My voice, warm and low, whispered into her ear, making her whole body shiver, even her pussy clenched up on its own.
For a second, I was overwhelmed by the sensation, needing to stop and catch my breath, soaking in the tight, warm grip around me.
Even with the condom on, the feeling was intense, like my cock was suffocating under the tight cover. And with her pussy squeezing again, I was on the edge of losing it.
The sudden pause made Catherine let out a moan that sounded new to me.
"Babe, don't squeeze so tight. You're gonna crush my cock," I said softly.
"I can't help it," Catherine replied, sounding a bit helpless. "It feels different with the condom on."
"It's like there's plastic inside me," she went on, her voice a mix of confusion and helplessness. "It's cool and warm at the same time. I know it's your body heat, but it just feels weird."
Catherine leaned forward on the bathtub railing, her back arching, showing off the lines of her spine.
I couldn't resist running my hand down her back, feeling her smooth skin and the bumps of her bones.
After a bit, when the urge to come had eased, I started moving inside her again, gently.
Catherine didn't push back, just took the pressure of my thrusts quietly.
Breathing hard, I said, "It's okay, babe. You'll get used to it. It's like the first time. It's weird at first, but after a while, you'll love it."
With that, I slid my hand from her lower belly to between her legs, using two fingers to guide my cock.
Feeling my cock slide into her through the condom, the lube mixing with her juices, I spread it over her swollen lips and throbbing clit. Each touch on her clit, pressing and releasing, sent waves of pleasure through her.
This steady, deliberate rhythm pushed Catherine to another intense orgasm, her whole body shaking like she was hit with pure bliss.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock like it wanted to crush it.
This time, I couldn't hold back anymore.
The next moment, I came, filling the condom.
The tip of the condom, snug against my glans, loosened with the force of my cum.
As I slowly pulled out, her pussy seemed to make a satisfied sound.
Content, I reached down to her pussy, gently caressing it. Even after being inside her, I still wanted to touch her tenderly.
As she was still immersed in the pleasure of her last climax, I used my hand to bring Catherine to another clitoral climax, sending even more waves of pleasure through her.
Her pussy trembled again, and her juices flowed out, soaking my fingers and even dripping into my palm.
I pulled my hand out and showed it to her, letting her see just how turned on she was. "Look at you," I teased, my voice low. "You were dry a minute ago, and now you're like a waterfall."
I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear. "If we ever get stuck on a deserted island, we wouldn't need to find water. We could just use your pussy to quench our thirst."
With a playful grin, I wiped the slick wetness from my fingers onto her nose, watching her reaction with a mix of desire and amusement.
Her nose had a faint highlight, and with her juices, it now had a subtle shine.
"You're so beautiful," I said proudly, looking at her.
She blushed, looking shy.
"You're always talking this cheeky stuff. It's so embarrassing," Catherine muttered, too shy to meet my eyes. She nudged my waist with her elbow.
Caught off guard, I grabbed the spot where she hit me and pinched her small butt. "Careful. If you hurt me, who's gonna be responsible for your happiness?"
"So what? There are plenty of men in the world. If you can't handle it, I'll just find someone else," she joked.
Even though I knew she was kidding, I didn't like hearing it.
Since Catherine gave me her virginity, she was mine for life, even in death.
Letting another man touch her? No way.
"You're dreaming. You want another man?" I grabbed her hand and made her touch my cock, which was hot and rock-hard without the condom.
Her palm barely brushed against it before she pulled back from the intense heat. But I quickly grabbed her wrist, not letting her escape.
"Hold it tight, feel this big, hard, and hot cock!" I ordered.
Catherine had no choice but to hold onto my cock, her fingers tightening slightly, trembling, whether from fear or worry about hurting it.
Leaning forward, I pressed my muscular torso against her smooth back. I leaned into her ear, gritting my teeth, and asked, "Is my cock big?"
"Yes..."
"Is it hard?"
"It is..."
"Is it hot?"
"Yes..."
Catherine trembled as she answered, her hand shaking around my cock.
"So stop thinking about other men! Can they have a cock as big as mine? As hard as mine? And as hot as mine?" As I spoke, I rubbed my cock against her lower back, clear fluid oozing from the tip, which I spread on her skin.
"No, no, they can't," Catherine shook her head repeatedly, denying it.
Only then did I stop rubbing.
I opened another condom wrapper and put it on myself.
I carefully positioned her to lie back in the bathtub comfortably.