Romantic Evening

disclaimers: csi are not mine...

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For the entirety of the thirty minute drive, Catherine’s hand rests on my thigh. The simple gesture fills me with such an intense, almost fierce affection and I know I’m more in love than I have ever been.

The light outside the front door comes on automatically as we step onto the terrace. I unlock the door and lead my Catherine by the hand over the threshold of our romantic little retreat. As I flip on the lamp in the living room and light the candles I’d arranged earlier I notice Catherine looking around, her eyes sparkling. I press play on the stereo and the gentle sounds of my specially chosen CD fill the air. With the softest of kisses against Catherine’s waiting lips I scoot into the kitchen and grab the bottle of champagne from the fridge along with two champagne flutes.

“How did you find this place?” she asks in wonder, peering out of the window into a garden bathed in moonlight.

“Its Shayla’s parent’s holiday cabin,” I answer, passing her both the glasses while I pop the cork on our champagne. I pour some into each glass and set the bottle on a side table before taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. "She is my best friend from college"

“it’s just beautiful Sara but you didn’t have to go to so much trouble just for me.”

“Catherine, of course I did - it’s you. I just wanted to do something special for us and when Shayla brought me here and told me we could use this place, I jumped at the chance. It’s perfect for someone as perfect as you.”

I see tears pooling in her incredible, twinkling blue eyes. “Sara, I’m far from perfect. Just being with you, anywhere, is perfect for me.” I feel the pricking of my own tears of joy and smile at her caressing her cheek gently before sealing our lips with a slow, loving kiss.

I don’t want to rush things and I’m no longer anxious. This place, the music and the mood has had a needed calming influence. Catherine on the other hand is a little nervous. I can tell by the tentative movement of her lips. I take her glass and place it on the table then get up from the couch and extend my hand to her.

“Dance with me.” Her beautiful eyes lock onto mine and she takes my hand. We both kick off our shoes and I swing her one time making her giggle. I have dreamt about doing this and now I finally get to live out my dream! As I dance with my amazing girlfriend, I feel everything zoning out apart from her, the music and this moment. Nothing else matters; it’s just her and me. As I gaze into her eyes I can tell her previous nervousness has evaporated and I can’t help but believe my earlier assessment: she’s perfect!

Catherine rests her head in the crook of my neck, snuggling close, her hand pressed against my heart. God, I never want this feeling to end.

“Why have you never told me you dance?”

“I don’t know really, it just never came up I suppose. Plus every time we went to a club with the guys, I was too busy looking at you to get up and dance myself.”

“Now you don’t have to just look, I’m all yours!” she whispers into my ear. I look at her face seeing that magical mix of love and blossoming lust in her sparkling blue eyes.

Capturing her face between my palms, I take her lips in mine, pouring all of me into that kiss. I need her to know just how much she means to me and just what she does to me. Our dance has become less about the romance and more about the raw need, about getting as much of our bodies in contact as possible. Grinding my hips against hers I moan deep in my throat feeling her shiver against me.

Backing her towards the bedroom, I cup her ass and lift her against me, to which she wraps her legs around my hips determined not to break our kiss. This is it, we are finally about to give ourselves to each other.

As we stumble into the room I set her back down on her feet and quickly light the candles as Catherine takes in the beautiful setting. I turn back to her and my heart melts, she is incredible. I can’t believe what I have right here for the taking. Stepping towards her I whisper. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you do to me, here.” I press my hand to my heart. “And what you do to me, here.” I slide the hand seductively to the apex of my thighs.

Launching herself at me, our lips crash together again and hands begin to wander. I find the zipper of her most elegant dress and slowly begin to draw it downwards. I am still mindful of Catherine’s previous sexual encounter and the mental scars that take a lot longer to heal than the physical ones. I want to be careful that she is comfortable so every action is deliberately slow, giving her time to adjust. Even so, it isn’t long before I have my hands inside the back of the dress running freely up and down her spine, realizing in delight that she isn’t wearing a bra.

Easing the silky fabric over her shoulders I kiss her collarbone up to her neck. The marks, though much fainter, are still visible and it stabs at my heart to think of that evil bastard attacking the most important person in my life. I force my pain down remembering this is all part of the healing process and that we have waited, allowed the necessary time to heal. Now it’s the right time to move on through and demonstrate our love.

Drawing the fabric down to her cleavage I bury my face against her chest, kissing and loving every inch of the skin I reveal before letting go of the dress and allowing it to pool at her feet. She steps out forward out of the dress towards me wearing only silky white panties and though I’ve seen her body before it feels like the first time. I’m left breathless.

My hand travels up her body to her neck and I pull her tight against me, our mouths once again melding. It takes Catherine no time at all to get both her hands inside my shirt and oh how my body reacts. A moan is torn from my throat as her right hand finds my breast and squeezes it firmly. Catherine grins at my reaction and I can feel the aching need building rapidly in my center.

Catherine drags my shirt off my body and bites her lip, wide eyes raking my newly exposed skin. I take her by the hand and lead her to the bed shimmying out of my trousers as I ask her to kneel in the middle. I join her on the bed and Catherine tries to pull me into another kiss but this time I’m having none of it. I chuckle at her frustrated groan as I position myself behind her.

I draw her hair away from her shoulders and begin to leave little soft kisses in its wake. I want to show her just how much she means to me. I need her to know how she should always be treated. Catherine tilts her head to the left offering more succulent skin to my insistent mouth and I won’t deny her, or myself. I kiss up, nip at her earlobe and lick back down. The taste of her smooth skin is subtle and delicate and addictive.

