The Lies We Tell
Summary: Friends forever, each carried a torch for the other. One night, they
gave in to their desire. Now, Vincent is getting married, and Catherine is
carrying a little secret....
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
#-----
Chapter 1
Outside, the wind howled and the rain pounded on the roof. Vincent Keller sat
on his couch, listening. His electricity had gone out hours ago. He had no cell
reception. Probably a tower got knocked out. He sipped at the beer in his
hand.
At first, he thought he was imagining the banging on his front door. But
then, he heard it again, louder and more insistent. Quickly, he stood up and
hurried to the door. Pulling it open, he stared at the person on the other side.
"Catherine!" he cried.
Catherine Chandler stood on his front porch, soaked to the skin. Her hair and
clothes were plastered to her petite body, and Vincent found it hard not to look
down. Instead, he concentrated on her face. Her mascara had made black streaks
down her cheeks, and he couldn't tell if it was from the rain or from tears.
As she stood in front of him, her body shivering and her teeth chattering, he
realized how long he had been staring at her. Grabbing her hand, he hauled her
inside. Shutting the door firmly, he turned toward her.
"My God, Catherine! What are you doing out in this kind of weather?"
Catherine sniffled and rubbed her wet sleeve across her eyes. "Evan.....and
I.........had a fight. He said.....he said....." she stopped, her face now
turning red.
Vincent stepped close. Disregarding how wet she was, he pulled her into his
arms. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she buried her face into his chest.
Her body began shaking as she gave into the tears. Vincent rubbed her back, and
whispered soothing words into her hair.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I just didn't know where else to go,"
Catherine said moments later, when she pulled back from his embrace. Vincent
shook his head.
"Catherine, you are my best friend. You can always come to me. You know that.
Now, why don't you go take a shower, and I'll find some dry clothes for you. The
water should still be hot. I haven't used it since the power went out."
Catherine nodded, and headed toward his bathroom. Vincent stepped into his
bedroom, and grabbed a sweater and a pair of sweatpants for her. She would be
dwarfed by their size, but at least she'd be warm. He stripped quickly out of
his wet shirt, and put on another. Knocking on the bathroom door, he said, "Got
clothes for you."
The door opened slightly, and her delicate hand slipped through. He passed her
the clothes and she shut the door again. "Thank you," he heard her say.
Heading into the kitchen, he put water in the teapot, and put it on the stove
to boil. Once it was hot, he poured the water into 2 coffee mugs and grabbed
the hot chocolate packages. He dumped them in and mixed them. He set the mugs on
the coffee table and sat back down on the couch, waiting for her return. After
about 10 minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Catherine emerged, dressed in
his clothes. She had rolled both the sleeves and the pant legs several times to
accommodate her petite frame. Vincent thought she looked absolutely adorable. She
made her way to the couch, and sat beside him. He smiled at her, and handed her
one of the mugs. "Feeling better?"
She pushed a hunk of wet hair back from her face. "Yes." Catherine raised the
mug to her lips, and sighed as the hot liquid hit her throat.
"Wanna talk about it now?"
Catherine nodded. "Evan got home late from work yesterday. He practically
tried to maul me as soon as he walked in the door. I told him that I wasn't in
the mood for sex. He got a really ugly look on his face and then.......we got
into a fight. He said that I was a prude, and that I was unlovable and cold. He
said he was sick and tired of me always pushing him away. He said I was.....ugly
and undesirable," she finished on a whisper.
Vincent's hands clenched at his side. That rat bastard! Vincent had
never liked Evan Marks, and this conversation just proved it. Catherine and Evan
had been dating the last several months. From the first, Vincent had been
extremely irritated by Marks. He was, in Vincent's opinion, an arrogant prick
and an ass. Not to mention that he was a player. Vincent knew Marks cheated on
Catherine. But, Catherine had been happy, and that was what really mattered to
Vincent. No matter how many times he tried to tell her, she never wanted to
believe him.
Looking at her now, sitting on his couch, with her wet hair and wearing his
oversized clothes, Vincent thought Marks was out of his mind. She was easily the
most beautiful woman Vincent had ever laid eyes on. She had an exotic beauty
that no one else could match.
