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"I love you." + "Tell me that when you’re sober." for CatRaf xx

Please have some Drunk Cat on this lovely Saturday evening!

Game night with two people is not ideal and having it turn into a movie night is only as fun as the ability to enjoy and understand the movie involved. So watching the non-musical version of Les Misérables while tipsy, no, drunk was not the most ideal for Cat. Watching it with Rafael though? That was the ideal, perfection almost, if only the two of them could admit their feelings. No, that wasn’t it. 

Cat was the only one with feelings for him that were more than platonic and being curled up next to him watching a movie wasn’t helping. She’d take what she could get though, especially because she kept pestering him with question after question. Some she was actually curious about while others she simply asked to listen to his voice and watch as he lectured. “And that is how Marie Antoinette fits into the French revolution,” he finished looking down to her as she laid her head in his lap. 

“Tha’s fascinatin’,” she ran a hand up his chest to his shoulder, “and sad.”

“And you’re getting cut off,” he laughed as she rolled her eyes, putting her nearly empty cup on the coffee table. 

“How come you,” she attempted to poke his nose, his hand grabbing hers, “don’ gotta get cut off, sssir? Doesn’t seem fair.” Maybe he was already cut? Why do women care about that again?

“Because I’m not shortening every other word like Wes,” he patted her arm, “Here sit up a bit. I’m gonna get you some water.” She sat up right, her head spinning a little, Maybe water isn’t such a bad idea. “Do you want some more of the pizza while I’m up?” 

“Mmm yeah!” She turned leaning her chin on the back of the couch watching him move about the kitchen. Admiring the way the muscles in his arms moved, how it felt having them around her as they watched the movie. She bit her lower lip as she lazily imagined how his hands would feel against her skin as they ran across her body. The magic those calloused fingers could do as they-.

“Here,” her eyes focused back to the room around her as she saw the plate of food in front of her. She looked up to Raf’s smiling face, her cheeks burning as she grabbed the plate. He took his spot back on the couch setting the glass on the end table to his left. 

“I’m cold,” she said suddenly, “Can I sits in ya lap with the blanket.” He didn’t say anything right away and she fumbled clearing her throat, “Well causs you’re normally like uhm really warm ‘nd the blank’t might not keep me warm enough you know cause I’m cold. I don’ like being cold. Ya know?”

She looked down to the plate taking a bite shutting herself up. Raf resettled himself grabbing the blanket, “Come on,” she looked up a little shocked and hesitant in moving, “This offer won’t last long, Conejito.” Cat nodded, quickly settling herself into his lap as he wrapped the blanket around her. She rested her head against his chest finishing up the slice of pizza grabbing the bottle of water he brought just for her. “Better?” He asked as she took a deep breath, nodding, the smell of his cologne and soap making her head spin. He rubbed her arms starting the movie up again. 

She fell quiet as she savored being this close to him trying to keep her hands from straying too far. She missed this feeling of being so close to someone and craved to have it more often, hopefully with Raf. She let her fingers entwine with his curls, twisting them softly. Her eyes never went back to the movie one seeing his profile in the low lighting, how soft his lips looked, the jawline with just the right amount of scruff to look tasteful rather than lazy. His hands stayed along her shoulders and the middle of her back as they held her against him. The hand that was in his hair slowly strayed down his jawline and his neck, warmth spreading from between her thighs. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, feel his mouth kiss every part of her, and his hands holding her down. 

She smiled as she felt him harden beneath her. The hand that was at the middle of her back started to slide down, moving underneath the blanket, fingertips gently brushing against her exposed skin. His expression didn’t change as his hand explored more of her and she followed, her free hand moving underneath his shirt, tracing every muscle and line of his torso. He finally looked down to her, his breathing heavy as he brought his lips down to hers. Their kiss wasn’t the soft and slow one she had thought it would be, this was hungry, passionate, desire. His hand entangled itself in her hair as he moved her in a better position in his lap. She straddled him, her hands pulling up his shirt, tossing it to the side, their lips never parting for long. 

