Page 59 of Cat and Mouse

She bites her lip, trembling as I circle her clit before slipping two fingers in. Her back arches, her breasts heaving as she pushes them forward.

"There you go, Lizzie."

Her legs shake as she moves her hips forward.

I fuck her until I feel her muscles contracting before pulling out once again. She's desperate now, tears leaking from the side of her face. Her hands struggle, but she remains pressed to the fridge. This time, I press the heel of my hand to her clit, making her jump.

Her tears continue to slide down her pretty face. God. She's beautiful.

She's so wet that she's dripping down her thighs. My cock is painfully hard. Instead of giving into temptation, I enjoy taking the time to unravel her. When she's close to coming, I retreat again.

She cries and begs and bargains, and finally, after edging her over and over again, I decide that she's earned relief. Her hands fall limply to her side, her nipples pebbling and begging for my attention. Instead, I slide to my knees before her and drag her shorts off.

She's absolutely delirious with want.

When I part her thighs and bring my nose to her cunt, she sighs breathily. She smells so decadent. I nuzzle her wetness. I drag down my boxers and wrap a fist around my cock. My breathalone stirs her, so when I lean in and drag my tongue through her wetness, she screams.

My hand caresses my cock, making it weep for relief.

I lick her clit and then put my lips around it and suck. She screams once before coming, her wetness covering my lips and face. I use the other hand to hold her in place as I pull orgasm after orgasm from her warm cunt, and then, when she collapses to the floor, I hold her and gently help her to her back. She's spent and confused and pliant.

I stroke my cock once, using my precum as lube. Her eyes are heavy lidded, her limbs still shaking as I position myself above her. She watches me as I stroke once and then again, groaning as I cover her tits with my cum.

Then I collapse and lie on the floor next to her.

It takes another 20 minutes before either of us can move, and then I lift her off the floor and walk her into the bathroom. We quickly rinse off and make our way to the bedroom.

Then I bend her over her bed and sink into her.

She comes within minutes, and I'm right behind her. Then exhausted and completely spent, we both collapse into her bed and drift off to sleep, breakfast completely forgotten.

Chapter 17 - Elizabeth

I wake up groggy and exhausted, the weight of a heavy arm resting on top of me. Panic washes over me as I struggle to piece together the events of the last two weeks. Memories flash before my eyes.

Him.

I carefully lift his arm off me, his deep breathing filling the room.

Leonardo shifts and rolls onto his back, and I take a moment to study him. His tousled bedhead of brown hair adds to his disheveled charm. My eyes wander to a glinting rosary hanging around his neck and the intricate tattoos that adorn his body.

I know that his back showcases a magnificent lion, its majestic mane and piercing eyes exuding strength and authority. The details of the lion's fur and the intensity in its eyes make it a masterpiece. It's a symbol of leadership and courage that leaves me in awe. I want to mark his back with my nails. I want to make him bleed as he thrusts into me. The thought is so acute that I feel a familiar ache between my thighs. What the hell is wrong with me?

A tattoo of crossed keys on his navel is an intriguing piece. There's also the small strip of tantalizing hair dipping below it. I want to run my fingers through it.

I can't help but trace my gaze over his well-sculpted muscles. My thoughts begin to blur with the memories of thetime we've shared, and I silently retrace them—his fingers in me, his tongue on me.

His cock in me…

"You're staring," he murmurs, his husky tone catching me off guard. I hadn't even realized he was awake.

My heart races, and I feel the urge to distance myself.

"You should leave," I blurt out, sitting up and staring down at him. He opens his eyes, revealing a warm shade of blue in the soft afternoon light that streams through my window.

He shields his eyes from the sunlight with a half smile. "You really should get some curtains for this place."

My resolve hardens as I repeat, "You really should go."

---