Chapter 86

Entering Cattie was a process. Not because it was hard, but because it was something I’d never thought I would be doing up until yesterday morning. It was something I was honestly a little afraid of - the idea of being with someone other than Cassidy.

It was also something I wanted to relish, being with Cattie.

We shifted a little first. Cattie moved down the bed a touch, and I put a pillow under her ass to raise her hips. Then I was between her legs, but I leaned over to kiss her instead of rushing to just stick it in. She raised her arms and crossed them behind my neck, our tongues slowly working together in a rhythm we started between the two of us. My cock was resting on top of her pussy - I could feel the warmth of her arousal, and the soft little fleshy nub of her clit hood as she circled her hips.

“Fuck, you turn me on,” she whispered to me. “Always have, if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow.

“From the moment I saw how much you love her,” Cattie told me. “But you were her’s, so you were just a fantasy in the dark of the night. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Neither can I,” I said.

I kissed her again and reached down to position my cock at her entrance, the head resting into that little notch, our mixed arousal coming together at a point that would require just a bit of force to slide me inside of her.

“Ready?” I asked her.

She rested her head back on the bed, a moment of serenity passing over her features as she looked up at me. She was always beautiful, but with her silky black hair splayed around her on the bed, looking up at me ... she was breathtaking. Cattie nodded softly.

I eased in, and she accepted me.

It was magical - at least, in my head and my chest. The physical feeling of it wasn’t any different from entering Cassidy, if I was being honest, but the emotions involved in it were different. Maybe if we’d just slammed into each other I’d feel like it was just the mechanics of sex, sort of like my brief encounter with Ginnie in the afternoon. Just giving or taking pleasure. But that wasn’t this. We didn’t just slam into each other.

As I felt Cattie’s pussy slowly accept me, adjusting to me inside of her, she sighed happily and held my face in her hands, both of us watching the other. It took three slow strokes to bury myself in her, our pelvises pressing together at the end as I let a bit of my weight press down onto her hips.

“So fucking warm,” she groaned and closed her eyes as she flexed her Kegels, testing my hardness inside of her. “That’s what dildos and vibrators are missing. I can feel you inside me. Not some toy. I know it’s you and it’s so much more than just getting fucked.”

I kissed her for my response, and she accepted readily. Then I started to fuck her. Slowly at first as we found our rhythm, then a little faster.

“Fuck, Tiger,” Cattie moaned happily, cupping her tits and rocking with me.

“Catherine,” I groaned back, fully engaged in the sex. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “God damn, you feel amazing.”

“So do you,” she said. “God, fuck. You feel so fucking good. The way you- yeah, that thing with your hips.”

“That’s not his only trick,” Cassidy said from the end of the bed. I glanced back at her, and she was still eagerly watching us, her hands carefully propped under her chin to stop her from playing with herself. ’Have fun, baby,’ she mouthed to me. ‘Love her.’