She started to move against him, the friction eliciting a quiet moan against his lips, his hands warm against her skin, moving under her shirt working to remove her bra. Once free he pulled the two items of clothing off tossed across the room. The two paused catching their breath. Their eyes not leaving the others as their finger tips caressed the other’s skin, small shivers passing through them. “I love you,” Cat breathed out, his touch running up her spine.

She saw his eyes roam her body, “God,” he started breathless, “I hope you can tell me that when you’re sober.” He pulled her lips to his, kissing her deeply before pulling back just a breath away, “Because I love you too.” Cat’s heart raced at his words as she grabbed his shoulders, surprising him. She moved him to lie on his back on the couch, her lips quickly finding his before moving down his neck and across his collar bone. One of his hands found its way into her pants, locating her sensitive clit rubbing slowly, electricity coursing through her as she heard him moan her name again and again. 

She loved the sound of his voice, but something was changing as he kept repeating her name. It was softer and met with feeling like she was being shaken. “Cat,” the shaking returning, “Cat it's time to wake up,” his voice had laughter in it as she felt herself dizzy with the light shaking he was doing to wake her. She groaned burying her face into his chest shaking her head. Raf’s laugh filled her ears as he tilted her chin up so she could him in the eye. The light from the television was blinding as she finally opened her eyes to his warm brown ones. She blinked a few times taking in her surroundings, pushing away the sadness that she had only been dreaming. “There you are Conejito,” he joked as she sat up a bit straighter, “Do you need to stay the night?”

She shook her head, “No. Thank you though,” she glanced at the clock, she still had some time before she had to be back. “We have time for one more movie I think.” Her eyes landed on his lips, feeling hers tingle at the memories of the dream. He had to like her too right? Why would he just let her sit on his lap like she had? They had been hanging out more alone so that had to mean something. She just wanted him. 

“Yeah I think we have time for one more,” he moved her off of him reaching for the case holding multiple movies, “That is, if you can stay awake for it,” he laughed as he leaned back holding the case out to her. She didn’t glance their way as she threw the blanket off her shoulders, hands holding onto his face as she brought her lips to his, legs straddling his right thigh. He was still underneath her the seconds that passed before she realized his arms never encircled her or that he even made an effort to kiss her back. 

She pulled back, seeing the surprised and confused look on Rafael’s face, her heart sinking as her eyes went wide with the realization as to what she had just done. “I-I’m-I’m so sorry,” she stammered out, getting off of him, hand covering her mouth. “I’m so so sorry.” She felt tears start to form as she got up from the couch stumbling to get her things, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have-. I’m so sorry.” 

His composure came back quickly as he stood to follow her, “Wait, where are you going?”

To die in a hole. Or live in a cave where I never have to show my face. “Out,” her cheeks burned as she struggled to get her shoe on to a point she could walk.

“You’re not going to drive,” he tried to reach for the keys in her coat pocket that she had on.

“I’m fine. I just have to go,” she looked up at him, reaching for the knob, “I’m so sorry again Rafael.” She quickly made her way out the door sprinting to her car, locking the doors once she was inside it. She saw Raf start to make his way towards her as she started the car pulling out of the driveway and onto the road before he made it to her. Her heart raced, tears streaming down her face, as she pulled over collecting herself. Why would you do that Cat? That was the dumbest move you could have ever done. She chastised as she leaned her head against the steering wheel trying to calm herself. If you ever had a chance you just ruined it now. She took a deep breath as she looked up to the road, she just needed to hide right now. Maybe just maybe she had actually drank enough to not remember this tomorrow. It could all feel like a dream and be forgotten about.

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We waited agonizing minutes for one to arrive. We're starting to elicit a few amused glances from the people around us. I break the kiss and tell her we should go back up to my place, to which she agrees enthusiastically. Now, the elevator situation in my building can be less than ideal during peak hours. So we're in the pool, still entangled and kissing. I live on the th floor, and it seems everyone else lives on a lower floor.

