherine seemed to realize that I had changed how I addressed her, looking at me with some shyness. "What are you calling me?"
"I'm calling you sweetheart."
"I'm not."
"You are my beloved sweetheart," I said, then I hugged Catherine's back, sat up, and flipped her over, pressing her down on the sofa.
Catherine lay beneath me, her eyes watery as she looked at me, a blush on her cheeks that I had caused, making her look very seductive and alluring.
"Your clothes are still on," Catherine's voice was very soft, but in the large room, even a whisper was enough to echo in my ears.
"You help me undress, you're too tempting, let me kiss you for a while and you help me undress at the same time."
"Why are you like this? Pervert!" Catherine playfully punched my chest.
"What's wrong with being a pervert to my baby?" I said, before she could respond, I leaned in and kissed her lips.
As soon as my tongue entered Catherine's mouth, a faint taste of alcohol mixed with the sweet taste of saliva spread out. However, Catherine's kissing technique was not great - as soon as my tongue entered her mouth, hers uncontrollably dodged to the side.
As my tongue moved around, hers kept dodging, even making me a bit tired. I couldn't help but reach out to pinch her waist.
Catherine's sensitive spot was touched by me, and she reflexively squirmed and let out a soft cry.
"No more running away!" I warned.
Catherine obediently placed her tongue under her jaw, letting me lick and suck on her tongue.
By this time, my pants had been pulled down a bit by her, just enough to expose my thighs, with my cock almost out.
I shook my leg, letting the pants slide down to my feet, and then I kicked them off.
"Sweetheart, help me take off my underwear too," I whispered as I kissed Catherine's lips.
Catherine didn't respond, but her soft hands had already reached around to my buttocks, her thumbs slipping into my underwear and pulling them down.
I stood on my tiptoes, lifting my lower body, and my underwear was down to my knees.
My cock sprang out, the tip hitting her flat smooth belly, causing her to shiver.
"You're so sensitive, looks like we need to have more sex," I chuckled and whispered in her ear.
Catherine was so mortified by my cheeky remark that she couldn't bear to look at me, shyly turning her head away to avoid eye contact.
As her head turned, I noticed her delicate collarbone, enhancing the elegance of her slender neck, making it all the more alluring to my eyes.
I involuntarily swallowed, my Adam's apple bobbing. I then lowered my head to kiss the bones of her neck, moving downward with each kiss.
When I reached her collarbone, I sucked on it firmly, leaving a trail of love bites on her fair, delicate skin in no time.
Meanwhile, I guided her hand to touch my cock. Initially, she resisted, trying to pull away upon contact.
But as I persisted, her fingers curled reluctantly around it while I moved her hand up and down.
This simple motion was enough to pleasure me immensely, the soft and fine texture evoking a sensation akin to being inside her.
"Sweetheart... you're amazing... I love how it feels when you touch me. You're so skilled!"
Since Catherine didn't want to moan, I decided to moan for her.
Embarrassed, she hurriedly placed her hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my sounds, her eyes reflecting a mix of shyness and reproach.
I laughed, pulling her hand up and pinning it above her head.
"If you don't want to hear me, then moan for me. Your voice is so lovely; I bet your moans would sound heavenly."
Catherine blushed and buried her face in my shoulder, muffling any sounds she might make.
It seemed she was determined not to moan, feeling too shy.
But I was happy, as it proved that I was her first and last lover.
I slid my hand over her underwear, gently caressing through the cotton fabric.
Catherine's pussy was very sensitive, just a light touch made her tremble violently. When I had sex with other women, they would have the same reaction, but it usually occurred after they had climaxed. Our knees were intertwined on the sofa, and after I lightly touched Catherine's pussy, one of her knees involuntarily bent against my waist.