The doorbell rang at 8 a.m. sharp. Kitty groaned next to me.
“Bonjour, mapuce,” I crooned. “That’s the movers.”
“Why so early?” Kitty rolled onto her back, her naked body outside the sheets. I kissed her boobs and her neck until she squealed with giggles. I was hard, but the movers were just going to have to see it.
“You stay here. I’ll get the door.” I pulled on my underwear and grabbed a pair of shorts out of my suitcase. When I got back to the bedroom, Kitty was in the shower.
Though her house was vintage, the master bathroom was remodeled to be more modern. It still had the 50s feel, but the fixtures had been upgraded to be more comfortable. That meant a nice, big shower with a bench seat and a rain shower head.
“You thought you were getting away from me, didn’t you, Birdy?” I said as I crept into the bathroom. “The shower is where we started.”
She looked at me sidelong as I got in the shower with her, tracing the water droplets running over her skin.
“Guy, we have company. What if they need to know where to put something?”
I already had her slippery body in my arms, my cock teasing at her pussy.
“They can figure it out,” I said, nibbling on her neck to her sighs.
“What if they hear us?”
“Then I guess you’ll have to keep quiet, huh?”
I placed Kitty on the bench and spread her legs wide with mine. But before I could get on my knees, she had my cock in her mouth. I let out a loud sigh. Kitty popped off and winked up at me.
“Shhhh,” she teased.
“That’s it,” I said with finality, dropping down in front of her. I clamped my hand over her mouth as I fucked her with mine, her salty-tangy taste overwhelming my senses. I touched myself with my other hand, unable to control my desire. She sucked my fingers into her mouth, pulling hard. That sensation alone wasenough to do me in.
I plucked her off the bench and sat down myself, pulling her into my lap.
“Ride.” And she did. Kitty’s ass was in my hands as she bounced on my cock, holding a vicious kiss so we didn’t scream. I aided the rocking of her hips with my hands, curling her clit against my stomach. She came quickly, sinking her teeth into my lower lip as she did. It hurt like hell but it was so hot that I wasn’t far behind. I shot up into her, my love, the person I’d always do anything for. Including giving her more pleasure.
“One more,” I whispered. “You’re gonna give me one more, sweetheart.”
“Guy,” she whimpered.
“You can,” I encouraged her, knowing she wanted to say she couldn’t.
I lifted her off my cock, jamming my fingers inside her and pulling her flesh toward me. My name came out as a surprised gasp as I worked her with my fingers. Her mouth was wide with shock as she spilled over the edge, our combined release all over my hand.
“Good girl,” I cooed.
“My God,” she breathed. And then she looked at me laughing. “This is a little better than FaceTime.”
* * *
“Is the moving truck empty?” Kitty asked. The movers were outside, packing up.
“I think there’s one more bag,” I said. “Will you go get it?”
“Guy, you paid movers,” she protested. “They can bring it in.”
“Please? They worked so hard, Birdy. I have to go to the bathroom or I’d do it myself.”
“Make Frankie get it,” she said, flopping down next to Heather on the couch, exhausted and sweaty. Heather patted Kitty’s hairto comfort her.
“Kitty,” I whined, walking toward the bathroom. “It has my stinky underwear in it. Please?”
