Don't Call Me Cat!

Chapter 18: I Can't Just Pop Over!

TGI Friday everyone! Here's the latest update for you and this time it's back to Shannon and Catherine. Prepare yourself for the roller coaster and I hope you enjoy it! I love getting your feedback, so please let me know what you think and I promise to respond (as time allows). Have a great weekend xxx

The layers of sleep fell away like leaves in the Fall as I snuggled into the warmth of Shannon's body. The sun's rays brought with them a new day full of fresh possibilities. 

I was in no rush to get out of bed. Shannon was snoring ever so gently, giving me time to move up closer, resting my head on his outstretched arm while feeling his soft breath whispering over my skin. 

I breathed in deeply, savoring the smells of our entwined bodies.

Shannon stirred and draped his other arm around me to pull me in closer. "You weren't thinking of getting out of bed and leaving me here were you?" he murmured, cracking open his eyes and smiling.

 "I think there's unfinished business." He moved closer, brushing his lips across my shoulder and trailing kisses up my neck and all the way to my mouth. 

Any thoughts of the day ahead disappeared as he climbed on top of me, pinning me flat to the bed. "How's your happy place this morning?" 

He waited for my smart ass response but there was none. I returned his smile and traced my fingers through his scruffy beard and messy hair.

I didn't want to sound needy and I didn't want to push him away. I also didn't want to admit to myself how much I'd enjoyed last night. After a pause, I said: "You made my place a little happier."

"Just a little?" He pouted down at me, pressing his hardness into my belly. When I didn't answer, he snaked one arm under my waist and lifted himself slightly, teasing me. 

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he grinned. "I can stay hard like this for hours and watch your thoughts spinning in that little head of yours. How happy are you?"

I was afraid of admitting it to myself let alone voicing my feelings but I knew I didn't have hours to spend at the mercy of his erection. 

I slipped my hand down and guided him inside, watching his eyes close as he filled me up. 

"You made me a lot happier," I whispered, falling into a steady rhythm and losing myself in his tender kisses.

I was a lot happier but it terrified me. I'd been so used to being independent since dumping Christian and I'd vowed not to get involved with men for a long time. I just hadn't seen Shannon coming into my life until he was here in my bed. 

His hand moved up my leg, hooking it over his shoulder to penetrate even deeper, his hips rising and falling in time with our labored breathing. 

The ache was building deep down and I closed my eyes. It was like feeding the embers of a dying fire and seeing a tiny flame take hold and then burst into life. 

My tummy tightened and I collapsed underneath him, tiny aftershocks of the orgasm tightening around him. His jaw slackened and he withdrew quickly, gasping as relief swept over him in waves.

We lay there, enjoying that feeling of coming down from a sexual high: tiny shivers, hearts beating fast, muscles still taut. Shannon leaned over me to grab some tissues to clean up his mess, while I picked up my phone which had been on silent overnight.

I groaned, seeing two missed calls already this morning: one from Cassie, another from my dad.

"What's up?" Shannon rolled over to look at the screen. "Before you start worrying, why don't we get cleaned up first and then answer them. Come on. I'll run the shower and then make us some coffee."