Me Against Her (Cate Blanchett x OC)

Day 2

*Smut warning*

When Cate woke up the next morning, I knew that she was no longer guided by a sense of morality but rather carefree abandon, because she didn't call me Edith anymore. I thought I'd opened a door, but instead I knocked down an entire floodgate. 

"Edie," she cooed while still in bed, "I've forgotten how wonderful it feels...just waking up to someone I'm really happy to see." 

She propped up her head up with one hand against her pillow, her elbow extending to her smooth armpit and sideboob in a series of smooth curves. 

"I think this motel is loosening you up," I teased. I was already up and making us breakfast. 

"What are you thinking about?" 

"You."

"Come here." 

My fingers still covered in strawberry jam, I walked over and plopped down on her covers. She sat up, holding the bedsheets across her breast, and kissed me deeply. I became a bit self-conscious as I realized that there was just a layer of cotton between me and her naked body. 

"Now what are you thinking about?" 

Her beautiful face and bare shoulders filled up my field of vision, and the scent of her lemongrass lotion permeated my nostrils. So I said, "How attracted I am...to your amazing personality." 

She nudged me gently and shot me a sly look, "What else?" 

"Your intellect." 

"How respectful of you. If you were a man, I'd be touched." 

"What would you do right now, if I were a man?" 

"Well," she lay back down again, scrutinizing me with those slender blue pools filled with craving, "I'd put on my clothes and drive home." 

"Thank god I'm not one then." 

"Good. That gives me a bit more reason to stay." 

I sat there awkwardly with my hands hanging in midair, afraid to soil her sheets. 

"Are you gonna go wash your hands now? Or sit there and watch me get dressed?" 

"Oh, sorry," I went back to the kitchen area, my face burning. 

"I mean, either is fine by me." 

I had my back to her, but even over the sound of the faucet running I could hear her feet touch the ground. I knew that even the slightest peek would turn into full-blown staring, but I did it anyway. 

And holy shit. I fell into the time warp that messed with your head when you saw something so gorgeous, that afterwards you felt you didn't look at it at all, because there wasn't enough time in the world to take in all the details. Just a flesh-colored blur of the most mind-bending exquisite forms, movements, and textures. 

Then my gaze was sucked into hers. "Catch a good look of my personality and intellect?" 

"The best. Wish I had more time." 

"Are you scared of intimacy, darling?" 

The abrupt question made all the hairs on my neck stand up. "Why?" I shifted my focus onto the scrambled eggs and toast. 

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You're not. At all."

"Are you sure? You seem more comfortable with spreadsheets."

"That's true." I admitted,  "But this is probably the most comfortable I've felt in my life with anyone." 

"Me too," having put on a bathrobe, she slinked towards me and wrapped her arms around me from behind, kissing my neck, "so do I have to pop the question? Come to bed with me."

The directive was so clear and irresistible, I had to finally say what I had on my mind the whole morning, "I really really want to, Cate, but...I started my period today." I shriveled as if a teenager asking a gym teacher to sit out for PE, "I'm so sorry, I know we only have 2 more days together, and I'll be bleeding and cramping the entire time."

Little did I know that my admission would lead to the most excruciating of agonies. 

"I don't care," she said, "I like not having to put lube on you." 

"But it's our first time, Cate," I said, "I want it to be wonderful, not me making a crime scene on a bed at a motel..." 

Her mood turned cold, as if she snapped back to the role of my boss instead of my lover. "I thought you were breaking up with me in two days. It's now or never." 

"That's why I'm so bummed. It's like my uterus heard my promise and tried to stage an intervention." 

"You're exhausting. Now sit there and watch." 

Cate pinned me to the couch and walked over to her bed. She slowly untied her bathrobe and yanked it off with one hand, our eye contact holding strong like molasses. Stark naked, she sat down on the edge of the bed facing me, kicked one foot on the nightstand, and began touching herself. 

Unable to contain myself anymore, I walked over, wanting to put my mouth where her hands were. But she gestured for me to go back to my seat. 

"You've been a real tease, so you can't participate this time," she said, "just watch. And for your information, this doesn't count as a first time." 

My eyes dropped down to where her fingers were, now prying her labia open and drawing circles around her own clit. "Hmmmmm," she sighed, pressing her own button repeatedly until her fingers started making a slippery sound against her own body. I sat there as if the wind had been knocked out of me - my core started aching badly too, and it was not because of cramps. 

"Please let me join, Mommy," I begged, "I regret what I said." 

"No, sit. You missed your chance." She stood up, knelt onto the bed, and shoved a pillow between her legs. "Now Mommy needs to fuck this pillow in front of you real bad." 

Propping her torso up with one hand, she started humping the pillow vigorously, her boobs bouncing off of its surface like liquid. "Ahhhhhh - " she moaned as a wave of intense pleasure emanated from her groin and washed over her limbs. There was a tense frown between her eyebrows, whether due to angst or extreme arousal, I couldn't tell. 

Barely 30 seconds passed before she said, breathless, "Mommy's gonna cum. So hard." Then she threw her head back as her body turned rigid and trembled, "Don't you dare look away." 

My heartbeat moved from my chest to between my legs, compounding the dull ache that wouldn't go away. It would persist for the rest of the day, trapped within me, unresolved, co-inhabiting my body along with shame like thick cotton in a pillowcase.