“Let’s find out,” I growl, reaching down and slipping my fingers inside her panties. She’s more than wet, she’s nearly dripping, and I let my fingers slide through her slick folds, teasing her lips and clit as I look in her eyes. “Who does this belong to?”
“You. Only you,” Kat mewls, wiggling her hips as my thumb rubs over her clit. “I can’t imagine anyone but you.”
“Good, because all I am, all I have, belongs to you too,” I promise. I dip two fingers deep inside her, brushing along her velvet walls as she squeezes me tight. Pulling out my coated fingers, I smear her cream over her other nipple, before pulling back to lock my eyes on her perfect tits, “And sometimes it’s fun to mix your desserts.”
I devour her coated breast, sucking and feasting upon her warm, sweet flesh until I can’t wait any longer. I kiss my way down her body, tracing designs with my tongue around her belly button and making her giggle. “I thought you were going to make me come, not laugh.”
“Why not both?” I reply, grinning up at her. I see the jar of cherries and reach over as I lay her back, her petite frame and wide hips perfect for keeping her balance on the countertop. Uncapping the cherries, I peel her panties off before letting a drizzle of the bright red syrup flow over her glistening lips. Kat watches, her breasts heaving as she breathes deeply in anticipation. “Mmm, looks tasty.”
“I hope I can have a big banana split later,” Kat teases, licking her lips. I nod and kiss up the inside of her thigh, letting my warm breath play over her wet folds until she’s squirming in need.
“Be still or you’ll spill it all. Tell me, Kat. Tell me what you need.” I can feel the tension in her thighs as she tries to fight the urge to lift her hips toward my mouth.
“Oh, Derrick . . . don’t tease me. Lick my pussy, taste me. Please.”
“I can never deny you, especially when that’s exactly what I want too,” I growl, looking up her body into her beautiful eyes. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I drag my tongue through the sweet juice and syrup covered folds of her pussy, tasting every nerve ending crackling along my tongue as Kat shivers, moaning from deep in her chest.
“Yes . . . that’s it, make me come,” Kat says, grinding her pussy against my lips. I dive in, taking turns using my tongue to lick up and down her silky lips, and nibbling on her soft flesh, the sweet sugar of the cherries mixing with Kat’s natural taste and making my head whirl. I cup her ass, pulling her close as I feast on her.
Kat’s naturally spicy and tangy and sweet. Irresistible, and I know that half of my daydreams of Kat are filled with memories of how she tastes.
I nip lightly at her inner thigh and she bucks, begging, “Derrick . . .more . . .” I understand, she needs something intense, something that will ground her and let her soar. I could happily lick and suck her for hours, but after all the teasing we’ve given each other tonight, she needs something now. I bite each inner thigh harder as I thumb her clit, leaving a round imprint of my teeth, praying that the outline stays. Some dark place inside me liking that she’ll have that reminder of my claim on her.
Satisfied with the visual, I nibble at her clit, biting, not hard, but just enough to set her body shaking, her ass rising off the countertop as she cries out, coming hard. I keep sucking and biting her clit as she pulses, loving every quiver of her body as she unleashes on me.
When she sags to the countertop, I pull back, standing up to gather her in my arms. “You’re fucking delicious. I want your taste on my tongue all the fucking time.”
“Your turn,” Kat says, wiggling. “You can fuck me later . . . but I’ve got a few tips from the Love Whisperer I’ve been wanting to try.”
I set Kat down and she gets on her knees, reaching for the waistband on my jeans. She doesn’t have to do much, I’m so fucking hard by everything I’ve just seen that my cock nearly bursts my zipper, and Kat chuckles, watching it bob in time with my racing heartbeat. “You look like you’re about three seconds from coming down my throat.”
