She tenses even more.
“What’s the matter, kitten?” I ask softly, studying her face.
Back door was never appealing to me. Something to try but nothing to write home about.
But there is one thing I want with Kat—to take something from her no one else did. I might be tipsy. Might be too carried away with all the sex stuff in the last two hours. I haven’t even done drugs, and I feel high on her. But I want to do all shades of filthy to her.Withher.
Kat doesn’t look so excited. She bites her lip and wiggles her butt away from my fingers, chuckling nervously.
“Awe, my kitten is shy.”
I don’t know why it’s such a turn-on, but I just found something that makes my kitten blush, and my dick is now in full-on attack mode.
“We’ll leave it for a special occasion,” I murmur as I slide my fingers between her legs, stroking her pussy.
She doesn’t answer. So that’s a yes. I’ll play with that idea more later.
I push into her with my body, bending her just slightly forward until she presses her hands against the edge of the bar and sticks her butt out. Her head is tilted back, eyes closed, and she rolls her hips against my hand as I stroke her folds.
Kat is mesmerizing. I have plenty of experience with girls. I’ve had ones who surprised me and ones who shocked the hell out of me. Virgin, slutty, shy, nutcases, traditional, lesbians, S&M lovers, freaks, and kinky from A to Z. You name it—I had it.
But the way Kat feels is different. When we don’t talk, we engage so easily. We fuck like we were created for ultimate mating. Kissing, petting, being naked next to each other like we were born Adam and Eve.
It’s unexplainable. And as long as we don’t discuss any heavy shit or work or the past—seems like most things—it’s perfect. We can just fuck.
By now Kat is rocking back against my hand. So I bring the tip of my erection to her entrance and thrust into her several times until I’m as deep as I can go, and she makes this half-exhale half-mewling sound, too gentle for someone like Kat, that drives me crazy and makes me even hornier.
I stop.
This feels like ultimate power over her—her sheathed onto my cock, beautiful and needy, her skin glowing in the faint light, her reflection in the mirror etched with shiny flakes of light reflections from the liquor bottles.
And me. Behind her. In the shadows. Like a serpent.
I widen my stance and position my hands against the edge of the bar counter, on each side of her.
“I want you to fuck me, kitten,” I murmur into her ear and kiss it gently. “You are so good at it.”
She is. Her sex drive matches mine. I just came, but the wild thing is burning. I can tell by the way her body moves—almost fluid, loose and flexible like a cat. The way she starts rolling her hips, pushing her ass into me. The way she is sheathing onto my cock, pulling away and sinking into it again.
“That’s it, kitten, nice and slow,” I murmur in her ear and get a soft moan as a response.
It’s hard to hold still when all I want is to fuck her endlessly—on top, from behind, against the wall, in the pool, sideways, in the shower, on my gym bench.
But I love watching her take what she wants, though she’s getting tired, panting and grinding onto me.
Awe, I wore my wild thing out.
“You want help, kitten?” I whisper into her ear.
She doesn’t answer like I’m not here.
Wrong question.
“You want me to rub your pussy?” I flick her earlobe with my tongue.
“Yes,” she exhales, then widens her stance as I reach over her hip and slide my hand to her wet cunt.
If there was a warm ocean that I wanted to drown in it would be called Katura Ortiz.