Take this morning, for example. If we were still denying our true feelings and pretending there’s nothing serious between us, I wouldn't be able to wake Blue up by kissing my way down his chest and torso. I used to think it was weird that he sleeps naked, but now I appreciate the convenience.
My lips press against his pecs as my fingers glide over his smooth skin and hover right below his belly button.
“G’morning,” he says, groggily greeting me with a smile. “Is this my shirt?” he asks, tugging at the collar of the worn purple fabric.
“Mmmhmmm,” I answer.
“I want it back,” he says. “In fact, I need it back. Now.”
“Is that so?” I ask, stretching my arms over my head long enough for him to relieve me of my tee. Well, his tee.
“Thanks,” he says, tossing it on the floor. “I’m really glad to have that back.”
“I think you’re just glad to have me naked,” I correct him.
“That, too.”
We’re done talking now, since we’ve both found better things to do with our mouths. His are lavishing attention on my right breast and mine are trying like hell not to scream. It’s still early enough that I don’t want to wake the whole house, but if he keeps doing that swirly thing with his tongue, all bets are off.
I can feel his length hardening between us as our bodies rub together. I want to take my time and savor every second of this, but we’ve got a busy day ahead of us, and it’ll be so much better if it starts off with an orgasm. Or two.
Blue’s got the same idea because he wraps his hands around my waist and tugs me forward until I’m straddling him. His hand dips between my legs, and he smiles when he finds that I’m already soaked for him. His thumb finds my clit and I gasp in pleasure at the sensation. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this or how many different things we try, being with Blue satisfies something in me that I never knew existed.
“You are so damn hot,” he tells me, his jaw clenching as he drives me closer to the edge and tries to keep his own orgasm at bay. “Waking me up with your lips and tongue? Best fucking wake up call I’ve ever had.
My response is reduced to moans and whimpers because I'm incapable of coherent speech right now.
“I love how worked up you get for me, Tiger,” he practically growls in my ear. “The way your body melts into mine, the way you can’t hold back what you’re feeling, the way you need to come so damn bad right now you’re practically shaking.”
My only answer is a gasp as I toss my head back and let the fire within me build.
“That’s it,” he croons. “You’re gonna come all over my hand, aren’t you?” His lips find my neck, sucking and licking as he thumb continues to rotate perfect, tight little circles over my swollen clit. The dueling sensations overwhelm me in the best possible way and I find myself calling out as I let go. Blue’s mouth covers mine quickly, swallowing my cries. I ride out my orgasm and watch in fascination as he strokes himself with his hand—the hand that’s drenched with my release.
Gripping my hips once more, he positions me over the head of his cock and when I sink down onto his length, I can’t be quiet about how good it feels.
“You’re too damn loud, Tiger,” he says, his breath warm against my ear. “But I fucking love it.”
“It’s…your fault,” I tell him, loving the way his thick cock rubs against my most sensitive skin.
“You don’t seem mad about it,” he teases, tilting his hips upward to deepen our connection. Our bodies are moving in sync and I lose myself in the rhythm. It feels so damn good every time. That should be impossible, but it’s true. He mutters a string of curses before grasping onto my hips and holding me tight against him. I feel every sensation, every pulse of his release, and that detonates my own.
We’re a tangled sweaty mess when we hear a knock on the door.
“Hey, lovebirds, we film in five, so be ready,” Mickey calls. “And be in costume.”
He’s really embraced the cat grandpa thing and usually I find it endearing, but right now, I’m less than pleased.
I want to spend more time in bed with my boyfriend, but that will have to wait.
Duty calls.
Blue
“Dude, you’ve got to start filming before Cindy Lou claws my face off.” I grumble at Mickey, even though it doesn’t make him move any faster.
After Hazel had her kittens, Mickey decided to lean into the social media thing, and he also decided to drag me along with him. Our account is called Cat Grandpas, and we have a staggering number of views and followers. One thing I never realized, though, was just how much time it takes to create content. I think it’s time consuming for a lot of people, but when you add two cats and five kittens into the mix, it gets crazy.
The little guys and gals are almost five weeks old now, and they’ll be ready for adoption by the end of the month. We’ve decided to keep one of the kitties, and there’s a list of people about a mile long clamoring for the others.