I wrap my arm gently around her, my hand sliding over her soft belly and up to her right breast. I massage it slowly but firmly and she whimpers. God, there’s a sound I need to hear again and again and again! As I trail my left hand to cup her left breast, repeating my actions, she raises her hand over her head and weaves her fingers into my hair encouraging me to press on.

Catherine’s hips start moving of her own accord, showing me just how turned on she is. I lick at her ear as I gently trail one of my hands further south. The heat exhaling from her center makes me moan and deepens my own ache. The beautiful woman in my arms begins to beg for my touch and I’m undone. When I do touch her, Catherine body reacts immediately. I hold her tight and slip my hand into those sexy little panties. With two fingers I so gently ease down and touch her. God, she’s so wet for me. I drag my fingers over her outer lips which massively increases the volume of her moans.

Catherine knows I’m playing it cautiously and gazes over her shoulder at me. I think she wants to tell me it’s ok. Instead of speaking she rests one hand on the bed to support herself and places her hand over mine adding pressure to the touch against her center. Satisfied I’ve got the hint she moves her hand and watches me over her shoulder to see just how much I’m enjoying touching her.

She is getting closer and closer to orgasm with each second. Her mouth is now open and her eyes are closed. I rub faster and faster until her body literally starts to shake and she screams out in ecstasy, collapsing forwards on the bed her hips still rocking into the covers. I gently extricate my hand and draw her panties off her legs so she’s completely naked. Running my fingertips in little circles over her ass I wait for her to come round. When she turns to kiss me I reposition her with the legs open above mine. Her breathing is slow and deep and I don’t even need to ask if she is ok. The smile and the glow in her eyes, tells me everything I need to know.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I whisper, caressing her hair. Catherine decides not to answer with words, but with her mouth and her amazing tongue.

Our lips play happily together, pushing, licking and sliding over each other. Kissing Catherine is magical every God damn time. Again I can see the mark over her breast from her attacker but her breasts are mine now so without further thought I grab that breast and pass my tongue right over the hard bud at its center. I enclose the entire nipple, scar and all, in my mouth and start to suckle. Catherine’s hands don’t leave my scalp as I take my time alternating between each delicious globe.

“Sara…” she voices in a whisper, “I need…”

“I know…”

Placing both hands under her ass, I hold her to me while adjusting my position so I can lay her back on the sheets. I dart little kisses all over her body before taking up my position between her legs. I stare down at her spread open for me and feel my legs immediately go wobbly. This moment is incredible.

I’m still mindful of the need to be careful with her. Penetrative sex for the first time after rape can bring the bad memories flooding back and cause a lot of pain, but through love and patience it gets easier. Catherine gazes into my eyes and I know she’s ready. I slide one finger up and down once, coating it in her arousal before sliding it inside her. She moans loudly and her eyes close involuntarily as she feels the penetration. After allowing her to get used to the feeling of one finger inside her I add another but keep them still. I feel her internal walls closing in around my fingers but wait for her to open her eyes and look at me again before starting up a gentle movement. It’s me touching her, not him!

Catherine matches my strokes, moving her hips in response to me trying to drive me in further. Being inside her makes me feel so powerful, like I never believed I could. I love her so, so much. She starts moaning continuously as my palm brushes over her clitoris.

“I need you to tell me sweetie…” I say caressing her hair with my free hand. Catherine stops her rocking movement to look straight at me. “I want to taste you, but I will only do that if you let me.” she blinked as her eyes start watering again.

“I want you to do it. I need you to do it… I need you…” I’m face to face with her and I crane my neck to give her a passionate kiss before I continue my movement inside of her.

I take her clitoris in my mouth sucking on it while moving my fingers faster in and out of her. She stares down at me the entire time and I make sure I’m looking at her as well. I move my tongue from side to side, flicking at her and listening to the rising moans as I take her right to the edge and then over into another orgasm. This one is much more powerful than the first and her whole body jerks off the bed. I have to hold her hips with my free hand so I don’t lose purchase on her. I slow my fingers, licking the juices trickling from her. She tastes amazing. It’s my new favorite flavor. I crawl up her body and lie beside her, cradling her to me as her breathing returns to normal again.

“Thank you… for making me feel so amazing,” she says softly, putting her head on my shoulder and trailing a finger across my belly.

“You’re welcome… I love you.” I trace my hand over her back as she drifts to sleep, stopping my movements when I think she’s dead to the world. I just have this incredible feeling in me when I’m close to her like this. It’s a feeling I never want to end.

“No. Just a little more,” she says surprising me.

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, starting up the stroking again.

“A little but I don’t want to sleep yet.”

“Why not?” Catherine looks at me with a naughty little smirk.

“Because I didn’t get my turn yet”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to just now,” I say tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear, “we have tomorrow.” Catherine props herself up on her elbow and looks at me seriously.

“I didn’t touch you one single time while you took such incredible care of me. And although I’m feeling great, I need more. I want more. I want you Sara!”

“I just thought maybe it would be better for you to get some sleep, I mean as much as I want you I can wait…”

“Well, you better stop making decisions for me because…” she slides her leg in between mine causing me to shiver in anticipation “… only I know how much I want to touch you and make you scream as you come for me.”

Catherine flicks her tongue in my ear, making me giggle. I try making her stop because I’m so ticklish but she ignores me and turns to the other one. I’ve never liked this kind of thing before, but now I think I do. I definitely do! Her hand moves to my back and I raise my torso so she can unclasp the bra I’m still wearing.