"Do you want it now?" I asked, panting hard.
Catherine was right in the middle of her climax, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling like crazy.
I lifted my head from between her legs, staring at her like I wanted to devour her, my gaze full of raw hunger.
Propping herself up, Catherine looked at me, her eyes wet and filled with desire.
She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her. I climbed on top of her, covering her with my body, surrounding her with my scent.
"Want my cock into your pussy?" I whispered.
I started moving my hips, rubbing my cock against her wet pussy, teasing her.
She was so wet, my cock was slick after just a few strokes.
Catherine nodded, her soft folds brushing against my Adam's apple, making it bob up and down.
I aimed my cock at her entrance, slowly pushing in, spreading her open.
Catherine sighed in relief, closing her eyes in comfort, wrapping her hands around my neck to pull me closer.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, moving with my thrusts.
As I pulled out, her hips lifted, and as I pushed in, they dropped. When I was all the way in, she tightened around me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
After using the anti-inflammatory ointment, Catherine felt much better. There was still some left inside her, making her feel cool and tingly. Her pussy lips were spread wide open.
When my hot cock entered her, she contracted sharply, releasing more fluids.
Due to the ointment, her pussy felt both cool and hot, providing me with an entirely novel sensation that was utterly ecstatic.
My thrusts got faster and harder, making her juices splash everywhere.
The juices splattered like a fountain, landing on my abdomen, thighs, her lower abdomen, and the sofa.
Catherine's cheek was against mine, rubbing gently, the soft touch making me want to hug her and kiss her passionately.
The thought made me act immediately.
I lifted my head, cupping her face in my hands, looking into her eyes.
We gazed deeply at each other as I continued thrusting and kissed her lips.
The tender feeling exploded on my lips like an electric shock. I slightly opened my mouth, sucking her lips in, just like I had sucked her labia before.
Catherine played along, pouting her lips and pushing them into my mouth.
As I sucked, I started gently nibbling on her soft lips, savoring them like cotton candy, sweet enough to make my teeth ache.
After a while, Catherine seemed to feel a bit of pain. She slightly opened her lips, trying to slip out of my mouth.
How could I let that happen? I took the chance to explore her mouth with my tongue, savoring every corner and tasting her sweet saliva.
Catherine didn't seem too keen on letting me take over, pressing her tongue against mine, trying to push me out.
But her delicate tongue was no match for mine.
Catherine was petite all over, even her tongue was almost half the size of mine.
I intertwined my tongue with hers, dancing for a bit before pulling back and passionately engaging her tongue in my mouth again, coating it with saliva and then sucking on her lips, transferring the saliva from my mouth to hers.
Catherine didn't mind and swallowed my saliva directly.
She was too obedient, and I wanted to tease her a bit.
So, I raised my tongue and lightly brushed Catherine's palate like a feather.
Her smooth palate felt amazing under my touch.
The next moment, Catherine trembled beneath me, then slapped my back hard.
"Are you trying to kill me? That really hurts," I teased.
"That's your own fault. Why can't you just kiss properly without rubbing against me?"
"I'm just showing my affection, aren't I?" I smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips.
The kiss was gentle and brief, like a feather gently passing by.
After releasing her lips, I placed my hands on both sides of her face, one hand on top of her head. With each thrust, Catherine's head would touch my palm, her soft hair brushing against my skin, spreading that previous feeling.
The other hand was on her cheek, my thumb pressing against her soft, slightly sticky skin. With each thrust, her cheek would glide sensually against my fingertip, intensifying the electric pleasure coursing through both of us.
Catherine seemed to feel the same way, her gaze a bit hazy. Every time my fingertip touched her cheek, her breath would momentarily deepen.
Although she would quickly return to normal, I noticed it keenly.
I affectionately lowered my head and lightly kissed her nose.
"Does it feel good?" I asked hoarsely.
Without answering me, Catherine just nodded lightly.
However, I wanted to hear her praise me a bit, only then would I feel content and satisfied.
"Say it, does it feel good?"
"Feels good."
"Do you like me fucking you?"
"Yes."
Catherine's voice was soft and gentle, like a whisper carried on a breeze.
It was light, but it sent ripples of pleasure through my heart, making me feel elated and blissful.
"Then I'll go harder. Can you handle it?" I asked, wanting to make sure she was okay with it.
After the uninterrupted lovemaking last night, it seemed to have filled the void of my past few years.
Now, I was making love to her simply because I liked her, wanting to give her gentle and comfortable intimacy.
Seeing her enjoying the moment, even feeling sleepy from the comfort, made me very satisfied.
Suddenly, Catherine's pussy tightened sharply, gripping my cock tightly.
And I felt the desire to cum.