There’s something odd about lying in bed surrounded by so much warmth and a flick of fur bopping me in the face. I reached out to feel a muscled arm only to be greeted with a handful of fur and a sandpaper tongue licking my hand. I pushed the offending licker away and earned myself the slap of a paw.
After a long day of grooming Mrs. Morretti’s dog and ending up with more suds on me than the animal I was exhausted. My body had nothing left to give and lying sprawled out like a starfish was as good as it was going to get. Saturdays had become work days while Monday was the new extension of my weekend. I didn’t think my shower would get rid of the smell but the floral body wash Chase found online made everything come up roses. I lean my head up to see a pair of slanted green eyes watching my every move. It would have been alarming had this not been our usual routine. I make a move, the cat makes a move until one of us, typically me gave up and let him have his way. Chase snored soundly and I traced the sculpted lines of his back exposed by the sliding sheet. He groaned and shifted, his arm sliding from the bed to the floor. I gave it about a minute before his arm became a plaything for the puppy that couldn’t climb into the bed–yet.
“Chase…” I tried coaxing him awake but only heard grunts in response. I wiggled in the bed but was greeted with a pouncing body swatting at my feet.
The damn cat flicked his tail getting ready to commit owner-fratricide. They were definitely devious creatures. This one seemed to be plotting world domination no matter how many times I explained to Chase he was evil incarnate. At least he got kicked out when we were in the middle of sex. Last time the cat tried crawling Chase’s back and while funny, he still has scratch marks I had nothing to do with. Try explaining that at the next picnic with friends while swimming…
“Winsome.” His gruff voice surfaced from sheets and I smiled into my pillow. Big man was awake which meant these beggars in our bed would be getting the boot.
“Yeah?” I didn’t mind being coy when the situation called for it. A paw smacked my hand resting on his back. We stared each other down while Chase shifted and rolled in the bed reaching for me.
“Come here babe.” The cat yowled getting pushed away and I smiled giving him the side eye right back. That animal was about to get exiled if I had anything to say about it.
“Been waiting for you to wake up.”
Chase chuckled. “I bet you have.” His body covered mine and I kicked sheets out as he positioned me under him pressing his knee between my thighs. Our bodies lined up and he rested on his elbows nuzzling his face into my neck. Warm air puffed and heat suffused blooming in my cheeks all the way down to my center. There was no pretense for us. I pushed his boxers down his wide hips pulling him in close feeling the bite of his hipbones pinch against my skin. His cock rested a damp tip against my belly hot and heavy. Chase eased back and then canted forward in a long stroke filling me up. His balls slapped against me low and I moaned into the empty space of the room.
A bark emanated from the floor followed by a mewling whine and the tugging of sheets.
“Damn it.” I growled.
Chase pulled back and then pushed forward again speaking gruffly into my ear. “Ignore them, Win.” I met his thrust with one of my own relishing the feel of him stretch me. The bite of pleasure is an unexpected pinch I can’t seem to live without. He pounded several strokes, the bed hitting the wall and the door vibrated in the jam. I couldn’t get the vermin out of my mind. This wasn’t working for me and I tossed my head about.
“Winnie, my love. Look at me.” Chase coaxed my eyes from the rattling picture frame that will probably slide off the wall at this rate and he kissed my nose distracting me for a second.
My nose scrunched and I groused unhappily, “I’ve been staring the cat down since six this morning.” That little shit with its glowing eyes convinced me I’d find a dead mouse in my shoe later or a loose bell to trip on in the middle of the night.
“I bet you have my eager little beaver.” He snickered thrusting again.
“Are you always this mouthy during sex?” I asked letting my nails scour his shoulder blades until he hissed. Turnabout was fair play.
“Only when I know it makes you wild and grumpy.” Our bodies undulated in a steady rhythm that kept me present in the moment. Chase leaned into me and the leisurely fucking built into a heated frenzy.
“I can feel you swelling inside me.” I squeezed my inner muscles listening to him groan. His eyes shut and he bit his lip deep in concentration. It was a game to see who could make the other break first. This time it would be him. I’d make sure of it.
“I love your walls strangling me. I love this pussy of yours milking me hard. I’m at your mercy, Winsome.” God, this man’s dirty talk would make me squirt if I wasn’t careful. Heck, he’d enjoy that.
A cat yowled and a paw scratched at the door begging to be let out. These damn animals and he wondered why I wanted to wait as long as humanly possible to have kids. I was selfish.
“Why do we let them sleep in here?” My hand tangled in the back of his hair kissing him.
The question was rhetorical.
“You know one of us would wake up and just open the door anyway.” He reminded me. It was true. We let them in because to listen to them whine and scratch the door would drive us nuts all night long. We tried to crate train the puppy, but I didn’t have it in me to leave him there all night. He cried and scratched up his pee-pee pad making an unholy mess. He wasn’t destructive as long as he was in the room with us–which meant sleeping in here at night with ridiculously early morning wake up calls.
“One of these days we’re going to have a pet free night.”
“Like date night, except at home.” Chase leaned up and started trailing kisses down my chest stopping at my breasts to bite them until I moaned. We’d be that couple hiring a babysitter except we had no kids.
Breathless, I agreed with him. “Yeah. Wednesday sounds good for me.” I panted and he nodded his head yes. Date night was fun and we were due to have one. No pets. And no friends either because they were like pets and kids themselves when in a group. Pack mentality.
He kissed my belly whispering, “Good practice for kids.”
I heard him loud and clear. I was choosing to ignore him at the moment. “Maybe in ten years.”
He stopped kissing me which was a shame.
Our eyes met and he asked, “Ten?”