Her long brown hair and hazel eyes alone could hold a man's attention for
hours. She was petite in stature, but strong of heart and mind. She loved
unselfishly and fully.
Vincent took her hands in his. "You are none of those things. You are
a very beautiful, loving woman. You give of yourself every single day. He's
crazy to think otherwise."
Catherine smiled wistfully. "You have to say that, cause you're my best
friend. We promised years ago that we would never lie to each other."
"I'm not lying! You are beautiful, and funny.... and very desirable."
Catherine shook her head, and climbed into Vincent's lap. Her head buried
itself into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and almost groaned aloud
at how right she felt in his arms. God, how he loved her! But, he could
never voice those feelings.
Vincent and Catherine had been friends since childhood. From the first day
they had met in grade school, Vincent had been hooked. He had loved Catherine
silently for years. He was her protector, her best friend, her confidant, the
shoulder she cried on every time she broke up with a boyfriend. They had shared
their first kiss together. They had been 13, and Catherine had decided that she
wanted to know what it was like to kiss a guy. Catching him unawares, she had
leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips before he could react.
He had defended her honor more times than he could count. When they were
Junior's, her asshole boyfriend Zeke had tried to force her to have sex with
him. Vincent had beaten the shit out of him, breaking 2 of his own fingers in
the process. He had been Catherine's hero. And....she was the only girl he had
ever loved.
From the beginning though, Catherine had made it clear that he was just her
best friend. She didn't return his feelings, so Vincent kept everything to
himself. Instead, he made a silent vow that he would be there to protect her and
take care of her, always.
Their Senior year, Vincent met a transfer student, Alex Salter. She was tall
and shapely, with long flowing red hair. Vincent decided to ask her out on a
whim. He had no real feelings for her, only doing so because he had finally
resigned himself to the fact that he would never have Catherine. Within weeks,
they were an item. Catherine was his cheerleader, happy that he had finally
found someone. Now, 4 years later, Vincent was getting married to Alex. He could
be honest and admit to himself that he didn't love her. But, if he couldn't have
the woman that he wanted, he would take the woman that at least, wanted him.
Vincent looked down at Catherine. He lifted her chin with his finger. "Then
what happened?"
"When I came home from work today, I heard noises coming from our bedroom. I
walked in.....and Evan was having sex with his assistant on our bed."
"Clair?" Vincent asked. Catherine nodded. "I ran out of there as fast as I
could. I just....kept running. I didn't have anyplace in mind. I just had to get
away from there, get the image out of my head. Somehow, I ended up here."
"That fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" Vincent hissed out. "He is
a dead man!"
Catherine held up her hands. "Please! Please, just leave it be. I just want
to forget it all."
"But, Catherine! He cheated on you! With his assistant, of all
people!"
"Wasn't the first time....." Vincent was stunned. Catherine saw the look on
his face. She laughed bitterly. "You tried to warn me so many times. I'm sorry I
never wanted to listen before."
"I'm sorry, Catherine. I'm so sorry that you are hurting right now. I wish I
could take the pain away."
"You can...." she whispered. He looked at her, perplexed.
"How?"
"Just hold me and don't let go. Make me forget about everything but being in
your arms. I always feel safe and loved when you have your arms around me."
Vincent wrapped his arms tightly around her. Her head settled on his
shoulder, and he rubbed her back. They sat that way until Vincent's legs began
to go numb from lack of oxygen. He stood up, picking her up in the process.
"Come on. Time for a sleepover."
This was something else they had done for years. They would,
platonically, share the same bed. They would curl up with popcorn and
watch movies. But since the power was out...
Handing her a t-shirt, Vincent turned his back while she slipped into it.
Catherine climbed into his bed, and pulled the covers over her body. Vincent
removed his shirt, and climbed in wearing his other pair of sweatpants.
Catherine immediately curled into his side, and he put his arm around her.
"Get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning," he told her. She nodded, and
cuddled closer. Vincent closed his eyes, and tried valiantly to go to sleep.
Finally he did, listening to the sound of Catherine's even breathing.