“You know I’m better than that,” I boast, but she’s pretty much right. Still, I spread my legs a little, watching as Kat reaches up, fondling my balls in her soft hands before rolling them gently, tugging them down and relieving a little bit of the pressure that’s building inside me. I moan, reaching down to stroke a hand through her hair as she reaches up with her other hand, barely wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock as she brings her face closer, rubbing the head with her cheeks, moaning and closing her eyes. “Fuck me, Kitty Kat, you’re good.”
“One of the lessons that I’ve been taught,” she says, her eyes gleaming as she gives me feather light butterfly kisses up and down my shaft. I moan, she’s amazing. “And I can see you love it.”
“I love everything you do,” I tell her, groaning as she licks my cock from base to tip before spreading her lips and sucking just the head of my cock like a lollipop. “But damn you have talent.”
I can’t form any more words as Kat continues. From running her tongue just around the head and then down the bottom and around the spot that she knows makes my toes curl, she uses every hint that I’ve ever talked about on my show to tease out my pleasure. I’m brought to new heights, my cock throbbing nearly painfully as my brain swims in pulses of light. I can’t stand the teasing anymore, my voice gone as I growl. “Suck me, Kat. Suck that cock down like my good girl.” Kat slowly bobs up and down on my cock, her cheeks hollow as she swallows my entire shaft before pulling back.
I wish it could go on forever, this feeling that she’s creating in me. Never before have I felt so powerful, this honey-blonde angel lovingly worshipping my cock. Kat closes her eyes, pinching her nipples with her right hand before slipping it between her legs, rubbing her pussy in time with her head. “That’s it,” I rasp, watching her fingers speed up. “Touch yourself for me. Rub your needy little clit so you come when I do. Swallow me all down, baby.”
Kat mumbles something that sounds like ‘yes’ around my cock and sucks faster, her tongue caressing and stroking every inch of my shaft. She reaches up, grabbing my left hand and guiding it to the back of her head. Gathering her hair in my fist, I use it to hold her still as I start pumping my cock in and out of her eager mouth. Her moans increase in pitch and volume until we’re both groaning, gasping while Kat takes me all the way, burying the head of my cock in her throat and swallowing. “Oh shit, babe . . . is this what you want? You want me to fuck your face like you’re my dirty little slut? God damn, you are so fucking sexy. I’m gonna come, Kat. You ready?”
I pull back just as Kat starts shaking, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy so fast that her hips jerk, and we both go over the edge. I cry out, my cock filling her mouth with my cream as Kat’s groans vibrate to the very depths of my soul. I think I say her name, but if I do it’s so swallowed up in the heat of my orgasm that all that comes out is something primal, animal.
This is the woman I love. This is the woman I need for as long as I live. “Holy shit babe . . . you didn’t miss a single bit.”
“Good,” Kat says, getting up and kissing me softly. “Now, how about some real dessert to get our strength up, and then you can have one last round before we hit the bed. And this one, cowboy, is going to be very special.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, kissing the tip of her nose. I’ve gotta have some ice cream or something around here somewhere. I eat right, but not perfect.
“Because if you want, how about you do a little research and practice for that anal episode you’re going to do?” she asks. “I figure I’m ready. If you want to.”
I look into her eyes and see the mix of desire, excitement, love, and yes, a big helping of fear in there, and it fills my heart with an intense need to do this right. “Of course. On one condition. You say stop, I stop. No judgement, no worries. Agreed?”
Kat’s eyes sparkle in tears and she kisses my chest. “Agreed.” Her voice tickles across me as she lays her cheek against my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Derrick, I’m
. . . a little scared.”
I lean down to kiss the top of her head, hugging her back. “Hey, no pressure. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
I feel her smile against me, “Not about that, well, not really. Just this, us. I’ve really never felt like this before and it’s scary. It feels big, and you’ve got me dreaming of things I never thought I’d be dreaming about. Like a future. Like forever.”