She stands in front of me, a damp towel around her waist. By the time it showed up, a small group of fellow passengers had queued up. I grip her waist urgently as we make our ascent, squeezing my hands each time a passenger disembarks. I grab her hips and pull her back into me as the rest of the people file in and select their floor.

Finally, the elevator is moving up, torturously slow toward our destination. This was going to take forever. Sarah and I step in first, www.goodreads.com press the button for my floor, and scoot to the back. I grab her hand and pull her down the correct hallway. I fling the door open and whisk her inside.

Closer and closer to we go, and I can see the excitement gleaming from her eyes in the door's reflection. I lean down and press my lips to hers, desperate to taste her kiss. Sarah still doesn't know her way around my building.

My hands tug at her waist, drawing her nearer to me; I couldn't be close enough to her. Her feet are barely touching the ground as I drag her to my doorstep. After waiting a few minutes to let the cold water work its magic on my hard member, we towel off and briskly walk to the elevators. I push her through and doors and she's practically jogging (in the wrong direction.

Her towel loosens and drops to the floor. Before the door can even close, I am on her. She shoots her tongue into my mouth, eliciting a surprised moan from men. Only now, I can feel her weight against me, her body pressing into mine. She runs her hands through my hair, down my neck and across my shoulders. She moans softly as my tongue plays against her lips.

I've forgotten how aggressive she can be. I cradle my arms under her and she wraps her legs around me as she had in the pool. I tell Sarah that she's fucking sexy, and she giggles - then shoots me a deadly look that can only mean one thing. I drop her onto my kitchen counter, her face level with mine.

I kick it away and draw her up into my arms. I pick her up and carry her to the couch as quickly as I can, dropping her on her back. I'm on top of her in a flash, kissing every inch of her. Before long, I turn her head to the side so my mouth can work on her neck; I feel her breathing deepen and slow as I nibble up and down. I lay gentle kisses upon it before biting down hard, which is met with a sharp gasp.

I move my lips across her chest - just under her collarbones - kissing my way to her other shoulder. I tease her mature nude middle aged women woman skin with bared teeth and I can feel the anticipation building in her body. We stare at each other - a wonderfully serene moment amid chaotic passion. To simply call her reaction "sexy" would be an injustice. I start with her lips, soft and sweet.

I pull my head back, biting her lip playfully. I find her shoulder, bare save for the thin strap of her bikini top. Her back arches when I bite down and a deep moan escapes her lips. She was taking quick but deep breaths, her breasts heaving each time she inhaled. It was a sight to behold.

She runs her hand up my neck and through my hair. Sarah was sprawled out, the skin on her chest and neck flushed and red. My hands trail down her hips to her legs. I rub her inner thighs with my thumbs as I slowly parted her legs.

I don't have the words to describe it - to feel her back contort involuntarily underneath me, to hear the moan just inches from my ear. Looking up, I can see anguish and anticipation written plainly on her face. I lean back on my knees to take her in for moment, surveying the beautiful young woman laying before me. She looks up at me expectedly, her eyes bright and alluring.

I felt intoxicated by her. She's biting her lip, her eyes practically begging for me to move quicker. I give her a rough, sloppy kiss before moving my mouth next to her ear. I rock back and forth, slowly thrusting my hips. She can only murmur a response as my cock rubs against her.

I ask her if she's been thinking about my cock - "All summer long," is her breathy reply. I want her to feel me, to feel how turned on I am. I tell her that I missed her, how badly I've wanted this. I don't know if I've ever heard anything sexier in all my life. I'm gazing directly in her eyes and tell her - "I need to taste you. " I see a smile start to creep onto her face as I sink towards her waiting pussy.

I smile back and reached down to caress her stomach. I lay down between her parted thighs, my cock pressing against her. I can feel her react to each one with my face pressed into her soft skin. I grip each of her thighs and pull her to the edge of the couch. Her bikini bottoms are inches from my face and I can make out the curves of her mound.