#-------
A loud shout awoke him several hours later. Vincent sat up in bed, be latently
realizing that Catherine was talking in her sleep. Or rather, shouting. He
ducked as her arm swung out, narrowly missing his head. He grabbed her
shoulders, shaking her awake. "Catherine, wake up!"
Her eyes flew open. Light was just starting to creep into the room. He
watched her search the room with her eyes, before they landed on him. Catherine
visibly relaxed. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"No. I ducked before I got laid out on the floor."
Catherine giggled. "Sorry," she muttered again.
"It's okay."
She laid back down, and Vincent followed suit. They laid facing each other,
and she trailed her fingers up and down his arm. She sighed wistfully. "Why do I
always end up with the losers? The bad boys? The scum of the Earth?"
"Luck?" Vincent quipped. Catherine cuffed his arm.
"I'm serious! I mean, is it me? What am I putting out there that attracts all
these.....assholes?"
Vincent pulled her to him. "Nothing! You aren't putting anything out there.
All those guys are morons if they can't see what a beautiful and sexy woman you
are. God, you don't even know how.....perfect you are. You are every man's wet
dream. You are a goddess that has fallen from the sky, sent down to torture all
the men of the world with your beauty."
Catherine stared at Vincent, and for a second he thought he had gone too far.
He was just opening his mouth to apologize, when he felt Catherine's lips on his
own. Shocked, he barely kissed her back before she pulled away. They stared at
each other. The air in the room was suddenly too thick. A hum of expectation
thrummed through the air.
Finally, Vincent reached for the bottom of the t-shirt she wore. He looked at
her searchingly, but saw no refusal in her eyes. He pulled it up and over her
head. He stared at her small, pert breasts, his mouth salivating.
Catherine snuggled closer, so their chests were pressed together. She tilted
her head back, and this time he needed no encouragement. His lips captured hers,
his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue dueled with his, as he palmed
her breasts in his hands. She moaned against his mouth, and he almost forgot how
to breath.
This was his life's dream, the one thing he thought he would never have. He
forgot about everything, and only focused on the woman in his arms.
"Vincent......make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. I want you...."
Catherine purred into his ear. Her hand traveled to the waistband of his sweats,
and her hand disappeared inside, grasping his cock. Vincent hissed, and thrust
against her hand. She smiled and began milking his cock with her skilled
fingers. Vincent's eyes rolled back into his head.
Impatiently, he jerked off the pants, and his erection sprang free. Catherine
immediatly grasped him again, and Vincent thrust against her hand again.
Holllllllyyyyyyyyyyy Fucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!
He reached down, and ripped her panties in his impatience to gaze at her
body. He thrust a finger inside her, and felt how wet and turned on she was.
Catherine bucked against his hand, grinding herself down on his finger. He added
a second, and within moments, Catherine was screaming as an orgasm overtook her.
Withdrawing his fingers, he positioned his cock at her entrance. With one
thrust, he filled her to the hilt. She gasped out, "Fuck yes!!"
Vincent pulled out and in again, as her walls contracted around his dick. She
screamed again, as a second orgasm shook her body. Vincent rammed in again, and
started slamming into her, harder and harder. Her nails scratched at his back as
she panted out his name.
He lifted her leg higher around his hip, so he could penetrate even deeper.
Catherine arched her back, thrusting her breasts against his chest. His hand
covered her breast, as his fingers thrummed her nipple. Licking his fingers, he
rubbed them again around the nipple , causing Catherine to moan loudly. Leaning
down, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.
He flicked and nipped at the nipple, causing Catherine to dig her nails into
his hair. She thrashed on the pillow, and tugged harder at his hair.
Finally, Vincent felt his orgasm racing toward him. "I'm coming..." he panted
out. Catherine nodded, and seconds later he felt her walls tighten again. He
groaned as his orgasm hit him fully, and he emptied himself within her womb.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her. Seconds later, he was back up, afraid that
he had crushed her. Catherine merely pulled him close again, and sighed against
his chest.
The regrets would come later, he knew. For right now though, he would bask in
the moment of finally and completely being with the woman that he loved. Had
always loved.....
