Interlude

Here's a little something I am working on, a snippet. As always, please enjoy it, or hate it, comment or not, but it is my work, please don't copy it, it is copyright me.

Interlude

Catherine was dressed only in a loose fitting satin slip and had just finished her morning coffee when the door knocked quietly. She got up, dropping her coffee cup off in the kitchen, she went to the door, looked through the spy hole and saw Henry standing on her step. As soon as she undid the latch Henry pushed at the door, quickly shutting it behind him as he stepped inside. His lips crushed hers as he embraced her a little roughly, his hands holding her head as he stooped to kiss her. His tongue probed, sliding across her teeth, searching as his lips bruised hers. His roughness evaporated quickly and his embrace became sensual as his lips gently caressed her, his tongue probing and sliding between in a sexually suggestive way, as if he were kissing her in a most personal place and seeking her pleasure. She felt herself stepping back and leaning against the wall. Her hands around his shoulders as she kissed back, her fingers stroking his neck and caressing his ears. She moved her head, breaking the contact, leaning to one side and kissing his ear she slowly forced her tongue into his ear, her breathing becoming more intense as the moment aroused her to a point of wanton longing. She was only too aware of his arousal as he pushed against her. She grasped him through his clothes, feeling him, hearing him groan as she massaged him and penetrated his ear with her tongue.

Henry slipped his hand around her back, his fingers gently moving in the soft forgiving valley of her rear, fingers gliding in the slickness of her slight perspiration. His left hand slid down gently, playing momentarily, before moving past to the moist warmth of her womanhood. His hand came back to slide once more amongst the perspiration dampened valley walls, as her hand gripped him more firmly. Catherine grasped the hardness through his clothes, his trouser zip pressing, almost cuttingly into him as she pulled back to release him from within the confines of his clothes. Henry pulled her slip up and stooping slightly, he bit at her side, his teeth leaving a small nip mark as they pinched at her skin. His right hand cupped her, pushing gently at her as his mouth followed the direction of his hand.

Catherine shuddered as a small explosion rippled through her body, moving up to tingle at her bosoms before evaporating somewhere in her shoulders and neck. She pulled back laughing as she saw his flushed face glistening with her moisture.

“Hi Henry”

“Hi Cath. I managed to get away and all I could do was think of you and taking your clothes off, and kissing you, and lapping you and making love to you, and I was so aroused I just hoped you were here and free”

“Well apart from the girls having coffee in the kitchen, yes” He paled and jumped back, a look of absolute horror on his face. “Just joking, Henry, just joking. Look, I’m not dressed yet. There’s just you, me and your hormones in this house.”

Catherine slowly unbuckled his belt as she spoke, and then as the heavy belt gapped at his waist, she undid the button of his trousers followed by the zip. As she let go, the trousers fell to the floor, the belt making a sharp noise as it hit the tiles. Catherine’s hands moved around his silk boxers, touching everywhere but his desire, making sure that no matter how much he twisted and turned, he did not manage to make contact with her hands.

“Tease,” he gasped as eventually he felt the fresh air of her hallway, seeking desperately to fall into her hands and to be touched, pulled, help, gripped, stretched, wanting desperately to feel the hot warmth of her body as it entered her, penetrated her to the depths of her inner sanctums.

Catherine quickly stepped back and away, heading away from the front door to the stairway. Henry stumbled as he tried to follow her, his trousers in a tangle at his ankles. Henry stopped and pulled his trousers up, catching them at the waist, but not zipping the fly. He slipped his shoes off, and left them by the hallstand, following Catherine up the stairs to her bedroom. As he walked through the bedroom door, her hands slipped around his waist and she kissed him hard between the shoulder blades, her hands once again undoing his trouser waistband. This time her hands slid beneath the elastic waist of his silk boxers, gently squeezing him as she rubbed herself against his backside.

“You know I had a really hot dream about you this morning” Henry said.

“Oh yes?” Catherine murmured, remembering her own dreams this morning as Alice was waking up, “ You had better tell me all about it then”

“I don’t know how the dream started, I was really quite sleepy, but where I remember it from is where I had got the shaving stuff out”

Catherine slowly pulled his boxers down, using her feet to guide them the last few inches. Her mouth was now level with the top of the crease that started at the base of his spine, her tongue began to invade, knowing that this was almost the one thing that drove him over the edge, the one thing that meant he would do anything she asked – almost. Henry was really struggling. He was standing with his feet slightly apart with Catherine kissing him. It was just about the most incredibly sensual hot, loving thing anyone had ever done. No one else had ever kissed him there. The feeling was completely indescribable, As Cathy licked, or sucked or probed, the feeling was exactly the same as the moment of culmination, but lasted all the time she was doing it – there was no crescendo, no peaking – it just lasted as an intense moment throughout the time. No one else had ever done this to him. No one else had ever had this effect on him. He had once been given opiate based drugs whilst in hospital and until Cathy had done this to him, had never felt anything approaching the pleasure of those drugs. Until now. And now Cathy surpassed anything that had happened to him before.

His legs were wobbling, his knees felt weak, his throat went dry, the pleasure was almost too much to bear, and then she stopped. “You were saying?” she said, her hands slipping around to once more grasp him, “shaving stuff?”

Henry felt the intensity subside a little, but still a level of pleasure that he had rarely felt with anyone before Cathy, but at a level that Cathy almost always started him at – before his pleasure level went through the roof. “You were lying on the bed, on a towel with your legs apart. I had just trimmed you and had placed a hot wet towel on you, ready for the next phase.”

Catherine felt a tremor in her groin; this had been a fantasy of hers – one that she had not shared with Henry. It was a little scary that he had picked up on this and melded it into his dreams.

