I slide down Apollo’s warm body, wanting that velvet-firm cock in places other than my hand. I nuzzle at the fur of his groin, then lift my head as I prepare to take him into my mouth…
“Ah! Pre-come on my nose! Cold!”
Naturally I wipe my nose on his belly before I continue.
I watch as he rips open the condom packet, peering at the rubber nipple as he tries to work out which way around it goes. Glasses would be useful at this point, but he figures it out and slides it on slowly, teasing me – he knows I’m watching.
I beckon him to clamber aboard, and he makes his way between my slippery thighs. Eyes on my face, he rubs his cock across my labia, then slaps it – not so gently – on my clit. Groaning, I spasm and spurt as he knew I would, coating him with hot liquid.
Warmed, he slips inside my furnace.
We are just getting an awesome rhythm going… and the cat pushes open the door, meows and meows determinedly and meows piteously, heading for the curtain and attempting to scale the wall to the window ledge. We attempt to ignore him, which is an abject failure. We falter, try to recapture the motion, and then dissolve into chuckles.
“Guess I’ll go and let him out,” Apollo says resignedly. He holds the base of his cock to keep the condom in place and slowly departs from me, then bobs out the door and into the lounge. Both cats see this as an opportunity (although one is really hoping for food) and scamper from the room.
He returns, snuggles into me with his chilled skin (brrrr!), then makes his way back to my cunt.
I yelp, unable to flee due to hands which have trapped my wrists. That condom is cold! Bastard. So why does it make me come again?
We make good warmth together. After orgasms we curl up, sheets shucked to our knees, and enjoy the slowly ebbing heat.
Soon there will be tea.