Chapter 4 - Landing On Her Feet: Chapter 4

                                       Landing On Her Feet
                                              by Volpone

                                            Chapter Four

          After every pang and contraction had finally subsided, they rearranged themselves so
that he could spoon around her, one arm under her neck and the other around her ribs, and
only the fact that they had just finished making love prevented the feel of her breasts on his
forearms and his manhood invading the crevice of her shapely posterior from giving him
another raging erection. Her hair smelled wonderful.
          "How's that?", he inquired, checking on the comfort of her position.
          She responded with a wriggle and a loud purr of contentment.
          He said, "You are phenomenally sexy, you know? Or did I already say that?"
          "I can handle hearing it again. And by the way, you're stealing my lines."
          "I'm sorry."
          "That's okay. Just see that it doesn't happen again."
          As she pressed herself back into him more firmly, she asked, "Do you naturally feel
this good, or did you have to take lessons?"
          "Pure, innate talent. I tried to sign up for the class, but it was full."
          "Just as well. Sometimes native ability is more important."
          "Please, remind me to leave a wake-up call for sometime next year. I think I don't
want to move until then."
          "Sounds good to me."
          They relaxed for a few minutes, enjoying the situation immensely, listening to the
music wafting in from the other room, when he suggested, "Do you feel up to a shower? I'm
a world-class back scrubber."
          "Sounds positively sinful." Actually, it sounded good, but rather... well, middle-class.
Then she chided herself for such snobbish thoughts.
          "I'll see if I can make it so."
          He rose, reached down and easily picked her up from her supine position.
          Her arms went around his neck. Though she secretly enjoyed being treated like a
bride, she voiced exception to his actions.
          "You idiot! Do you want to kill yourself, lifting me like that? I'm quite capable of
walking."
          As he carried her into the bath, he said with a mock leer, "Then I didn't do my job well
enough."
          "Any better and I'd be bed-ridden for a week."
          "I'll see if I can arrange that next time."
          She kissed him soundly as he held her in his arms. He had to admit, she was an
extremely pleasant armful.
          "Now, you may put me down. Please."
          "Certainly."
          He set her gently on her feet.
          "Oh... and by the way, I've been dying to say something to you."
          "And what's that?"
          "In your own words," he leaned forward and kissed her on the shoulder, "'Nice pussy.'"
          Her mouth dropped open, and he turned away to turn on the water. As he did so, she
began to look for a weapon she could use that would inflict pain but not incapacitate. She
seized a towel and began to take aim on his tempting posterior.
          He stopped her without looking at her.
          "Ah, ah, ah! It's considered very poor form to hospitalize your host."
          She settled for sticking her tongue out at him.
          "Yes... I love you, too, sweet." He hadn't even been able to see her reaction.
          She froze. "Repeat what you just said."
          He turned and looked her in the eye.
          "I love you." He continued. "But then, you must have had some idea. You wouldn't
have shared my bed if it weren't true. You most certainly wouldn't have learned my birth
name."
          She accepted it, but was partly wary, partly curious, and partly afraid.
          "But you barely know me."
          "I know you better than you suspect. Don't worry. This isn't where you have to tell me
the same or I get all upset and demanding. I said I love you... period. End of sentence.
That's not a demand for you to say the same. There are no strings attached... no conditions.
For me, it's enough that I fell that way."
          He preventing her from having to choose whether to respond or not by holding his
hand out to her in invitation.
          "Now, shall we?"
          She couldn't quite let it pass that casually. "Don't I even get kissed when I'm told
that?" She sounded very vulnerable.
          He took her hand and pulled her close. "As you wish." He looked into her eyes, and
when he spoke, she knew it was the truth. "I love you, Selina." And he kissed her.
          She didn't know what to say. But her heart told her what to do. Don't question... just
accept it for now. That was enough for the moment. Saying anything now would do nothing
but commit her to a course she was very hesitant to travel. She was independent, stubborn,
willful, needing no one and nothing. Love was a complication she wasn't looking for. At least
not right now. She'd had quite enough problems along those lines in the past.
          He prevented her needing to respond at all by leading her into the shower.
          The feel of the running water was positively sybaritic... just the right temperature to
help her relax.
          Selina decided that she needed this more than she'd thought. And part of what she
needed was not to think. Which he helped by beginning to lather her back.
          He hadn't lied... he was a world class back scrubber. His hands were strong, sure,
sensuous... scrubbing where needed, scratching where she itched, finding muscles that she
hadn't even known were tight and massaging the tension away.
          She decided that if she'd ever written her fantasy, he would be it.
          Quinn adjusted the shower head so that the water didn't run directly on them, but could
be stepped into easily.
          Her shoulders flexed as his strong fingers worked the stiffness out of them. She let
out another sound of feline contentment.
          "That feels wonderful."
          "And so do you."
          His hands slid down to the small of her back and found the muscles that run beside
the backbone. As he worked on the cords he found, she relaxed more. He knew just how
hard to rub, and just how long.
          It suddenly came to her that he might just be very good at interpreting what the female
body was telling him, or he could be slightly psychic. She did not know that both were true,
and both were dramatically under-estimated.
          Then his hands were kneading her backside as he nuzzled behind her right ear, and
his chest was against her back.
          She was only mildly surprised at his becoming amorous again. Four times in one
night... Hell! Four times in... what was it... two hours? He didn't look to be in his late teens,
