When Cathy returned, she was naked. She picked up the glasses from the table and handed one to me. She kissed me sensually, then we took a sip. She took the glass from me and set it on the table.
“Now, Mr. Lover, it’s my turn. You started my new year by making your Kitten and my Little Kitty very happy. Now it’s my turn to make my Man happy. Come here, you hunk.” Cathy pulled me by my shirt and pressed her lips hard against mine.
“Damn, woman, you can kiss. I know you love as good as you look, Hot Momma.” I was slightly panting.
“Now, those clothes are going, and I’m putting that hot ass of yours on the table. Then I can give your Man what you gave my Little Kitty.” Cathy started to unbutton my shirt. “This process is way too slow. Stand up and let me at him,” Cathy demanded.
I stood up. I pulled my shoes off, and she pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Then she unbuckled my belt, pulled it through the loops, unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, and made me step out of them. They were added to the pile.
I was standing there wearing a smile and my briefs. Cathy purred as she rubbed my cock through the material. My cock was straining to get out, but Cathy had other plans. She knelt, covered my cock with her mouth, and breathed her hot breath onto it. The rush of hot air on my cock made it twitch.
“Am I going to live through this, woman?” I was breathing heavily.
“You’d better. I have more plans for you and my Man for tomorrow and a long time after that.” She continued to stroke my cock through my briefs and blow her hot breath over it.
My thought was to pull my briefs past my cock and shove it in her mouth, but Cathy was sensually pulling them down to expose my rock-hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around my stiff joint, tilted her head, and sucked my balls.
“Mmm, Mr. Lover. You taste so good. Let’s taste your Man,” Cathy cooed.
She caressed my balls and covered my cock with her warm mouth. Feeling her soft lips slide down my shaft made me want to shove it down her throat. When I pushed a little, Cathy swallowed as much of my cock as she could.
After several minutes, Cathy looked up at me, smiling.
“Follow me, I wanna ride him.” Her tone was seductive.
I followed her to the bedroom, and she fluffed the pillow and patted it.
“Put your head here, I’ll take care of the main one.” I did as she asked.
Cathy stroked my cock for a moment, then kissed it. She straddled my legs and put her hands on the bed beside my head. She teased me by dangling her tits in my face. I raised my head just enough to suck one into my mouth.
Cathy cooed as I sucked on her tit and milked the other. She was breathing heavily and cooing softly. I was able to get more of her tit in my mouth when she lowered herself to her elbows.
“Mmm, that feels so good, baby,” she purred.
She pulled away from me and sat back on my legs. She stroked my cock and caressed my balls. Cathy sat up just enough to slide my cock between her pussy lips and into her pussy. I watched as my cock disappeared into her.
Once her pussy had swallowed me, Cathy positioned herself so that when she rocked on my cock her clit was rubbing against me. Her movements had my cock head rubbing against her tender pussy wall. It was like being sucked and having my cock teased at the same time.
“Oooh, you are so far inside me. Mmm, your big cock feels so good, Lover.” Her eyes were filled with lust; her expression was one of a woman obsessed.
She alternated between riding me and rocking on my cock. My balls were boiling over; my cock was demanding release. Cathy began riding up and down on my cock but taking time at the top of my cock to rock back and forth. It felt like her pussy lips were sucking me.
I exploded with the force of a cannon. Cathy yelped when she felt the hot lava splatter her insides. It made her ride me faster; her hands were on my chest. She was panting, and my cock was filling her with cum as her pussy squirted her girl cum on me.
I grabbed her ass and pumped her as she rode me. My cock was shooting loads into her pussy, and her pussy was squirting and soaking my body. We were sweating and panting, straining to squeeze every bit of cum from one body to the other.
Cathy collapsed on top of me. I held onto her ass until I was finished emptying my balls. She lay there as I finished, moaning and whimpering in my ear. Her hot breath circled my neck. When I finished, Cathy lay there so my cock would stay in her for as long as it could.
“God, baby. It felt like you were up to my stomach. I was so hot, damn, I loved what you did. I think we made a mess.” She giggled softly.
“I don’t care about the mess in the bed; I am concerned about the mess you have left my brain in. Damn it, woman, you’re one hot lover.” I squeezed her.
“Don’t squeeze too hard or you’ll squeeze…” Cathy started to laugh, which was the opposite of what she wanted.
Her laughing caused some of our “mess” to be pushed out of her pussy.
“Oh, nice,” I chuckled. That made her laugh harder, which, well, you know. More of our love seeped onto the bed.
We got untangled and sat up to survey the love lake we created.
“Oh God, Carl! Look at that mess. What will they think when they have to – oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.” Cathy covered her reddening face with her hands, laughing.
“Honey, this is the bridal suite. I’m sure they expect some ‘left behind’ memories, shall I say. They have probably encountered worse,” I tried to explain, but she only laughed harder.
“I have to clean up, and DON’T YOU DARE TICKLE ME, CARL! I MEAN IT. I’ll have to get a mop to clean up the mess.” Cathy hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
I got up and went to the balcony. I topped off our glasses and brought them and the almost-empty bottle to bed. I moved our little party to the other side of the king-sized bed.
When Cathy came out, she stopped to survey the situation. When she saw I had moved the party, she nodded. “Good idea.”
She got in bed with me, then I handed her a glass. We clinked glasses, but she wanted to make a toast.
“Here’s to a wonderful husband, a new year, and a new beginning.” We sipped our drinks.
Our glasses were empty, as was the bottle. Neither of us had much more energy in us. We slid down under the covers. It was three in the morning, time to end our New Year’s celebration.
To be continued