I lick the crease where her leg meets her hip. I kiss and bite and lick her inner thighs and she starts shaking - "Please, please, please" is all she can say, barely whispering her desire. I'm tantalizingly close but agonizingly far. Sarah puts her hands on my head, gently encouraging me to move faster, but I just smile and continue to tease her with kisses and nibbles.

With one finger, I graze her bikini feeling the heat of her pussy beneath the fabric. As I make my way down her gorgeous body, I plant small kisses on her stomach. I trail my finger up and Sarah lets out a low, sexy old ladies moan. The cold air of the room hitting her wet pussy is enough to make her quiver. Then, I take my finger and deftly lift her bikini and slide it to the side.

Now and then her eyes dart to the bulge in my swim trunks and she squirms with desire. The sweet smell fills me and I'm intoxicated; I want to dive right in. But I manage to control myself - I want to take my time and savor this girl I thought I'd lost.

I sit up to look at her. And she is certainly wet. She starts thrusting her hips up, desperate to feel my mouth older old naked woman woman and tongue. "Please, Jack," she pleads. Her smooth, shaved pussy is practically dripping. It's too much for her. "Is that what you want? I just hover over her, breathing warm air over her wet lips. "Please eat my pussy".

Still holding her bikini to the side, I position my mouth right over her. For me to lick your pussy? Please lick me, please. I can hear the desperation in her voice. " I'm just being mean at this point. Her voice catches and she moans loudly as I take my time with this one lap. I give her a second to recollect herself before diving back in for more.

" I decide that I've denied her (and myself) for long enough. It's warm and soft and impossibly wet. And I do mean dive; I pull her bikini off and then bury my face in her pussy. My tongue, thin and rigid now, finds the opening to her vagina. Her hands are on my head, combing and grabbing at my hair. My hands are on her thighs, squeezing tightly to keep her from squirming away.

I hold her down with my free hand and she whines like a wounded puppy. It takes me several seconds before I flick the tip of my tongue across her clit, causing a mini spasm to jolt through Sarah's body. Then I press my face further, penetrating her with my tongue. I can feel her wetness coating my face from my nose to my chin. I lap and suck and nibble her outer lips.

First I run my tongue around the edges, circling her hole. I can't get enough of her. Eventually, I reach my favorite destination: her very sensitive clit. First I probe, flicking my tongue this way and that, looking for the spot that makes her shudder.

My world is filled with her scent, a sweet perfume that's fueling my passion. Which way does she like again? After tongue-fucking her for a bit, my interests move up to her lips. I smile when I find it and then get to work. I flick my tongue against her velvety inner lips. "Mmmmmmmm," she moans deeply.

all over thirty the while, Sarah is moaning and gasping and encouraging me with hushed cries of "Yes! " she exclaims, suddenly unable to stifle her cries. I run my tongue in small circles. I flick my tongue from side to side. She's really squirming around and I'm finding it difficult to stay on track.

Sarah continues to throw obscenities as I find the right pace. Without warning, I take my tongue, flat and wide, and run it from the bottom to the top of her dripping wet pussy. "Oh," she gasps again and again. I move my tongue up and down. I think we have a winner. I can feel and see her body starting to tense up - she must be getting close.

And two, it's my way of telling her that she tastes amazing, and I would love nothing more than for her to cum on mouth and tongue right now. I find her clit once more and, while the rest of her body is writhing in pleasure, her pussy remains stable.

I grab her thighs tightly and hold her down. I start to moan into her pussy, which works on two levels. She yells out my name and her body convulses - I stop licking and simply hold my tongue against her as the orgasm washes over her body. I don't dare break stride with my tongue.

She tells me she's about to cum. She eventually collapses, sighing loudly. I look up at her and she's practically glowing. I lap up the wetness dripping from her pussy, a most welcome prize for my efforts. Her back arches and she moans with each spasm. She gives me that wry smile and I know things are only getting started. One, the vibration feels amazing on her clit. (To Be Continued)

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