It’s only thirty minutes later that I’m opening my front door, rushing to pick up my coffee cup from the table. Usually there’s a post-show meeting, but I bailed tonight with an excuse about having plans.

Susannah gave me the stink eye, but that seems to be her status quo lately. And it wasn’t a lie, I do have plans. Specifically, to slip that sexy lace right off of Kat’s body, slow and easy with my teeth, licking all along her skin as I do it.

I rush to the bathroom and give my teeth a quick brush, making love after spicy enchiladas for dinner is not a good idea, and just get my mouth rinsed when there’s a knock on the door and I grin, looking at myself in the mirror. The man who looks back is overjoyed, not just horny, and I know I’ve found a woman who could really be for me like Mom was for Dad.

Opening the front door, my stomach leaps as I see Kat standing there. There’s none of the elevated heels, none of the little pretentious pieces of armor she used at first to hide her worry and insecurity. Instead, there’s just a five foot two inch, honey blonde beautiful woman in sweatpants and a zipped-up jacket, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at me. “Well hello there lover. Wondered if you might have space to put me up for the night.”

“I can think of a space I can fill,” I joke, tugging her inside. She’s got a backpack over her shoulder, she did just like I asked and brought clothes for tomorrow too it looks like. “God I missed you.”

“I can tell,” Kat says, setting her bag down and half jumping into my arms. “I missed you too. How was work?”

“Susannah’s being kind of a tyrant, but I get it, I’m not exactly putting a hundred and ten percent into each show recently,” I admit, hugging her tight and nuzzling her neck. “I need a bit more practice at work-life balance, because I’ve found someone more important than my work.”

“Mmm . . .anyone I know?” she teases, her eyes glinting with delight.

I look up at her, deviling her back. “Oh, just my new pet . . . Kitty Kat.” I move back to her neck, nibbling at the soft skin, hoping I leave tiny marks to show she’s mine.

Kat purrs, “God that feels good. Really, Derrick. You make me feel special, worthy.” Her words light me up, knowing that she’s finally letting go of the chinks her life has left in her armor, she’s developed her own self-confidence. She’s always been worth so much more than she’s received, I didn’t change that, I just offered her what I could . . . all of me, and I’m proud that she’s giving herself back to me. I trace along her jawline with my tongue, finding her lips in a breathy kiss. Our kiss deepens as I carry her through my living room, but she pulls back, her eyes alight with naughty heat. “Not the bedroom . . . not yet. I want you to have dessert first. Take me to the kitchen.”

I nod, my brain swirling with excitement and anticipation for what Kat might have in her mind. Along with her blooming self-confidence, she’s definitely unleashed her inner sex kitten. She said she was quiet, even repressed, but as we’ve explored together, she’s relaxed and has shown that she has a deep well of passion inside her that I feel damn lucky to swim in.

I set her on the countertop and step back, watching as Kat unslings her backpack and opens it. The first thing she pulls out is a set of black heels, which she sets aside. “Tomorrow’s work outfit. The rest is downstairs in the car.”

“You have something for dessert in there for me?” I ask, and she nods, pulling out a jar of maraschino cherries. “Cherries?”

“Uh-huh,” Kat says, unzipping her jacket. Underneath she’s only wearing the same see-through teddy she wore for our hot phone chat the other night. I can see her pink nipples already pulled tight, poking out the thin, silky fabric, inviting me to taste. “Just have to choose the right bowl.” She opens the jar, plucking a single cherry out and holding it up, her tongue peeking out to swipe the small drop of juice off the fruit. “Here . . .here . . .” She questions as she traces the sweet fruit along her cleavage, before pulling down her sweatpants to reveal panties that match her top. “Or maybe here,” and she dangles the cherry right over her bare mound, visible through the sheer fabric.

Kat spreads her legs and I can’t help but lick my lips at the almost see through window of her panties and I watch her puffy lips spread slightly. “I’m feeling a little gluttonous, might want more than one cherry,” I tease, pulling my shirt off and stepping between her creamy thighs to snap my teeth around the cherry, pulling it roughly off the stem before swallowing it almost whole. I kiss her, the sweet tang of the cherries blending with our breaths as she sets the jar down on the counter to tangle her hands in the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me close as she wraps her feet around my legs, locking me in place as if there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.

The cherries momentarily forgotten, like promised, I take the strap of her teddy in my teeth and slide it off, kissing down the exposed swell of her breast until I find the stiff, crinkled tip of her nipple. I run my tongue around the edge and then bite it gently, pulling her into my mouth and stretching her breast until she gasps. “Oh fuck Derrick . . . god you’re making my pussy so wet.”

“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!”