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It was nice to be able to spend the day grooming, being artistic, and cooking. Cat had just finished taking a pan of cinnamon buns out of the oven and flopped down on the sofa to lounge and think for a few minutes. She had no idea what time Evan would be back. It was still early in the afternoon, so she probably had a little while.
He had left her a key and she had wandered the neighborhood around his apartment, going into little shops of various sorts until she had a small supply of grooming items, clothes, other necessities, and baking ingredients. She had no clue whether he liked cinnamon buns, but thought it was a good possibility. At any rate, she loved them.
As she waited, she suddenly realized that she had been in the best mood she could remember. That was puzzling. Why would acting like a housewife make her happy? Some sort of bio-engineering perhaps? She knew she would never be happy just cleaning and cooking… but if there was art too… It was a possibility. The shocking thing was, that particular possibility had never occurred to her. She had never known a man she wanted to take care of. She had never stayed in a house and felt comfortable and, well, loved. She didn’t want to get her hopes too high for this relationship, but… She found a sketchpad and pencils she had purchased earlier and set to work taking her mind off thinking about the future.
A bit after six o’clock, just as the sun was going down, Cat heard keys jingling in the door lock. She pushed herself up off the floor, where she was sketching a print of Nike of Samothrace, and wandered over to the door.
Evan looked stunning even coming from work. He was dressed nicely, though he was slightly ruffled by now. He wore charcoal pants and a red wine colored button down shirt, with the top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His dark hair was tied into a tight knot at the back of his neck, but a few strands had come loose around his face. His five o’clock shadow made him look rougher than she had seen him, but it was so sexy that she had to concentrate considerably not to jump him then and there. He grinned when he saw her and the adorable boyish quality made her feel completely melted inside.
* * *
She had dressed in distressed boot cut jeans that fit her booty more perfectly than she could have imagined possible, and a loose black off-the-shoulder angora sweater. She had left her hair in soft curls and they waved around her face and shoulders giving her a certain untamed look. He liked it. A lot. She looked amazing and he smelled her own vanilla scent and… cinnamon? He was starving and would have to ask soon, but there were more pressing matters.
He pushed the door shut behind himself and slid an arm around Cat’s back and under her shirt, taking a moment to enjoy the cool silkiness of the skin on her back, and the warm softness of the skin on her tummy. She smiled, and leaned into him, purring softly as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed her ear, then cheek, and finally lips. She returned his kiss with slightly open lips, nipping gently on his lower lip until he let her tongue glide past his. He pulled her tighter to himself as she kissed passionately, eyes closed. She let a hand wander from cupping the side of his face, down his neck, over his muscled chest, down his side, to cup the firming gift in his pants. He guided her slowly backwards to the sofa, unfastening her bra under her sweater as they went.
When the backs of her knees bumped the sofa, Evan stopped and held Cat around the waist, just looking at her face. Though always beautiful, it held the potential to look harsh and cold. Now however, it was glowing and open, and wonderful. He kissed lightly on her forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. Then he moved to her weak spot, the side of the neck, from her shoulder all the way up to and including her ear. He began by kissing lightly, up and down. Then, he kissed harder, and sucked the skin a little. Finally he bit gently up and down her neck, and then firmly held that one spot where her pulse showed through between his teeth and lips. She swayed into him grinning, whimpering, and her eyes looked dreamy.
He pulled her sweater off over her head and her bra fell to the floor with it. She reached to un-tuck his shirt, but he caught her wrists and began kissing her chest, from the collarbone, down, between her breasts, to her bellybutton. When she seemed unlikely to resist, he let go, unfastened her jeans, and slid them over the swell of her bum and hips. They fell the rest of the way to the floor and she stepped out of them as he lowered her to the sofa.
He cupped each breast, taking care not to touch the nipples and massaged gently. When she began to squirm, he began kissing and licking the swell of each and around to the sides of her ribcage. She managed to undo the knot his hair was in, but stopped there. He lightly stroked up and down her tummy and sides with his slightly rough hands and then moved down to her hips and thighs. She parted her legs without prompt and he stroked her slit as he took a nipple in his mouth, alternating between licking and sucking. She moaned like a porn star as he dipped one, then two fingers, into her. She was warm and incredibly wet and he had to fight himself not to jerk down his pants and take her. Had she looked at his package, she would have seen that men can get a little wet too sometimes, and this time it showed.
He knelt between her legs and kissed from her bikini line to her lips, then licked the entire length of her slit, then pulled her clit into his mouth. He sucked hard for a second then went back to teasing all the folds with the tip of his tongue. She was panting. He wanted her so badly he could hardly stand it. He teased until she was on the verge of coming, then stopped.
