Whisper Destiny

Chapter 44

~ Natasha ~

I lifted myself up, gently pressing my lips to Catherine's. A sense of confusion lingered in my actions, but the kiss felt like a silent thank you for what she had done for me, a moment ago.

Our kisses deepened over the next few minutes, growing more urgent and passionate. Then, Catherine began to trail her lips downward. I thought she is getting up from the bed, then she startled me when she kissed my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion.

"If this is a one-time thing for us, then of course I need to taste you," Catherine said, her voice low and sultry as she began trailing kisses from my navel down to the delicate curve of my mound.

"But I..." I hesitated, my nerves rising. Catherine stopped her movement and raised an eyebrow in question.

"This isn't my thing, and no one's ever done this to me before, I don't think I'll come from this." I admitted.

"I'll be the judge for that" she said continue her mission.

I can see Catherine eyes sparkling when she was met with the wetness of my pussy, like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. I watch Catherine slowly lean in and she pressed her nose at my pussy, and smell it. Her unexpected action and hot breath make me took a deep breath—oh god, goosebumps rise on my whole body. She then look at my direction before slowly licking my slit. I moaned at the contact. She gives me a wink.

Then, Catherine began to lick my pussy. My breath become heavy again, and I placed my hand behind Catherine's head, pressing her more to my pussy.

"Don't stop," I moaned, and realized I'd said that just a moment ago.

I never imagine oral sex can be this good. I wasn't sure if it was awful of me to be surprised, but Catherine is good at this, she gave a very good head. I started to fell in love with her mouth, just her mouth.

She was incredibly attentive, paying close attention to the sound of my voice, the way I reacted to her touch to know exactly what I liked.

By now, I had become disheveled, with pillows scattered everywhere, but I didn't care anymore. My moans grew louder with each passing second, and I was grateful our neighbors were far enough not be able to hear it.

"Oh my god... keep doing that" I said when I feel she slipped her tongue inside of me. It feels so good. Once again, my orgasm building up. I keep pushing myself up onto Catherine's mouth, totally surrender in her mercy.

"Please... don't stop, I'm close..."

"Cate...pleaseee" I beg her.

"I won't..." she replied, the vibration when she speak intensified my arousal.

When I feel that my orgasm is approaching, I suddenly feel Catherine fingers being thrusted inside of me.

"Oh god... oh god... oh god, fuck!!!" I arching my back, overwhelmed with the intensity. I felt so good right now, so good that I had never experience before.

"Don't stop...please..."

Catherine thrust deep and fast inside of me while she keeps sucking on my clit.

"Catherine..." I let out a scream that I would never expected. My orgasm is more intense than the last one. I can feel Catherine slowing down her movement, bringing me down from my high.

Catherine came into view as I panted hard, trying to catch my breath. She kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on her lips, a mingling of our shared intimacy.

She is incredible. This is the most intense sex I ever had my whole life. The best I had and anyone before her could not even compared.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"Yeah..." I replied shortly, unable to find the right words to express the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling.

She gave me a warm smile before slowly standing up from the bed and slipping back into her robe.

"Wait here," she said softly, then disappeared into the bathroom.

What is she doing? Is this a gay thing? Shouldn't I return the favor to her? Confusion swirled in my mind as I lay on the bed, trying to make sense of the moment.

Then she returned with a bowl of water and a napkin. I still lay on the bed and very naked, watching her curiously. Gently, she began to clean me up, her touch soft and soothing. The gesture surprised me.

"Is this a gay thing?" I asked, curious about her actions.

She smiled warmly. "No, I just want you to sleep comfortably. Since this is your first time with a woman, did you notice how 'wet' you got?"

Now that she mentioned it, I realized how damp the bedsheet had become. I let her continue cleaning me, feeling oddly cared for in a way I hadn't expected. Plus, I don't have the energy to protest.

"Do you do this for everyone you sleep with?" I asked, unable to hold back my curiosity and feeling a slight pang of jealousy.

She looked at me then answered, "No, I don't. Only you."

She then replaced the bedsheet with a fresh one. As I lay there, I contemplated asking her a question that had been on my mind for a while.

"Goodnight, Tash," she said softly. I held her hand before she could move away.

"Wait... don't I need to return the favor to you?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

She smiled at me again, a warmth in her eyes that made my heart flutter. I realized that tonight, she had smiled more than any other time I had seen her.

"Tonight is all about you," she replied gently. "You don't need to do anything that you're not comfortable with."

Then she slip away to go to her room. Our moment together keeps replying on my mind until I dozed-off.

As much as Natasha wanted to despise Catherine, and despite Catherine's aversion to attachment, their intimate moment tonight had irrevocably changed the dynamic between them. The lingering touches and whispered words wove a new thread into the fabric of their relationship, altering it in a way that neither could ignore. The intensity of their connection left both women conflicted, unable to deny the growing bond that had formed despite their efforts to resist it.