I take a big breath, knowing that this is a turning point for her and for us. We’ve said ‘I love you’ and meant it, and have woven ourselves together into a routine that’s become the focal point of my life, and those things are easy for me, both because of who I am and more importantly, who she is. But it’s more difficult for her to trust, to believe and hope. I want to be worthy of her heart, even if I have to earn it every day for the rest of our lives. “Kat, I’ve got you and I won’t hurt you. I love you.”
She leans back, looking up at me. “Thank you, for everything.” And with a bearhug-tight squeeze, she shifts the mood. “All right, let’s get some damn cookies!”
Chapter 20
Kat
The faces around the table look slightly less than convinced, and there’s a little bit of sweat trickling down the small of my back as the twin projectors pump heat through the room.
“So how is this supposed to be targeted to the female audience?” one of them asks. “There’s not a lot of real on-the-surface differences between your app and the competitors already on the market.”
“On the surface, you’re right,” I reply. “It’s when you get into the guts and the way the app seamlessly and uniquely integrates various systems within the architecture of the pre-existing operating system and apps that makes it a winner.”
“But what’s the marketing angle? Your user interface is rather plain. Nothing really screams feminine.”
I squirm, feeling the heat. They’re really coming at me.
“If by feminine you mean frilly laces, a lot of pink fonts and motifs, you’re right, this isn’t feminine,” I reply. “This is meant for the modern powerful female, the post #MeTooer who’s kicking ass and taking names at work and in her personal life. Because she’s making a name for herself in the office, she’s gotta look professional. So the interface does look professional . . . except that it’s going to have that perspective that’s going to give her the edge she needs in her life.”
“So twenty-first century Boss Bitch?” someone else, part of the marketing group, asks. “I like the sound of it and I think I can work with that. How’s the guts of it?”
“As good as any other app in the category, better in a lot of ways,” I say. “It’s lean. There’s no bloat, so it runs faster. Let me give you a test drive . . ..”
The meeting continues, and while there’s a few times I have to really drive my point home hard, I feel like it went easier than my last app presentation. Maybe it’s that I’ve earned at least a little cred with these people . . . but more than anything I think it’s the newfound strength and confidence I’ve had since meeting Derrick. I’ve always felt pretty confident in myself when it came to work, but I can’t help but feel him giving me more personal confidence has given me that extra leg up when talking to these guys. It’s not only that Derrick makes me feel sexy. I just feel like I’m starting to truly understand the strength and power that comes from my own femininity, and that’s a huge plus considering I create apps for the modern woman demographic.
“You know Katrina,” one of the company vice-presidents says after playing with the app for almost an hour, “this app of yours, while I guess it’s got a feminine touch, it’s just a good app for everyone. Can we consider just marketing it to the general public, or giving it a slightly different skin and releasing it again as a partner app for men?”
“We will whip up presentations for both ideas,” the marketing guru says. “Either way, with the muscle behind this hustle . . . congrats Kat. I think you’ve got your next number one on your hands.”
The congratulations go around the table, and I feel like I’m floating, damn near seven feet tall as I walk out. Reaching my cubicle, I flop down, kicking off my high heels and rubbing my toes. Another sign that I’m getting comfortable with myself, these stripper heels aren’t daily wear any more. I still like wearing something that elevates me, but only because it makes it easier to kiss Derrick.
“Tomorrow I’m wearing stacked heel boots,” I promise myself as I pull out my phone. I hit the speed dial, knowing I might not reach him but I promised him I’d give him a call as soon as my meeting was over.
Before the call can connect, one of the company Vice Presidents, a forty-three year old tech geek named Edgar knocks on the edge of my wall. “Katrina?”
“Hi, Edgar,” I reply, setting my phone down. “How can I help you?”
“I think you can help the company in a lot of ways actually.” He says. “Because your app is streamlined and clean. What would you think about being a team leader for the new game app we’re developing?”
“Team leader? Game app?” I ask, surprised. “I’d love the opportunity, but are you sure? Games haven’t really been my experience, and most of those guys have been at it for a long time.”