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Summary: Friends forever, each carried a torch for the other. One night, they
gave in to their desire. Now, Vincent is getting married, and Catherine is
carrying a little secret....
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
#-----
Chapter 1
Outside, the wind howled and the rain pounded on the roof. Vincent Keller sat
on his couch, listening. His electricity had gone out hours ago. He had no cell
reception. Probably a tower got knocked out. He sipped at the beer in his
hand.
At first, he thought he was imagining the banging on his front door. But
then, he heard it again, louder and more insistent. Quickly, he stood up and
hurried to the door. Pulling it open, he stared at the person on the other side.
"Catherine!" he cried.
Catherine Chandler stood on his front porch, soaked to the skin. Her hair and
clothes were plastered to her petite body, and Vincent found it hard not to look
down. Instead, he concentrated on her face. Her mascara had made black streaks
down her cheeks, and he couldn't tell if it was from the rain or from tears.
As she stood in front of him, her body shivering and her teeth chattering, he
realized how long he had been staring at her. Grabbing her hand, he hauled her
inside. Shutting the door firmly, he turned toward her.
"My God, Catherine! What are you doing out in this kind of weather?"
Catherine sniffled and rubbed her wet sleeve across her eyes. "Evan.....and
I.........had a fight. He said.....he said....." she stopped, her face now
turning red.
Vincent stepped close. Disregarding how wet she was, he pulled her into his
arms. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she buried her face into his chest.
Her body began shaking as she gave into the tears. Vincent rubbed her back, and
whispered soothing words into her hair.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I just didn't know where else to go,"
Catherine said moments later, when she pulled back from his embrace. Vincent
shook his head.
"Catherine, you are my best friend. You can always come to me. You know that.
Now, why don't you go take a shower, and I'll find some dry clothes for you. The
water should still be hot. I haven't used it since the power went out."
Catherine nodded, and headed toward his bathroom. Vincent stepped into his
bedroom, and grabbed a sweater and a pair of sweatpants for her. She would be
dwarfed by their size, but at least she'd be warm. He stripped quickly out of
his wet shirt, and put on another. Knocking on the bathroom door, he said, "Got
clothes for you."
The door opened slightly, and her delicate hand slipped through. He passed her
the clothes and she shut the door again. "Thank you," he heard her say.
Heading into the kitchen, he put water in the teapot, and put it on the stove
to boil. Once it was hot, he poured the water into 2 coffee mugs and grabbed
the hot chocolate packages. He dumped them in and mixed them. He set the mugs on
the coffee table and sat back down on the couch, waiting for her return. After
about 10 minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Catherine emerged, dressed in
his clothes. She had rolled both the sleeves and the pant legs several times to
accommodate her petite frame. Vincent thought she looked absolutely adorable. She
made her way to the couch, and sat beside him. He smiled at her, and handed her
one of the mugs. "Feeling better?"
She pushed a hunk of wet hair back from her face. "Yes." Catherine raised the
mug to her lips, and sighed as the hot liquid hit her throat.
"Wanna talk about it now?"
Catherine nodded. "Evan got home late from work yesterday. He practically
tried to maul me as soon as he walked in the door. I told him that I wasn't in
the mood for sex. He got a really ugly look on his face and then.......we got
into a fight. He said that I was a prude, and that I was unlovable and cold. He
said he was sick and tired of me always pushing him away. He said I was.....ugly
and undesirable," she finished on a whisper.
Vincent's hands clenched at his side. That rat bastard! Vincent had
never liked Evan Marks, and this conversation just proved it. Catherine and Evan
had been dating the last several months. From the first, Vincent had been
extremely irritated by Marks. He was, in Vincent's opinion, an arrogant prick
and an ass. Not to mention that he was a player. Vincent knew Marks cheated on
Catherine. But, Catherine had been happy, and that was what really mattered to
Vincent. No matter how many times he tried to tell her, she never wanted to
believe him.
Looking at her now, sitting on his couch, with her wet hair and wearing his
oversized clothes, Vincent thought Marks was out of his mind. She was easily the
most beautiful woman Vincent had ever laid eyes on. She had an exotic beauty
that no one else could match.
