The kiss went on for what felt like forever, almost ten minutes. When I noticed Catherine starting to struggle for air, I finally let her go, though I really didn't want to.
As I pulled back, I saw a flicker of reluctance in her eyes. I couldn't help but tease her, "After all these kisses, you still don't know how to kiss? Guess we need more practice."
"It's not that! My brain's still waking up. Who knew you'd kiss me first thing in the morning?" Catherine blushed, trying to defend herself.
I chuckled, "Alright, my bad. But I'm pretty happy you secretly admire my looks even when I'm half asleep."
"Of course, my boyfriend is the most handsome guy in the world!" Catherine leaned in and gave me a loud, affectionate kiss on the cheek, making me grin even more. "Got any plans today? I'm up for being your bodyguard again."
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, my thumb gently caressing her smooth skin.
Catherine lay on her side, half her body pressed against mine, one leg bent at the knee resting on my knee, just inches away from my hard-on.
She seemed to sense the heat coming from it and shifted a bit further away.
Honestly, I wasn't in the mood for sex right then, so I didn't push it.
With her face against my neck, her voice traveled from my shoulder to my ear. "No work today, so I'm all yours. There's a banquet tonight—wanna come with me?"
This was a perfect chance to meet new people and make our relationship public. I definitely needed to go with her.
"I want to go with a different identity this time. Think you can handle that?" I asked seriously.
Catherine faced me, lifted my chin with a finger, and gave me a playful look. "Then tell me."
With a swift move, I pinned Catherine beneath me.
Her breath hitched, and she looked up at me with eyes full of desire. The heat between us was building fast.
Especially where our skin touched, it felt like it was on fire. "I want to go as your man, let everyone know you're mine," I said, looking into her eyes.
Catherine's hand slowly reached for my back, and she kissed me.
Her lips clumsily moved against mine for a few moments.
After a few seconds, she pulled back and said, "Okay."
I immediately took charge, holding the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other as we kissed.
This kiss wasn't deep or as passionate as last night's. It was just lips touching, but it felt more affectionate. After a while, I pulled Catherine out of bed and took her to the bathroom to freshen up.
Even though the bathroom was spacious, I hadn't opened the window to air it out after last night.
So when we walked in, the bathroom still smelled like our lovemaking from the night before.
She covered her nose and said, "It stinks."
"Yeah, after I had my way with you in the bathtub last night, I carried you back to bed and kept going. Didn't even bother to open the window."Catherine looked at me in surprise, her eyes scanning the bathroom before finally settling on the bathtub where the water hadn't been drained yet.
The clear water in the tub had turned murky, especially with my semen floating around.
"Wait, we were in the bathtub last night?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Yep, bathtub sex. You were all for it," I reminded her.
After a few hints from me, a flicker of memory seemed to awaken in Catherine's mind.
As she recalled the events, her cheeks turned a deep crimson, and she couldn't meet my gaze. Instead, she lowered her head and went to the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face.
To her surprise, the puddle of water on the sink was actually a remnant of her love juices from last night.
I leaned in and whispered mischievously in her ear, "Remember now?"
Catherine immediately took several steps back, keeping a few feet away from the sink, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.
Seeing her reaction, I found it adorable. "Don't be shy, sweetheart. Your love juices are delicious."
Catherine's love juices had no odor and no discoloration. They looked very clear, without any impurities.
If it weren't for the special way these love juices were extracted, I would have thought of them as tap water, poured a glass, and drank it like water.
"Shut up, don't say it again!" Catherine glared at me angrily, hastened her brushing and washing, and quickly went to the living room.
By the time I finished freshening up in the bathroom, the living room had been tidied up very neatly by Catherine, with a faint woody fragrance lingering in the air.
I sat on the sofa, intending to get some anti-inflammatory ointment for Catherine.
But the doorbell rang, and Catherine, wrapped in a thick bathrobe, went to answer it.
It was the hotel staff delivering lunch for us.
Catherine brought two large bags of food to the living room and neatly arranged them on the table.
"Lunch is here, let's eat while it's hot," she reminded me.
The square table was filled with all kinds of food, with the most variety of steaks.
There were Wellington steak, filet mignon, two servings of pasta, and two servings of Häagen-Dazs ice cream for dessert, one peach flavor and one matcha flavor.
Catherine sat next to me, sharing the lunch, and then used an iPad to find a TV show, preparing to eat while watching TV.
I picked up the knife and fork, cutting the steak into small pieces, and finally skewering them on the fork to feed Catherine.
She opened her mouth and ate it as soon as she saw it, chewing while saying incoherently, "Thanks, my favorite boyfriend."
"Why be polite with me?" I muttered.
I thought to myself that there would be a moment for her to express her gratitude.
As I pondered this, my gaze lingered on the two ice creams in the corner for a few more seconds.
But Catherine was focused on finding a TV show, completely oblivious to my playful gaze.
After about ten minutes, I had almost finished feeding her the beef on my plate, and she finally found a romantic movie to watch.
So, I ate lunch with Catherine while watching TV.