The back story is on my profile: and despite the huge gap in telling this story, this was the rest of that second night.

Cate was feeling proud of herself, having watched me, watching her, wipe my cum from her face into her mouth. An achievement. A levelling up, even. Having finally got owned (“you really owned me”, not quite able to keep eye contact to the end of the sentence), we went to get something to eat.

You don’t really care what we had to eat, do you?

But a gentle walk back gave us time to get our second wind (and me to realise just how disarmingly unaware of how elegantly and effortlessly sexy she looked smoking as we walked back to the hotel).

We slid back into the room; and back into bed.

“I’ve had what I was promised” I said. “What do you want?”

“Well, I want to have had you everywhere?”, Cate replied, confidence lasting again half way through the thought, as she looked away as she said it.

“I can make that happen” I replied. I softly but firmly turned her away from me by the shoulder, as I kissed her neck and felt her spine with my hand. I knew what was coming; and I knew how she would react, from the memory of how she squeezed my finger before.

As I slowly touched her skin, I could feel how she was yearning, pressing back into me but catching herself. We took an age, before I took my cock in hand, and guided it back into her cunt. We didnt make a rhythm, Cate and I; we had other plans.

I took my self in hand, and spread her, gently, with the other. She arched herself to meet me. I felt my head on her. It was going to happen and my heart felt that it’d shake out of my chest. She pushed back and with an intake of breath, my head was in her arse.

I stopped.

She didn’t.

Back she slid, and took me, all, in one go (six inches - no monster, but even so, i was impressed - and slightly worried that we’d gone too fast and ruined it)

“Fuck, that slipped in so well” she said.

And as I moved, she gave her first moan. Cate, so keen to keep a demure exterior in all circumstances, was moaning from deep in her stomach. She leant back to kiss me and it was a different woman, taking me into her moutj as far as she could. It was a need. A hunger. Have no doubt. She set the pace. And fuck did she last, long and hard, fucking herself onto my cock for maybe half an hour before she got her wish and I filled her, at that moment doing all I can to make her feel that her arse was being pushed to its limits, although reader, I don’t think I got evn close to them. We stayed there, joined until I shrank back down, and slid out, followed by all the mess we had made.