She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing and licking until she had gotten all her wetness from his lips. She unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as she could manage with the distraction of him nuzzling her neck and breathing sweetly dirty nothings in her ear. He shrugged it off and she moved to his belt and pants. They were easier to remove, buckle, button, zipper, and down they went. She kissed a line from his lips down his jaw, shoulder, chest, stomach, over to the little cut line up near his hip, down to his thighs. Then, oh, then, she moved to her favorite part of all. She licked and kissed and softly massaged him, relishing the soft smooth skin, and the incredible warmth and hardness of his member. She licked and kissed the length of him, taking a great deal of time tickling the skin just around the head with the tip of her tongue, which nearly sent him into convulsions. Just when he was panting and moaning enough, she took all of him in her mouth at once, which was no easy feat. She went slowly, taking him in, and sucking as she drew back. She loved the feel of his soft and firm head on the back of her throat and then sliding silkily and wet over her tongue and between her lips. She kept it up until he was trembling all over and he gripped the edge of the sofa cushions so hard his knuckles were white.
Abruptly, Evan stood up, scooped Cat up and bent her over in front of him. She grabbed her ankles and he plunged into her warm wetness. The initial sensation nearly overcame them both, but soon, Evan found a sweet and hard rhythm. He grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him so hard he feared he would hurt her, but her cries and moans said nothing of pain. She was loving every minute. He reached with one hand around the front of her and rubbed her as he continued to move in and out. She came with a breathless cry and a rush of her own liquid down her thighs. Her sounds and the way her muscles tightened around him when she came were too much for him, and he finished too, with one final thrust and a growl low in his throat.
For a moment they both stood there panting, tingling, a bit numb, and not sure what to do about all the fl
uid trickling down Cat’s thighs. Finally, Evan scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. They took a quick shower together, having a great deal of fun soaping up one another and splashing around like children.
* * *
After they had dried off, Evan decided that he was far too hungry to put off the cinnamon scented question any longer.
‘So, little one, what smelled so heavenly?’
‘Cinnamon buns. Do you like them?’
‘Like isn’t the word I would use.’
‘Oh. I suppose I should have asked. I can make something else if you’d like…’
‘Love is far closer to the word I would use.’
‘I see,’ she smiled and tossed a throw pillow at him. ‘There’s a homemade pizza ready to put in the oven too. I just wasn’t sure what you’d want on it.’
‘Better watch out, cutie. I could get too used to this to let you leave.’
She didn’t know what to say to that because she wasn’t ready to admit what she had been feeling all day, which was that she wanted exactly that. So she just grinned, gave him a big hug, and turned the oven on.
* * *
Evan doubted Cat had any idea how close to the truth what he had said about not wanting her to leave was. He had thought about her constantly since the night they met. He wanted to get her out of his mind but he couldn’t. It wasn’t any fun at all to be head over heels for someone when they weren’t just as head over heels for you. Well, he said he wanted to get her out of his mind… What he really wanted was for her to miraculously declare undying love for him, that way he could think about her all the time and not have to worry about throwing his heart out to get smashed again. He had told himself he wouldn’t let that happen ever again. And he had done a good job of it too, for two years. However, now, he just wasn’t that determined to avoid heartbreak at any cost. Not when that cost was missing out on Cat Williams. He couldn’t believe he had fallen so hard. Not so quickly anyway. And he wasn’t even sure what it was about her that made him… dare he say it… love her. Well, he couldn’t tell her that yet. Not until he was absolutely sure. Being wrong would just make things awful. Deep in his heart and soul, however, he knew he wasn’t wrong. He was surer of it than he had been of anything his entire life. Now, the matter was just hoping she felt about him like he did about her.
* * *
Cat perched herself atop a cabinet in the kitchen while waiting for the pizza to finish cooking. Twenty minutes can seem like a lifetime when you’re starving and trying not to look completely love sick. She kept stealing glances at Evan while he glided around the kitchen setting out dishes and napkins and making drinks.
He really was beautiful for a man. He had just pulled on a pair of jeans after their shower and the muscles in his upper body were really spectacular. It wasn’t like they were particularly large, it was that he was so big and they were so well formed, that he looked like a classical Greek statue. Maybe the spear bearer Doryphoros. At any rate, he was fantastic eye candy, with his damp hair, which she had determined was the deepest shade of chocolate, hanging down over his shoulders. She sighed wistfully, hoping that he would be ready for a second or third round later in the evening. She wasn’t normally a nympho, but he certainly had turned her into one.
She wished she knew how he felt about her. He was completely unreadable and he didn’t talk much. He certainly loved to touch and kiss her, and he smiled a lot. And when he held her he didn’t do it half heartedly. It was so…caring. And protective. And loving? Certainly not. Why… how could he possibly? No. She wouldn’t even allow herself to think such things. She would just end up falling way too much and getting hurt.
But wasn’t this what she wanted? Someone to come home to? Someone to say ‘I love you’ to? Someone to say it back and give you hugs and kisses and do wonderfully naughty things to you in bed? Yes. Yes, damnit, it was exactly what she wanted and now she was afraid to take it.
Then Evan looked up from the table at her and smiled, and it was so warm and genuine and made her so warm and fuzzy that she decided then and there to jump even though she was afraid. Terrified, more like it. She would go for it with all her heart, because, really, that was the only way to do anything right. And this might be the chance of a lifetime.
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