“I then went to the bathroom and bought back the shaving gel and a razor and a shaving brush. First of all I gently spread the gel, giving you a pale minty sheen. I then took the brush and gently lathered into every crevice to ensure that nowhere could be missed. And then I started to shave you. Very gently, and very slowly, washing the razor in hot water I removed every hair. You were as naked as the lips on your mouth. I then rinsed you with the hot flannel and wiped you clean with the warm towel. As I gently wiped you, it hit, and you squeezed me so tight, it was a really powerful dream.”

Catherine was stunned; she had no idea what to say. It was her fantasy in every detail. What should she do next? Not all fantasies should become reality – some things were better left dreamt. But did this fall into that category? She sometimes wondered if men who liked shaved women secretly lusted after children, but she knew that that was just not the case with Henry. But to be almost word perfect on her fantasy, a fantasy she had not shared with anyone, or written down anywhere. No way could he have known it. It must have been a coincidence she decided, as she once more moved her lips to him, to lap and lick and kiss in a way that drove him absolutely wild. Henry let out an almighty groan as he convulsed in a sensation of pure pleasure. He turned round to face her kneeling body.

Catherine had another flash back to her morning dream, startled for a moment, wondering if that early dream had been a moment of déjà vu. As in her dream, she held Henry, gently pulling back to reveal a glistening as the daylight reflected off the shiny moisture laden redness. Her tongue slipped from between her teeth, reaching to gently touch the tip, to lap at the small dewdrop of fluid waiting for her. Gently she rocked back and forth, her mind lost in the erotic dream, her hand stole down to press herself as the bed had done this morning, her fingers stimulating her along with the memories of the dream that aroused her so much that morning.

Catherine herself felt his tightening, felt the tremors in his shaft, and knew that his time was near. Her breath became more ragged and harder, her gulps of air bigger and deeper, her moans more primitive as she lapped at him and pleasured herself. She raised her free hand from where it had balanced her on the floor, Henry moaned, huge long drawn sighs as pleasure circulated his every essence.

Catherine let out a huge cry as her muscles all seemed to let go at once and a small moment of her reality crossed and joined with Henry as they unknowingly shared each others most innermost desire.

Somehow, neither was really aware of how, they found their way to the bed and fell into a cuddling sleep, holding each other the way that only true lovers seem to. She lay there, dreaming of lovemaking, of a life with this man that was more than stolen moments, which offered pleasure on tap, not by schedule. He lay, sated, his body drained, his flaccid penis untroubled by the dreams of lovemaking with Cathy that filled his head every time he slept.

When Catherine awoke, she felt his warmth surrounding her; his aroma filled her nostrils. She snuggled deeper into his arms, her rear pressing against him, lying soft in the crevice of her backside, and she thought of this man lying with her. She felt him stir, a small moan escaped his lips, felt him stiffen slightly in the flesh of her bottom. Catherine smiled wondering what dreams he was having, wondered if he was with her or another woman, another conquest – some exotic beauty from a foreign country? Deciding that was a thought she would stop right there and then. She slipped from his arms and rolled gently from the bed, and softly made her way to the en-suite.

Shaking her head, trying to control the urges that she felt, she finished, washed her hands and went back to the bed. Henry was lying sprawled on his stomach, legs apart, his head to one side as he slumbered in a deep post coital sleep. Catherine crept onto the bed, lying next to him, she took in his smell and soon slipped into a deep rhythmic sleep, dreams that were fragments of the mornings events took over as she slipped into oblivion, safe in the knowledge that he was at her side.

As she slept, she dreamt once more that he had shaved her, and that now he was gently attending her with his lips, his slight moustache stubble rasping s it slid across her delicate skin, close but never quite on the target. She raged in frustration but could not seem to make him do as she wished, she thrashed in the bed as she held him by the ears and tried to direct his head, but he was too strong, she struggled as his mouth slipped across her, now bare and shiny, frustrated as he lapped and slid his tongue, the pressure building as he refused to direct himself to the one thing that needed his attention. Her frustration suddenly evaporated as she awoke confused from her dream, erupting, reality and dreams seemingly one. The only difference between dreams and reality was the down that she still sported.

“Stop, Lords sake stop.” She called out, “Let me get my breath”.

“Oh, you are awake then?” He twinkled at her, “thought that you would never wake up.”

Catherine just sat and took some deep breaths and tried to collect herself. She moved slightly away from Henry, forcing him to disengage, and then snuggled back, her breast level with his, her face level with his, her eyes dark and fiery, looking directly into his, greyish blue and sparkling. “Oh ‘Mr Out For The Count’, you are a fine one to talk, dead to the world after a small session all you did was fall asleep. Where was my morning of rampant passion?”

Henry smiled his quiet enigmatic smile, and said simply “Oh. You thought I was asleep. I see. That explains that then”

Catherine punched him on the shoulder and snuggled deeper into his arms. ‘Thought he was asleep indeed’ she mused, feeling his arousal hard between her legs, she moved position slightly, pushed herself ever so slightly back, and with a small push, she had him. She could not help but think of her fantasy – being shaved by a man, and how his dream had matched it. It was something she was sure should not translate into real life – not all fantasies could be allowed to come true - after all, if they did, there would be no mystery to life.

They were disturbed by the ringing of the phone, “I’d better answer it,” Catherine said, “you never know who it might be”. Who it might be turned out to be the school. ‘Alice was sick, could someone go and pick her up?’ Catherine sighed – it was almost as if she were Alice’s mother rather than an aunt, and just recently it felt like she was getting all the downsides of parenting, and not the ups.