Her long brown hair and hazel eyes alone could hold a man's attention for
hours. She was petite in stature, but strong of heart and mind. She loved
unselfishly and fully.
Vincent took her hands in his. "You are none of those things. You are
a very beautiful, loving woman. You give of yourself every single day. He's
crazy to think otherwise."
Catherine smiled wistfully. "You have to say that, cause you're my best
friend. We promised years ago that we would never lie to each other."
"I'm not lying! You are beautiful, and funny.... and very desirable."
Catherine shook her head, and climbed into Vincent's lap. Her head buried
itself into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and almost groaned aloud
at how right she felt in his arms. God, how he loved her! But, he could
never voice those feelings.
Vincent and Catherine had been friends since childhood. From the first day
they had met in grade school, Vincent had been hooked. He had loved Catherine
silently for years. He was her protector, her best friend, her confidant, the
shoulder she cried on every time she broke up with a boyfriend. They had shared
their first kiss together. They had been 13, and Catherine had decided that she
wanted to know what it was like to kiss a guy. Catching him unawares, she had
leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips before he could react.
He had defended her honor more times than he could count. When they were
Junior's, her asshole boyfriend Zeke had tried to force her to have sex with
him. Vincent had beaten the shit out of him, breaking 2 of his own fingers in
the process. He had been Catherine's hero. And....she was the only girl he had
ever loved.
From the beginning though, Catherine had made it clear that he was just her
best friend. She didn't return his feelings, so Vincent kept everything to
himself. Instead, he made a silent vow that he would be there to protect her and
take care of her, always.
Their Senior year, Vincent met a transfer student, Alex Salter. She was tall
and shapely, with long flowing red hair. Vincent decided to ask her out on a
whim. He had no real feelings for her, only doing so because he had finally
resigned himself to the fact that he would never have Catherine. Within weeks,
they were an item. Catherine was his cheerleader, happy that he had finally
found someone. Now, 4 years later, Vincent was getting married to Alex. He could
be honest and admit to himself that he didn't love her. But, if he couldn't have
the woman that he wanted, he would take the woman that at least, wanted him.
Vincent looked down at Catherine. He lifted her chin with his finger. "Then
what happened?"
"When I came home from work today, I heard noises coming from our bedroom. I
walked in.....and Evan was having sex with his assistant on our bed."
"Clair?" Vincent asked. Catherine nodded. "I ran out of there as fast as I
could. I just....kept running. I didn't have anyplace in mind. I just had to get
away from there, get the image out of my head. Somehow, I ended up here."
"That fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" Vincent hissed out. "He is
a dead man!"
Catherine held up her hands. "Please! Please, just leave it be. I just want
to forget it all."
"But, Catherine! He cheated on you! With his assistant, of all
people!"
"Wasn't the first time....." Vincent was stunned. Catherine saw the look on
his face. She laughed bitterly. "You tried to warn me so many times. I'm sorry I
never wanted to listen before."
"I'm sorry, Catherine. I'm so sorry that you are hurting right now. I wish I
could take the pain away."
"You can...." she whispered. He looked at her, perplexed.
"How?"
"Just hold me and don't let go. Make me forget about everything but being in
your arms. I always feel safe and loved when you have your arms around me."
Vincent wrapped his arms tightly around her. Her head settled on his
shoulder, and he rubbed her back. They sat that way until Vincent's legs began
to go numb from lack of oxygen. He stood up, picking her up in the process.
"Come on. Time for a sleepover."
This was something else they had done for years. They would,
platonically, share the same bed. They would curl up with popcorn and
watch movies. But since the power was out...
Handing her a t-shirt, Vincent turned his back while she slipped into it.
Catherine climbed into his bed, and pulled the covers over her body. Vincent
removed his shirt, and climbed in wearing his other pair of sweatpants.
Catherine immediately curled into his side, and he put his arm around her.
"Get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning," he told her. She nodded, and
cuddled closer. Vincent closed his eyes, and tried valiantly to go to sleep.
Finally he did, listening to the sound of Catherine's even breathing.