“That’s exactly why you’re the man . . . woman, for the job. Bring in some new blood, different perspective than what they’re used to. Maybe find a way to bring the conciseness of your coding style to the game side because they’re always working to balance the functionality with the size and speed of the game. You’ve proven yourself and I’m confident you’ll whip them into shape.”
“I . . . of course! Can we discuss the details Monday?”
Edgar nods, flashing me a grin. “Enjoy your successful presentation. We’ll talk about the future Monday morning.”
He leaves, and I blink before a small sound from my desk makes me realize . . . “Derrick?”
“Hey Kitty Kat, I got to hear the good news,” Derrick says in my ear. “Always knew you were as smart as you are beautiful.” He’s switched to his deeper, richer voice and it fills me with heat.
“Yeah well, right now I’m wearing lined granny panties and squirming in my chair because of you,” I tease back. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, love. So, you nailed me . . . I mean, you nailed the presentation I take it?” Derrick asks, making me chuckle.
“Honey, as good as I feel right now, I’m feeling like a million bucks,” I purr, dropping my voice. “I’ve got the sexiest man in the world, and I feel like I can do any damn thing I want.”
“That’s because you can,” Derrick says. “Listen, can we get together tonight then? My place, your place, I don’t care. I just want one of us to come to the other, then we both come together. Guaranteed.”
I shake my head, and look up to wave off another congrats from one of the other coders in the cubicle crew. “Sorry babe. I was already told before the meeting, the whole Geek Patrol is going out to celebrate, and it’ll be late. I think someone’s already got their Jedi robes ready.”
“Jedi robes?” Derrick asks, and I laugh.
“I’m just kidding, we’re not that far gone. How about tomorrow afternoon, I come over to your place and we spend the whole rest of the weekend together?”
I can hear his smile even through the phone, and the naughty lilt to his voice. “Twenty-four hour wait . . . by then I’m going to be ready to pound you into total submission, my little Kitty Kat. I’ve got a confession, you’ve got me addicted to your sweet taste, your tight pussy. I need you every day, at least once a day.”
“Don’t worry, you’ve got me the same way. If I’m not getting a big, throbbing Vitamin D injection at least daily, I feel empty . . . speaking of which, I’m feeling a little empty now.”
“Oh, don’t tease me,” Derrick growls. “I’m already keeping Susannah waiting for our pre-show meeting . . . and I want to give you the time you deserve. And let’s be honest, you’re not in a place to turn on your video either.”
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�Nah,” I admit. “The cubicle’s a little . . . lacking in soundproofing. But later, maybe I can find some privacy to show you something.”
“Mmm . . . you know you always knock my socks off,” Derrick replies. “Listen babe, I’m thinking, if you want to stay the weekend, bring some more stuff over. You know, just in case you want to stay longer or something.”
I smile. “Careful there, love. You’re going to regret it when I bring in a hundred pairs of shoes and take over your closet.”
“You don’t have a hundred pairs of shoes.”
I laugh, mockingly evil. “Bwahaha, after this app hits number one and I get gamer coding bankroll, I might go shoe shopping!”
Derrick laughs. “Add in a couple more pairs of fuck-me pumps, and I’m happy. You can wear them while I make you scream my name in ecstasy.”
“You mean like this?” I ask, lowering my voice to my breathiest whisper. “Oh, Derrick . . . yes baby, please . . . god I need you to fuck me.”
The answering moan on the other end of the line is all I need, and I smile. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Kat.” There’s a holler on the other end of the line, and Derrick growls. “I’ll be there in a minute!”
He comes back on, slightly abashed. “Okay babe, if I don’t go now, Susannah’s going to be doing a special show tonight on castration with a pair of office scissors.”
“Can’t lose those, I need them too much,” I laugh. “Go do your meeting. I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye. And congrats.”
The line goes dead, and I lean back, smiling to myself. A great presentation, a huge opportunity, and I think a backdoor invitation to move in if I want with the man of my dreams?
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