Cat spins gracefully on the ball of one socked foot. Her naked skin has a rosy glow, as if she’s some unearthly creature summoned from the fire. A fire sprite bewitched and put under my control—until I loosen the collar from her neck.
“Come here,” I say in a low voice.
Cat sinks down to her knees and crawls over, keeping her eyes fixed on mine.
She’s become so much more comfortable around me that she really does move as sinuously as a cat. She lays her head in my lap, curling up next to me.
“Stroke my cock while I read,” I order. “Don’t put it in your mouth.”
I want it in her mouth, of course, but I’m taking my time.
Cat plays with my cock using both hands, like it’s her toy. She strokes the shaft gently with her fingertips, then cups my balls and gently tugs. She dances her fingers around the ridge separating head from shaft, and rubs light circles around the tip.
Her touch is exquisite. She’s very good with her hands, probably from all her time spent painting and drawing. I’ve seen her sketchbook—she’s quite talented. But what I told her was true—she would have been wasted at art school. The more I get to know Cat, the more I see that her talents are far more varied than charcoal and paper could fulfill.
I keep studying. Cat’s touch makes the words float through my brain, light and ephemeral. My eyes unfocus from the page, and instead I watch the flickering candlelight, my whole body warm as that flame.
“Don’t speed up,” I order, leaning back against the cushions.
Cat continues stroking her hand up and down my shaft, increasing neither the pace nor the pressure. Her hands are delectably soft, and her touch gentle. The pleasure increases even though the pressure doesn’t. I feel right on the edge of climax, but it’s not quite enough to tip me over the edge.
“Just like that . . .” I groan. “Don’t change a thing.”
Cat continues to stroke me, steady and unhurried. In fact, she seems to be enjoying the sensation of the smooth skin of my cock against her palms almost as much as I am. Her eyes are half closed, her breathing steady.
She sighs. Her warm breath against my cock makes me shiver. The orgasm begins.
It’s no ordinary orgasm—I feel the waves of pleasure, and the deep satisfying sensation, but not the accompanying contraction of my balls. I don’t actually ejaculate. It’s just the climax, no cum comes out.
I groan all the same from how good it feels. My head lolls back and my toes curl up.
When it’s over, Cat examines her hands, mystified.
“Did you . . . cum?” She asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“But . . . where is it?”
“I don’t know,” I reply. “Keep going. Same pace.”
Cat keeps stroking my cock, just as light as before.
In the aftermath of the orgasm, her touch is almost too intense. Each stroke of her hand seems to run over bare nerve. But it’s still intensely pleasurable, and I begin to experience that sense of building again, as if the orgasm reset and is starting over. My cock has stayed hard the entire time—in fact, it might even be stiffer now than it was before.
“Keep going,” I moan. “Exactly like that.”
Cat obeys. She seems intensely curious to see what will happen. We’re both in uncharted territory.
Sure enough, the climax builds and builds until it tips over once more, Cat carefully maintaining just the right level of stimulation. In fact, this time she squeezes the head of my cock slightly harder as I cum, which increases my pleasure without forcing the ejaculation.
Tremors run down my body in waves.
“What in the fuck is that?” I say, as my whole frame shakes.
“You’re like a girl,” Cat laughs. “Having multiple orgasms.”
“If this is being a girl, then sign me up,” I say. “Do it again.”
Cat sits up so she can adjust her angle. This time she cups and strokes my balls with one hand, while lightly jerking off my cock with the other. She’s pulling my cock so it’s pointing downward instead of standing out from my body. That feels even better and makes me harder than ever as the blood rushes down.
She increases the pressure a fraction, never too much. The third orgasm is already beginning, less and less space required between them. I’ve never cum three times in less than ten minutes. The flood of oxytocin through my body suffuses every cell. My head floats above