Grasping the towel I had used to dry Catherine's hair, I headed to the bathroom and began to dry my own hair in front of the mirror.
As I dried off, I couldn't help but admire my reflection. I looked pretty damn good.
Maybe it was because of my feelings for Catherine, or maybe it was just because our night together had been so amazing. Either way, I felt completely satisfied.
Surprisingly, I didn't look worn out or pale from all the action. Instead, I looked healthy and rosy.
My lips, usually thin and pale, had a peachy hue. But tonight, they were bright red, like I was wearing lipstick.
After finishing up, I headed back to the living room, and saw Catherine, even deep in her sleep on the sofa, had made space for me. She was lying on her side, facing the back of the sofa.
She had a blanket over her upper body, one leg propped up on the back of the sofa, with her foot hanging off. Her bare bottom was exposed, showing the marks from our passionate night.
I was so satisfied that even with her lying there naked, I didn't feel the urge to go again. I just wanted to cuddle and get some sleep.
But I had something to take care of first.
I adjusted her leg and covered her with the blanket, then went to the closet to grab a clean set of pajamas.
I unbuttoned the pajamas and laid them out on her legs.
Gently, I lifted her upper body, slid the clothes underneath, and helped her get her arms into the sleeves.
Once she was dressed, I straightened the collar and started buttoning up from the bottom.
When I got to her chest, I paused, bent down, and kissed the spot where my fingerprints still lingered.
Her body was covered in my marks—fingerprints, bite marks, even imprints from our intense night.
When I got to her pants, they were already up to her thighs.
But her bottom was pressed down, making it hard to pull them up. So I lifted her slightly.
As I did, her legs spread apart a bit more.
I could see her swollen, flushed labia, no longer their usual light pink.
In the heat of the moment, I hadn't thought much about it. But now, seeing her like this, I felt a pang of guilt.
I reached out and gently touched her, my finger barely grazing her skin.
Even in her sleep, Catherine was sensitive. Her legs squeezed together, and she let out a soft moan.
I couldn't help but wonder if her being swollen like that made her more sensitive to touch. I leaned in and gave her pussy a gentle kiss.
As I pulled back, I noticed the bite marks I had left on the inside of her thighs. A rush of excitement hit me, like I had discovered my own personal mark on her.
I traced the outline of my bite marks with two fingers, feeling a mix of emotions.
I started thinking about her time away on business trips, when she couldn't call me. What did she feel when she saw the marks I left on her body while showering? Did she touch herself gently like I was doing now?
Or maybe, after I taught her how to masturbate, did she fantasize about me while mimicking the movements I showed her? Did she call out my name when she climaxed?
All these thoughts swirled in my head, and I almost wanted to wake her up and ask. But I managed to calm myself down.
I quickly helped her put on her pants and then lay down next to her.
The sofa dipped a bit where Catherine was lying, and she seemed to sense my presence. She turned over, going from hugging the back of the sofa to hugging me, using me as her pillow.
Her hand rested on my chest, one leg draped over my thigh, and the other pressed against my thigh muscle.
Since I was naked, I could feel the smoothness of her skin against mine. It was incredibly soft and comfortable.
I turned over and hugged her tightly. She nestled against my chest, listening to my heartbeat, which seemed to make her feel secure. She snuggled even closer, her hands curled up in my embrace.
Her beautiful eyes were closed, and her steady breathing was like a soothing lullaby, making me drowsy.
Catherine slept in my arms for a while, her cheeks flushed from her own breath.
Her red, soft cheeks were slightly puffed up, making her look like a cute little rabbit, which melted my heart.
I held her close, resting my chin on her head, feeling her even breathing and smelling her unique scent as I gradually drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, the room was pitch black.
There was no one beside me, not even a trace of warmth.
It seemed Catherine had gotten up early and pulled the curtains to keep the sunlight from waking me.
I stretched lazily, feeling refreshed, and sat up from the sofa. There was a small note on the table.
The room was dim, so I had to hold the note close to read it.
Catherine had gone to discuss business with her partners early in the morning and left breakfast in the microwave for me.
For lunch, I just needed to call room service, and they would deliver it to the room.
I got up, changed into formal attire, and decided not to bother with making food in the kitchen. Instead, I grabbed my wallet and headed out to buy something.
The image of Catherine's swollen pussy from last night was still vivid in my mind.