So, Catherine decided to hit up Calista instead. They both genuinely wanted to team up and had always been about that win-win vibe from the start.
As I adjusted my cuffs, I said coolly, "I'm David Jones. If you have any issues, come to me. But if you dare to mess with Catherine, I'll knock your lights out."
The guy knew he didn't stand a chance against me, so he just sat there on the ground, glaring at me with pure hatred.
After giving him a cold stare, I walked over to Catherine and pulled her into a tight hug. I knew she was worried about me, so I tried to lighten the mood with a playful tone, "So, how did I look? Handsome or what?"
"Handsome, my foot! You nearly scared me to death," Catherine said, hugging me tightly, her eyes a bit red.
I was caught in a mix of emotions—happy to see how much she cared, but also feeling bad for making her worry.
I bent down and kissed her nose gently, feeling its coolness and smoothness.
"Alright, I won't do that again in front of you," I said, trying to comfort her.
"No, you can't do that anymore. I need you to be safe and sound," Catherine insisted.
"Okay, is there anything else we need to handle at the banquet?" I asked.
Catherine shook her head. "No, it's pretty much over. People can start heading out."
"Then let's head home, yeah?" I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "I want you."
My warm breath made her shiver, her eyes filled with shyness.
"Let's go. I still don't know what reward you wanted tonight," Catherine said, linking her arm with mine.
"You'll find out when we get home," I said, keeping the mystery alive.
As we walked out, we passed by Victor and Calista. I made sure to say goodbye.
"We're heading out," I said.
"Take care," Victor nodded.
Catherine had already called Jane ahead of time. As soon as we got to the door, the car was waiting for us.
We got in, and as we passed a small supermarket, I asked the driver to stop.
"What's up?" Catherine asked, curious.
"Nothing much, just need to grab something. Wanna come with me?" I asked, standing at the door.
Catherine nodded, "Sure, I could use some fresh air."
I helped her out of the car, and we walked into the supermarket together.
Once inside, I made a beeline for the ice cream section, found the Häagen-Dazs display, and picked out two peach-flavored ice creams.
"Why the sudden ice cream craving? If you like it, I can have room service bring more tomorrow," she asked, puzzled.
"I've got a special plan for this. Any flavors you want? Pick a few," I said, keeping it mysterious.
Catherine looked around and picked out a big tub of vanilla ice cream that could last for days.
I was surprised, "Aren't you worried about getting a stomachache with that much?"
"Not at all, I can use it to decorate food," Catherine said, hugging the large tub of vanilla ice cream.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I took the ice cream from her. "Let me carry it. You're already dressed lightly tonight, don't want those soft breasts of yours getting cold."
"We're still outside, don't say stuff like that. It's embarrassing," Catherine said, grabbing my hand.
"Looks like my sweetheart is shy. How about I save it for when we get back?" I teased.
Catherine, blushing, ran out of the supermarket without saying a word.
In moments like these, her silence usually meant she was on board. If she didn't outright say no, it was just her modesty talking.
I headed to the checkout, and while paying, I spotted some condoms. I grabbed a pack of the largest size ultra-thin ones and paid for everything together.
When I got back to the car, Catherine was already waiting inside.
As soon as I got in, she leaned over and whispered, "What did you buy at the checkout just now?"
"You'll find out when we get home," I said with a smirk.
Seeing my expression, she knew I was up to no good.
She immediately scooted over to the window, putting some distance between us, and turned her head away like she was mad.
I leaned in and whispered, "Are you mad?"
She glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just kept looking out the window.
"Okay, I'll be gentler tonight, alright?" I whispered even softer.
She couldn't take my teasing anymore and covered my mouth with her hand. "Not another word until we get back!"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, sitting up straight and behaving.
About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the hotel's underground parking lot.
I helped Catherine out of the car, and we walked hand in hand to the elevator.
Soon, we were at the door of our room.
As soon as we got inside, I couldn't wait any longer and pulled her into a kiss.
Catherine let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around my neck.
She kicked off her shoes and tiptoed to match my height.
I kicked off my shoes too, gently lifted her up, and carried her.
She clung to me, letting me kiss her, and I carried her to the sofa.
We both fell onto the soft cushions.
Even though the sofa was soft, the fall still hurt a bit, so I held the back of her head tightly, cushioning her fall with my hand.
I cradled her head, caressing her scalp, feeling the softness under my fingers.
While kissing her, I reached around and unzipped her dress.
I pushed her skirt up to her waist, and her top was quickly removed. She had on these soft silicone nipple covers.
They looked like little fruit slices on top of ice cream, and they felt just as delicious.
Even though I'd kissed a woman's breasts through nipple covers before, Catherine's were something else entirely.
I started by kissing around the covers, my lips grazing her soft skin. Then, I traced the outline with my tongue, teasing the sensitive area underneath.
The sensation was soft and smooth, sending waves of electric pleasure through my body and igniting a deep, primal desire.