#-------
A loud shout awoke him several hours later. Vincent sat up in bed, be latently
realizing that Catherine was talking in her sleep. Or rather, shouting. He
ducked as her arm swung out, narrowly missing his head. He grabbed her
shoulders, shaking her awake. "Catherine, wake up!"
Her eyes flew open. Light was just starting to creep into the room. He
watched her search the room with her eyes, before they landed on him. Catherine
visibly relaxed. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"No. I ducked before I got laid out on the floor."
Catherine giggled. "Sorry," she muttered again.
"It's okay."
She laid back down, and Vincent followed suit. They laid facing each other,
and she trailed her fingers up and down his arm. She sighed wistfully. "Why do I
always end up with the losers? The bad boys? The scum of the Earth?"
"Luck?" Vincent quipped. Catherine cuffed his arm.
"I'm serious! I mean, is it me? What am I putting out there that attracts all
these.....assholes?"
Vincent pulled her to him. "Nothing! You aren't putting anything out there.
All those guys are morons if they can't see what a beautiful and sexy woman you
are. God, you don't even know how.....perfect you are. You are every man's wet
dream. You are a goddess that has fallen from the sky, sent down to torture all
the men of the world with your beauty."
Catherine stared at Vincent, and for a second he thought he had gone too far.
He was just opening his mouth to apologize, when he felt Catherine's lips on his
own. Shocked, he barely kissed her back before she pulled away. They stared at
each other. The air in the room was suddenly too thick. A hum of expectation
thrummed through the air.
Finally, Vincent reached for the bottom of the t-shirt she wore. He looked at
her searchingly, but saw no refusal in her eyes. He pulled it up and over her
head. He stared at her small, pert breasts, his mouth salivating.
Catherine snuggled closer, so their chests were pressed together. She tilted
her head back, and this time he needed no encouragement. His lips captured hers,
his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue dueled with his, as he palmed
her breasts in his hands. She moaned against his mouth, and he almost forgot how
to breath.
This was his life's dream, the one thing he thought he would never have. He
forgot about everything, and only focused on the woman in his arms.
"Vincent......make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. I want you...."
Catherine purred into his ear. Her hand traveled to the waistband of his sweats,
and her hand disappeared inside, grasping his cock. Vincent hissed, and thrust
against her hand. She smiled and began milking his cock with her skilled
fingers. Vincent's eyes rolled back into his head.
Impatiently, he jerked off the pants, and his erection sprang free. Catherine
immediatly grasped him again, and Vincent thrust against her hand again.
Holllllllyyyyyyyyyyy Fucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!
He reached down, and ripped her panties in his impatience to gaze at her
body. He thrust a finger inside her, and felt how wet and turned on she was.
Catherine bucked against his hand, grinding herself down on his finger. He added
a second, and within moments, Catherine was screaming as an orgasm overtook her.
Withdrawing his fingers, he positioned his cock at her entrance. With one
thrust, he filled her to the hilt. She gasped out, "Fuck yes!!"
Vincent pulled out and in again, as her walls contracted around his dick. She
screamed again, as a second orgasm shook her body. Vincent rammed in again, and
started slamming into her, harder and harder. Her nails scratched at his back as
she panted out his name.
He lifted her leg higher around his hip, so he could penetrate even deeper.
Catherine arched her back, thrusting her breasts against his chest. His hand
covered her breast, as his fingers thrummed her nipple. Licking his fingers, he
rubbed them again around the nipple , causing Catherine to moan loudly. Leaning
down, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.
He flicked and nipped at the nipple, causing Catherine to dig her nails into
his hair. She thrashed on the pillow, and tugged harder at his hair.
Finally, Vincent felt his orgasm racing toward him. "I'm coming..." he panted
out. Catherine nodded, and seconds later he felt her walls tighten again. He
groaned as his orgasm hit him fully, and he emptied himself within her womb.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her. Seconds later, he was back up, afraid that
he had crushed her. Catherine merely pulled him close again, and sighed against
his chest.
The regrets would come later, he knew. For right now though, he would bask in
the moment of finally and completely being with the woman that he loved. Had
always loved.....
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