but his body was behaving that way. She might have been more surprised, but she had
come to expect the exceptional from Quinn... in all ways. Especially in this way.
After a few moments, his hands slid up her sides and slowly, sensuously found their
way until they were cupping her tits from behind.
          As his soapy hands squeezed her fabulous breasts, his moan of pleasure matched her
own, and her nipples rose at the touch of his talented fingers. He took her by the convenient
buttons and grasped firmly, then lifted her large globes by their points, bringing her right to
the edge of the pain/pleasure threshold.
          Selina's desire blossomed rapidly. His hands explored and kneaded, pinched and
caressed. His cock rapidly grew to its full hardness, and she pushed her luscious backside
back and rubbed it against his crotch, firing his desire even higher.
          "I like your idea of a shower," she said as she slid her hands over his hips and
swiveled her derriere to stimulate him all the more. In response, he bit her on the neck and
crushed her breasts.
          After a few moments of this, he began to slide his erection up and down between the
cheeks of her ass, giving them both new and enjoyable sensations.
          Selina couldn't handle much more stimulation before she decided that the time was
now.
          Bending over at the waist, she presented to him her exceedingly wet and ready pussy.
She braced herself against the side of the shower and wiggled her rather soapy backside at
him.
          Positioning himself, he took his cock in hand and, rinsing the soap off, rubbed the
head up and down the slit of her cunt as she moaned in appreciation. A couple of minutes of
this and Selina was on the verge of climax. Just at that moment, as the head of his cock
passed the opening of her vagina, he pushed forward and filled her to the hilt.
          That was exactly what she needed, and she cried out as her orgasm exploded, her
fingernails failing to gain purchase as they clawed at the wall of the shower. He didn't move
as she hunched and quivered, impaled there, quaking with the pleasure she was feeling.
          Bracing herself with one hand, her other hand came back to grab her breast and
squeeze it painfully, sending her climax into over-time, her breath coming in short, excited
pants.
          Just as things had peaked and started to subside, Quinn leaned forward without
withdrawing even an inch, reached forward and grabbed both Selina's bountiful breasts and
provided the same treatment as she had herself moments before.
          The results were everything he hoped as she gasped and began to thrash anew as her
orgasm freshened and soared again. He pulled them tighter together by the convenient
handles as he had earlier that evening, keeping himself firmly entrenched inside this
marvelously sexy woman.
          After a brief eternity later, her climax subsided and she panted to regain her breath.
          As soon as she was under control again, Quinn slid his hands down to her hips and,
grasping her firmly, fell into a slow coital motion, bringing more moans of pleasure from his
partner.
          They stood and made love in that position for at least fifteen steady minutes, during
which Selina enjoyed at least a half-dozen more orgasms before she lost count.
          Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, he started to pump harder just as he
sensed a large orgasm approaching for her. His timing was again wonderful as they both
cried out simultaneously, strained, and soared over the edge into a mutual release of
mammoth proportions. And knowing he was coming caused Selina to enjoy a particularly
spectacular climax.
          When things had slowed to a stop, he blew out gustily.
          "Whew! That was rather amazing."
          They both smiled a great deal and spoke very little, but the gaps in the conversation
were the result of not feeling a need to talk just to avoid silence. It was a comfortable quiet,
punctuated occasionally by appropriate chuckles or purrs as soap-slippery hands slid and
laved various anatomical portions.
          Completing their shower, they shared small compliments and occasional humorous
comments, but in general, just thoroughly enjoyed the company.
          When they had dried off with the help and partial hindrance of each other, he turned to
her and asked, "Would you care to sleep here tonight, or would you prefer your own bed?
After all, I don't want to rush you into anything."
          "I would love to sleep here. You know how cats are. Sleeping is one of the things we
enjoy most in life."
          He acknowledged the compliment with a deep, sweeping bow.
          "The pleasure was entirely mine."
          "Liar. I know better. To my great pleasure."
          He tucked her into the bed and said, "I have to see to Tiara. I'll be back in a moment."
          "Where does she usually sleep?"
          "Quite honestly, she usually shares the bed with me."
          "Well, then we'll just have to make room for her. I won't be accused of kicking her out
of her own bed."
          Kissing her hand, he said, "You are a lady to the core."
          "I'm a cat in heat, and we both know it."
          "Which has absolutely nothing to do with your being a lady. Only a lady would concern
herself about the territory of a feline roommate."
          Pleased by the compliment, but unwilling to show it, she shooed him out of the room.
          "Go and get Tiara."
          He left the room, made a quick call to housekeeping, and returned a few moments
later with Tiara, who promptly climbed up on the bed and lay down next to Selina.
          "It's going to be a little snug."
          "I'm sure well manage," was her reply.
          He slid into bed, and spooned in behind Selina, forearms crossed and one hand on
each of her spectacular breasts.
          She chuckled. "You do have a fascination, don't you?" She snuggled closer, and
draped one arm across Tiara's shoulders, scratching the leopardess under the right foreleg.
          "Now, let's be accurate. It's called a fixation." They both chuckled, and he kissed her
on the neck. "Do you object?"
          She squeezed his hands more firmly to her. "As if there's anything to object to. You
know perfectly well I love it." Which was, if anything, an understatement. One thing about
Selina, her enjoyment of the physical, and her ability to appreciate it to its fullest, was
astounding.
          "Good. Because I have no intention of stopping."
          She closed her eyes. "Oh, shut up and go to sleep."
          "Yes, dear. I love you."
          Very softly, she replied, "I love you, too." Remarkably, the roof did not fall in.
          Before long, all three were blissfully asleep.



