I slowly lifted my fingers, pulling out a long, glistening string of our mixed arousal and my cum. Seeing it stretch between us, shimmering in the dim light, sent a wave of desire through me.
Then I repeated it again and again. At first, her pussy was super sensitive. When my fingers touched it, it trembled uncontrollably.
But after a bit, it seemed like her pussy got used to my fingers, and it stopped twitching.
Even the opening I had penetrated slowly closed up. If it weren't for the leftover cum, it would have seemed like I had never been there.
Catherine and I cuddled in bed for a bit before finally getting up. I carried her to the bathroom for a shower, using the shower head to rinse off the sweat from our bodies.
Then I placed Catherine on the washbasin, where the towel from last night was still hanging. She was completely naked.
It was still summer, so even without clothes, she wouldn't feel cold.
Plus, as I blow-dried her hair, the hot air from the hairdryer warmed her up a bit.
After about ten minutes, Catherine's hair was finally dry. Just as I was about to turn off the hairdryer and carry her back to the room, she snatched the hairdryer from my hand and started blow-drying my hair.
"You dried my hair, now it's my turn to dry yours; that's fair, right?" she purred.
"You don't have to do this. You're my girlfriend. I love you. It's perfectly normal for me to dry your hair," I said slowly.
"Well, even so, love isn't about one-sided efforts," she added sincerely, looking into my eyes.
Her words touched me deeply. Indeed, Love should never be one person's effort, but about both people putting in effort together for the relationship to last.
I smirked, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, "I've fucked you so many times. Isn't it about time you fucked me?"
As soon as I said that, Catherine's hand that held the hairdryer trembled, and she looked at me with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Realizing I was teasing her, she reached out, pushed my face to the side, pulled my earlobe, and leaned in to say seriously in my ear, "Behave while I'm drying your hair. Don't move around, got it?"
Her firm tone and warm breath in my ear made me scratch my ear involuntarily.
Then I leaned in and lightly bit her earlobe, mumbling, "No, I want you to dry my hair while I have sex with you."
As soon as I said that, Catherine couldn't help but tighten her legs, and since I was standing between her legs, her tightening legs ended up wrapping around my waist.
I reached out and teased her pussy, lifting the full clit a bit.
"Wanna have sex now, huh? I just finished talking, and your legs are already squeezing together?" I teased, feeling her body respond.
Catherine grabbed my wrist tightly, her breath hitching. "Stop it," she whispered, trying to pull my hand away. "If you keep this up, you'll miss your flight."
I glanced at the clock in the living room. It was indeed almost time to leave.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out of her pussy, then hugged her waist and pulled her into my arms.
I rubbed her smooth back with my fingertips, my chin resting on her shoulder, cheek buried in her neck.
While kissing her neck, I mumbled, "Will you miss me?"
"Yes, I'll think of you every day," she agreed.
"On the night you come back, I'll be waiting for you at the villa, okay?" I asked softly.
It happened to be the weekend when she returned, and I had a lot of time to make love to her.
I could take her to experience making love in every corner of the villa.
And Catherine's villa was in the suburbs, even if we were naked having a picnic in the yard, no one would see us; it was simply a perfect place for us to make love.
"Okay, I'll head straight to the villa as soon as I land, and remember to think of me," she nodded, her hands roaming on my back.
"I definitely will. I dream of having sex with you every night." I smirked, reaching out to Catherine, playfully squeezing her breasts.
Catherine instinctively let out a muffled groan.
I carried her out of the bathroom, placed her on the bed, and she obediently burrowed under the covers.
I put on a suit in front of the wardrobe, then packed my suitcase.
During these days with Catherine, all my clothes were neatly placed in the wardrobe. When I took out the clothes, a small piece of fabric was brought out.
It was Catherine's panties, with a peach pattern on it, right on the lower abdomen.
Her panties were all very proper triangular panties, unlike Sophia and others, who needed to wear sexy lingerie for some fun with their husbands.
Catherine's simple and proper panties seemed to be very attractive to me. I brought her panties up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with her subtle, personal aroma, which was intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac. Just one whiff and I could feel my cock starting to harden.
"Aren't you ashamed?" she exclaimed, a playful smirk on her lips. "Sniffing my panties like that?
I placed her panties in the small compartment of my suitcase, zipped them up, walked to her with them, and leaned down to plant a kiss on her rosy cheek. "I've even licked your pussy. What's wrong with smelling your panties?"
"Anyway, you are so kinky," she said, pursing her lips.
This made me laugh out loud. 'What's wrong with being a little obsessed with my woman?' I mused.
"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll show you how perverted I can be now. I'll carry you to the window and have sex with you, let everyone downstairs see us," I said with a playful smile.
Catherine immediately flushed and quickly burrowed under the covers, leaving only her head and eyes exposed.