The hotel sofa wasn't as roomy as the one at Catherine's place, but if we squeezed in, we could still crash on it.
"Let's just sleep on the sofa. We can cuddle up," I suggested.
Catherine shot me a reluctant glance but gave in.
There wasn't much choice; besides the sofa, the room only had a table and a kitchen—no other place to sleep.
She reached out, signaling for me to carry her to the sofa.
I slipped my hands under her armpits, lifted her off the bed, and cradled her in my arms.
With one hand on her shoulders and the other supporting her butt, I carried her to the bathroom.
We were both drenched in sweat and the smell of sex. No way we could sleep like that.
Catherine got my intentions, so she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I carried her to the bathroom.
I held her under the shower, turned on the water, and let it soak us.
Once we were both wet, I freed one hand to pump out some shower gel, spreading it on Catherine's belly to create a lather.
Then I spread the foam from her belly to every inch of her body.
Catherine took some foam from her belly and spread it on me, covering my upper body.
With her arm fully extended, attempting to reach my lower body, she could only touch my buttocks, but there was one spot she could reach but didn't.
I grinned, "You missed a spot."
"No way, I've covered everywhere I can reach," she said, looking at me innocently.
She looked so cute, like a bunny, making me hesitate to tease her too much.
But her soft chest rubbing against me was too tempting to pass up.
"You haven't put any shower gel on my cock yet. You can reach it," I said, watching her blush.
She looked away, pretending, "What are you talking about? I don't get it."
Seeing I was about to say more, she cut me off, "The shower gel's rinsed off. Hurry up and carry me out."
"I'm so tired. I want to sleep. It's your fault for waking me up. I have important work tomorrow," she added, leaning against me, avoiding eye contact.
But I wasn't letting it go. I raised my hand and slapped her round little butt.
"I've served you the whole night, made you so wet and pleased. Now you don't even want to wash it?" My hand still on her butt, I felt a wetness.
I rubbed my fingers together, then brought them to her nose.
"Look, your pussy is so eager it starts dripping just hearing about it. Don't you want to wash my big cock now?" I teased.
My words got to Catherine, and she immediately reached for my cock.
She wrapped her fingers around it. My cock was so long that even with her tight grip, she could only hold half of it.
It was thick too, so thick that her longest finger and thumb barely met around it.
"If one hand's not enough, use both. I'll hold you tight so you won't fall," I whispered in her ear.
Catherine seemed startled by my sudden whisper, or maybe it was my breath that got to her, making her body tremble in my arms.
I held her close, pressing her chest against mine. Her soft breasts felt like they were melting into my firm chest muscles.
It felt like touching soft cotton, and I couldn't help but shudder.
Her pink nipples pressed against my chest, and as I shivered, they slowly hardened, making the sensation even better.
My cock grew larger in her soft palm, and it was so hot that she almost let go when she first grabbed it.
I quickly grabbed her hand, making her hold on tight. After a few minutes, she got used to the size and started gently massaging it.
I felt a wave of comfort wash over me, exhaling a breath of relief, squinting my eyes to fully enjoy her touch.
This time, my desire wasn't too strong, and after about ten minutes, I came, filling her palm with semen.
She held up her hand, covered in my cum, in front of me.
"Look what you've done! I just took a shower, and now my hands are dirty!" she said indignantly.
"It's not my fault. You're so sexy. If your pussy wasn't already sore from earlier, I'd want to fuck you again right here," I teased.
My dirty talk made her shiver again.
She hugged me tightly with her hands and feet, avoiding eye contact.
She placed her hands behind my back and let the water wash away the semen from her palm.
"Stop messing around, let's get out. I'm really tired and want to sleep," she said, yawning widely.
The next moment, she tilted her head and fell asleep on my shoulder.
I chuckled helplessly.
My shoulder muscles were big and firm, making a pretty good pillow.
It was already 3 a.m., and I didn't want to bother her anymore.
After turning off the shower, I grabbed a dry towel and wrapped us both up, then carried her to the sofa.
As soon as I put her down, she sprawled out on the sofa.
Her hair was still wet, so I lifted her a bit to let it hang naturally. I found a clean towel and gently dried her hair.
Worried about waking her, I didn't use a hairdryer, just the towel.
Then I went back to the bed, grabbed a clean blanket, and covered her up.