I could only move slowly and with force, and both Catherine and I started breathing heavily.
My breath blew across the top of her head, making her hair float around. Some shorter strands landed on her forehead, brushing against her flushed cheeks, making her look even more tempting.
After about two hundred thrusts, it got easier to move inside her, so I picked up the pace.
Our bodies collided, making a lewd sound. My balls kept hitting Catherine's hip bone, causing her to let out muffled breaths.
Each sound sent shivers through me.
I wanted to keep going, thrusting into Catherine day and night, falling asleep and waking up while still inside her.
Even if it wore me out, I'd be happy.
Catherine's breasts were bouncing in my arms, her hard nipples rubbing against mine, making my own nipples hard.
I licked my dry lips and grabbed her breasts, lifting them so her nipples pointed up. Then I lowered my head and started sucking on them, tracing their surface with my tongue and gently nibbling the sides.
The skin around her nipples wrinkled as I bit and rubbed them, leaving red marks from my sucking and the faded kiss marks from last night.
Her breasts were full and round, very bouncy.
I couldn't help but wonder what her breasts would look like filled with milk if she had my baby.
Would there be enough milk for the baby?
What would Catherine do then?
Would she push me away, telling me to save the milk for the baby? Or would she hold my head, urging me to suck harder, moaning and asking for more?
After having my baby, Catherine would probably mature a lot, and I'd have taught her plenty of lovemaking skills, right?
Suddenly, Catherine's passage tightened around me, making it hard to pull out. Even her breasts were stiff, and her whole body tensed up.
She was about to climax.
I grabbed her butt tightly, lifted my hips, and pushed deep inside her.
The next moment, a rush of fluid surged through her passage, like a tidal wave, flooding my glans and shaft, then flowing back and forth inside her.
I gritted my teeth and pulled out, and her juices flowed out like a spring.
Catherine collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily and shaking.
I held her tenderly, brushed her hair back, kissed her, and even kissed away her sweat, despite the sour taste. It couldn't dampen my happiness.
After resting for a bit, Catherine looked up at me with watery eyes, kissed me, then snuggled into my arms, enjoying the moment.
By the time we finished, it was already five a.m. The sky outside was just starting to lighten, and we lay in bed, holding each other.
The quiet and warmth under the covers made us fall asleep again.
I woke up to the sound of Catherine's phone ringing. The phone rang right by my ear, and I groggily reached out to the bedside table, grabbed the vibrating phone, and answered it without even checking who it was.
"Hello, who's this?"
"Catherine, um... I'm looking for Catherine, is she there?" Jane's voice came through, sounding a bit embarrassed when she realized it was me.
I nudged Catherine, who was still in my arms and put the phone to her ear. "Catherine, it's your assistant."
Half asleep, Catherine wriggled a bit before processing what I said. She didn't even open her eyes or reach for the phone.
"This is Catherine. What's up?" she mumbled, still curled up in my arms.
So, I held the phone for her, feeling pretty good about being needed.
"Catherine, your business trip plans are all set, and the plane takes off in four hours."
Catherine shot up from the bed, suddenly wide awake. "How many hours?"
"Four hours. It's nine in the morning now, and the flight was scheduled according to your usual routine."
"Okay, got it. I'll be right there."
She hung up and immediately jumped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom without even putting on her shoes. Her slender figure disappeared into the bathroom.
It seemed that Catherine was back to her CEO mode.
And I had to head back to Scarlett and Ryan's place to play the role of the obedient little brother.
I got out of bed, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist before heading to the bathroom.
Catherine was brushing her teeth when I walked in. She mumbled through the toothpaste foam, "The spare toothbrush is on the bottom right of the shelf, but it's pink. You'll have to deal with it."
I frowned a bit, went to the shelf, opened the cabinet door, and sure enough, there was a pink toothbrush.
I picked it up, looked at it, and then glanced at Catherine, who was now washing her face.
It didn't really match her CEO vibe, and it definitely didn't match mine.
I walked to the sink, put the pink toothbrush back, and grabbed the one Catherine had been using, squeezing some toothpaste onto it.
Catherine saw what I was doing through the mirror and said, "That's the one I used. It's dirty."
"So what? I've tasted your saliva. What's a toothbrush?"
"Pervert!" she shot me a playful glare, her face blushing as she walked out of the bathroom.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched her leave.
Even after all the times we'd been intimate, she still got flustered by my teasing. She was really cute.
After brushing my teeth, I noticed Catherine was already in the shower outside the bedroom. I tried the handle, but it was locked.
She was definitely guarding against me.
But that gave me some time to explore her luxurious villa.
I started with the second floor, realizing this was her living area.