A Very Furry Christmas
Chapter Twenty

Perhaps it was her imagination, but Caitlin thought something had changed between them when they made love tonight. There wasn't the same urgency or need to possess one another. However, their connection seemed somehow deeper. When Jason moved inside her, the intensity was different. As though they were trying to express things to one another without actually committing to the words.

There was no need for gymnastics or special toys. Tonight, all they seemed to need was each other. With his arms braced either side of her, his face was never more than an inch or two away from hers. So every gasp, every sigh as their bodies joined felt as though they were giving each other life. Taking and giving the oxygen they both needed to breathe.

If they weren't careful, they were going to burn each other out. They needed a little space, a readjustment so it wasn't all over too soon.

It took some effort but when she tried to roll him over onto his back, he went with her.

"Oh, it's like that is it?" His eyes were like saucers as she straddled his waist, still impaled on his erection.

"Uh huh," was all she managed, repositioning herself to take him deeper.

"Hell, you won't hear any complaints from me." Jason lay back with his hands behind his head, waiting to enjoy the show but Caitlin knew he'd break the no touching rule before the end of the routine.

She moved slowly at first. Finding her own pace to maximize the sensation as she slid herself up and down his shaft, her hands pushing down on his chest as she rode him. When he slid out, both slippery from her juices she rubbed her wet pussy along his pole until she was literally aching to have him inside her again.

That emboldened wanton he'd created took hold of his cock once more and slid back on it. He filled her, completed her in a way she'd never known, and she couldn't get enough of him full stop.

Caitlin ground her hips against his, used his body to brace herself, and fucked him until she heard those pleasured gasps falling from her lips. When she was close to coming, that's when Jason took over. He anchored her with his hands on her hips and thrust up inside her. Unrelenting, his fingers digging into her flesh, he fought as hard as she had to attempt some control. Both of their bodies were crying out for that ultimate release and refused to let them delay it any further. When he slipped his thumb inside her too, she was done. Completely immobilized by the ecstasy consuming her body. All the time, Jason kept up the pace, the frantic rhythm she was now powerless to resist. She didn't know who came first. Their cries echoed simultaneously in the dark along with their orgasms. They rocked together through every aftershock of their climax together. Until Caitlin was almost dizzy from the ride.

She slid off Jason onto the bed next to him, panting and slick with sweat from both of their bodies. It was some consolation to hear the professional sports star lying beside her also worn out from their exertions. He reached out across the bed to take her hand in his and raised it to his lips. The sweet kiss said everything to her he hadn't been able to voice aloud, and the poignancy of the moment made her want to weep with joy.

It took a while for either of them to recover enough to speak. Which Jason figured was just as well for him. He might've said something stupid in the heat of the moment when it was way to early in the relationship to get sentimental. Fantastic sex had a way of turning a man's head and he didn't want to say anything he might come to regret later. He was just ridiculously happy that not only had she been happy to see him tonight but that they'd proved the off the scale chemistry wasn't confined to any one of their individual preferences. It said to him that there was still a whole world for them to enjoy as a couple inside and outside of the bedroom.

"Since we're going steady and everything now, does that mean we can actually go out on a date some time?" Caitlin was leaning on her elbow watching him with a twinkle in her eye.

"This isn't your idea of a date? Huh. I must've been doing it wrong." Even the teasing between them had become like foreplay and he loved it almost as much as the main event when they were so relaxed together. It mightn't be the typical dominant/submissive relationship, but he was beginning to see things weren't always so black and white in that department. He set the rules and where Caitlin was concerned, they appeared to be fluid. "Definitely not. I think you know you did everything right, Mr. Lewis." Even that teasing tone was enough to arouse him when he was pretty sure he'd ridden his cock down inside her until it was little more than a nub.

"A date you say? Like a movie, maybe some dinner, a couple of drinks and a kiss on the doorstep?"

"All of that sounds delightful. Apart from that last bit. I had expected you'd still want to carry me into your playroom to tie me up and fuck me senseless." She was so nonchalant with the provocative comment when she knew damn right what she was doing to him. It was that kind of comment that would earn her exactly everything she'd proposed.

In one quick movement he was surprised he had the energy to make, he covered her body with his and pinned her hands above her head. "I thought that might have been too much for a first date but with that smart mouth of yours you might just replace yourself gagged too for the spanking you deserve."

"Oh, Mr. Lewis, Sir. You do say the sweetest things." She was teasing him, testing the boundaries but they were both absolutely getting off on it.

"Well, Miss Carr, just wait until we have another playdate, and you'll replace out just how salty I can be too." He felt her quiver beneath him but the smile on her lips was bigger than ever. In that moment he knew he'd never replace another woman who was as perfect for him as Caitlin. Now all he had to do was keep hold of her and make her want to stay with him without the aid of his restraints.

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