His chuckle shimmies up my tummy. “Is it not what you wanted? I would be more than happy for you to be at my place except Felix already hates me. If you leave him alone any more he will draw blood from me again. I am aware moving a cat from their usual environment stresses them out. I do not think there would be enough catnip in the city to calm him down if we moved him to my place.”

Leo cared about what I wanted, he cared about Felix, my psycho cat, and he was coming to my place tonight, with clothes and food. I’m so happy I try not to cry.

When Leo comes home, Felix greets him with a swipe of his claws. Great, the first thing. Leo laughs it off as he sets down the takeout and brings in several bags containing suits and a duffle bag. While he puts his things away, I plate up the yummy food from Fernando’s.

We eat on the couch while we watch television and it’s weird how completely not weird it is. It’s like we’ve been doing it forever. Leo’s phone and laptop are shut down. We talk about the show we’re watching. I find out that although he doesn’t watch much television besides the news, Leo is actually an avid movie watcher and book reader. I’m a little disappointed when Leo takes his laptop and phone out to the balcony to wrap up some things for work. I don’t dare complain. He’s already done so much, I’ll happily wait for him to finish.

My body tingles in anticipation only, damn it. I’m sore, really sore. I try again to remember how many times Leo was inside me and I can’t for the life of me keep count. Maybe a nice hot bath will help. I tell Leo I’m going to take a bath and read in it for a bit. He tells me to take my time he’ll be at least another hour.

Out of the bath I’m applying lotion. I’m very aware as much as I’m looking forward to Leo spending the night, my body is too sore for what he wants. Will he leave? Fear makes me shiver at the thought.

The lotion is taken out of my hand. I look up, and Leo is standing over me, very gloriously naked. Without thought I close my eyes and run my face over his thickening cock, pressing a kiss to the soft pouch. I love his cock, this soft, silky, hot, hard part of him that brings me so much pleasure every time it’s inside my body whether it’s my pussy or mouth. His finger catches my chin, drawing my face up to look at him. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“I’m sore, really sore. I hoped the bath would help, but it didn’t.”