When we got upstairs, I fumbled for the light switch while keeping an eye on the path ahead. Holding her close, I walked to the wall, reached up, and flicked on the light.
Catherine's face was right in front of mine, her lips still pressed against mine. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was breathing fast and heavy, with a hint of nervousness.
Her long, trembling eyelashes cast shadows on her lower eyelids, making her quite cute and pretty.
I reached out and gently smoothed the area between her slightly furrowed brows.
Sensing my actions, Catherine opened her eyes a bit and looked at me with an adorable, innocent expression.
I chuckled and said, "Relax. Don't close your eyes or frown. I'm not gonna eat you up."
"I saw on TV that kisses are like this."
"That's TV. I want you to open your eyes and see me kissing you. That way, whether you're eating, sleeping, or working, you'll remember me kissing you."
"I don't want to think about it! It's embarrassing!" Catherine stared at me wide-eyed.
She looked really captivating.
In the bathroom, I quickly checked out the layout.
There was a long washbasin with two sinks. The shelves around the vanity mirror were packed with her skincare products, all from fancy brands.
Further back was a huge shower area, almost as big as my room. The side shelf was lined with shower products, and I couldn't even tell which ones were body wash and which were shampoo.
There was also a large, round bathtub, big enough to fit a round bed.
"So, a bath or a shower?"
"I want to shower. You go out, wait for me to finish, and then you can come in." Catherine tried to get off me.
But she wasn't strong enough. She wriggled against me for a while, her hands and feet flailing, but eventually, she gave up and stayed still in my arms.
She was panting tiredly, but when she saw me smiling at her, she said weakly, "Did you hear me?"
"I want to shower with you."
"No! I want to shower alone. It's too embarrassing to shower together."
"How's that embarrassing? I've seen it all before. I can even tell what size your breasts are."
"Pervert!" Catherine's cheeks turned red, and she lost her momentum in scolding me.
"I'm just stating facts." I reached out and squeezed her breasts, saying, "You're a B cup, right?"
Catherine glanced at me without responding, then leaned on me and started acting all cute.
"It's okay, even if you don't say it, I have a way to find out. The most important thing now is to bathe you, so my body is infused with your unique scent. Ideally, when others catch our fragrance, they'll know you're my sweetheart."
"So domineering," Catherine muttered softly.
I carried Catherine to the shower, set her gently aside, and turned on the shower head. After adjusting the water temperature, I scooped some water with my hands and let it flow over her back.
The water flowed down her smooth spine, glided over the curve of her buttocks, and streamed to her intimate area before dripping to the floor.
"How's the water? Too hot?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"No, it's perfect."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure."
I carried Catherine into the shower, letting the water cascade over us.
Tiny droplets clung to Catherine's long eyelashes, sliding down as she blinked. They fell along her cheeks and nose onto me, dripping onto my Adam's apple and rolling down, reaching the middle of our bodies.
Her hair was soaked, the once fluffy and soft strands now sticking to her head. Catherine swept her hair back from her forehead, flicking droplets onto my face.
All my attention was on Catherine. She looked like a stunning mermaid just out of the water.
I couldn't help but lift her a bit higher, above my head, then pressed her neck down, tilting her head to kiss her.
The warm water cascaded over her head, gliding down her smooth, full forehead. Droplets fell onto my face, trickling down my prominent nose and along my cheeks, eventually flowing over our bodies.
This time, Catherine didn't resist; her hands eagerly encircled my shoulders as she lowered her head to meet my kiss.
Since her first kiss was with me, her kissing skills were a bit rough, just pressing her lips against mine without much passion.
But I was thrilled, thinking about turning Catherine from a beginner into an expert who only aimed to please me made me very excited.
I started to pucker my lips and peck her lips, slowly guiding her on how to kiss.
Catherine was quick to catch on and began to follow my rhythm, lightly pecking my lips.
After about ten minutes of kissing, I slowly sucked on her lower lip. At first, Catherine was a bit confused, letting me suck on her lips without much response.
With my continuous guidance, Catherine began to tentatively imitate my movements, slightly closing and then opening her lips. When I sucked on her lower lip, she followed my lead and sucked on my lips.
She was a quick learner.
A smile curved at the corner of my mouth as I prepared to lead her into the next stage of kissing - French kissing.
I first licked around her lips with the tip of my tongue.
Catherine was a bit puzzled by my sudden change and left her lips motionless, letting me lick them.
She didn't seem very bright, but I liked that.
I increased the pressure on the back of her neck, pulling her closer, then gently inserted my tongue into her mouth.
Worried about biting me, she quickly opened her mouth, letting my tongue explore.
Saliva slowly increased in her mouth, some hers, some mine.
If there were a little more saliva, it would overflow from the corners of our mouths. I couldn't even suck up the saliva in her mouth in time.
"Sweetheart, close your mouth a bit, it's okay." I retracted my tongue and whispered after creating a bit of distance between our lips.
Catherine obediently closed her lips, and I stuck my tongue back in, intertwining with hers.