Catherine lay quiet and still, her arms wrapped around a bare-chested Vincent. She listened contentedly to the hypnotic hum of his steady purring. Vincent growled softly with every stroke, as her hands slowly petted the yet-to-be-seen fur on his back.
Her nails gently scraped the sensitive skin beneath the silky fur. Vincent's body arched sharply against her hands, and his growls turned to a faint whimper, as his dreams once more carried him into the one realm of reality he could confront only in sleep. Lost in the ultimate pleasures of making love to Catherine, his sleeping body began imitating the sensuous movements of his dream.
Catherine could feel the proof of his desire for her, hard and insistent, as it pressed against her and her heart ached knowing how much Vincent was denying himself. There had to be a way to convince him that they could be together in the truest since of the word. She knew she had to find a way to help him get past his fears. The only way to do that was to see for herself and prove to him that there was no physical reason for Vincent to keep denying himself that which his body and soul craved so desperately. Pushing him onto his back, she whispered softly words of assurance that she would not leave him, that she would always be there for him, and began undressing him.
It wasn't a difficult task actually since he was wearing only his trousers. Getting him to lift his hips so she could pull them down was easy since Vincent was still lost in his dreams. Once she was finished, Catherine could look and touch to her heart's content since he would be blissfully unaware of things for a while. Why then was she having such a hard time doing it?
Finally, Catherine could resist no longer. Her hands had touched and fondled parts of his body tonight that were not nearly so different as Vincent seemed to think. Surely the rest couldn't possibly be that different. She had to know. Catherine pushed aside the feeling of guilt nagging at her and let her eyes and hands examine her sleeping lover.
His feet were large and covered in short dense fur much like that on his hands. And she was willing to bet that his toenails could play havoc with a pair of socks if they weren't kept trimmed. His muscular calves were covered with the same thin layer of golden fur as his back and chest. The fur continued upward and thickened on his firm thighs. Catherine smiled slightly as her hands encountered small bald patches here and there, probably caused by the friction his pants created as he walked.
Catherine continued her journey upward to the one area of Vincent's gorgeous body that intrigued her the most. Golden red curls surrounded a penis not unlike most men - a bit larger than most, but then everything about him was larger than most. It stood straight up as though begging for her attention. Vincent fully aroused was truly a sight to behold and Catherine could not resist.
Her fingers toyed with the thick, soft fur that surrounded the engorged organ. She cupped the swollen mounds beneath it, giving them a gentle squeeze. They were warm, slightly fuzzy and quivered at her touch. With her finger, she stroked the full length of his arousal before grasping it fully in her hand. It throbbed, firm and hard, and Vincent whimpered softly, enjoying the exquisite new sensation that invaded his dream. Catherine smiled tearfully as she heard her name escape his lips in a passionate whisper.
Catherine stared at Vincent, her heart soaring in relief. Obviously there was no physical difference to explain why he hesitated making love to her. That left only one possible reason for his reluctance; the darker side of himself that Vincent had little control over. That part of him which protected and defended his home and all those dear to him. Especially Catherine.
He was afraid of harming her should his darker side surface during the throes of passion.
Catherine knew this was not possible. Even when he was not quite himself, Vincent was ever careful of his strength and his sharp claws as he held her. And she knew that the growls her touching inspired were not menacing, but were his way of expressing pleasure, much as the purring was. Indeed, she took great pride in knowing that these unique growls were ones only she would ever hear. One thing Catherine knew beyond a shadow of a doubt was that he could never hurt her. Vincent would die before ever bringing harm to her.
Catherine sat back and surveyed all of Vincent in his naked glory. He was built like an Adonis with pale, golden fur. He was beautiful and he was all hers. Her hands paused suddenly in their wondrous pursuit and she sighed in defeat. She just couldn't do it. She couldn't take advantage of Vincent while he lay so vulnerable and unsuspecting. With one more look of longing she reached for his trousers, hurrying to get him dressed before he woke up.
Catherine was startled when his powerful hand stopped her and she knew it was too late. She'd been caught! She watched as Vincent gazed down the length of his nude body then looked up at her. His eyes were as dark as a starless sky and she could sense an emotion smoldering through their bond that she'd never before felt. Mistaking what she saw and felt in him for anger at finding her taking advantage of him, Catherine tried desperately to apologize.
"I'm sorry, Vincent. I shouldn't have done this. I know it was wrong to take advantage of you, but I needed to see you, to touch you. All of you. Vincent, I'm so sorry."
Vincent pulled her to lie on top of him, his hands touching her more
intimately than he had ever before dared. Catherine suddenly found it very hard to breathe as his strong hands tenderly stroked her shoulders
and back before sliding down to cup her buttocks and pull her tightly against
him.
"Vincent!"
Every nerve in her body screamed in delicious torment as his furry
nose nuzzled between her breasts while his hands slowly pulled her gown
up and over her head and threw it on the floor to join his discarded
trousers. Once he had her as naked as he, Vincent savored the delightful
shivers
that coursed through her soft, warm body to mingle with his own.
Catherine whimpered softly and buried her face in his neck.
They lay together for several minutes before Catherine could find words to say and a voice to say them with. Her breathing was short and raspy which seemed to inflame Vincent even further. His grip tightened and Catherine could feel the heat of his arousal as it poked her stomach impatiently.
"Does this mean you have forgiven me my weakness, Vincent?"
The breath he took was long and labored, but Vincent knew he had complete control of his emotions. Catherine knew it, too.
"You have forgiven me my weakness many times, Catherine."
She silenced him with a kiss.
"I enjoyed your moments of weakness, Vincent. Very, very much."
"I am glad, Catherine. Still, fair is fair." Cupping her face gently between his hands, he smiled at her. "I love you and I trust you." Ever so gently he rolled her onto her back, his blue eyes blazing with fiery passion as he repeated the words she had once said to him.
"Do with me what you will, Catherine."
Catherine kissed him deeply as her hands trailed slowly down his back and around to his chest to slide between them. Grasping his swollen manhood tenderly, she led him to the joining they had both waited and yearned for so long. Vincent was instantly aware of the brief moment of pain she experienced as he entered her and tried to withdraw. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him in an iron grip.
"No, Vincent. Don't leave me." She hugged him harder. "It's all right. The pain is gone." Her hands clutched his back fervently. "Everything is fine, I promise."
His eyes remained doubtful, but Catherine would not be denied this final act of love, nor could he refuse her. Vincent gave one quick thrust and buried himself in the welcoming warmth that was his Catherine.
"Catherine! Oh, Catherine!" Resting his forehead against hers, he watched as tears fell from the corners of her tightly closed eyes and he kissed them away.
"Catherine?"
His voice was filled with loving wonder. Catherine opened her eyes to smile at him in triumph as her trembling hand touched his face.
"You're inside me, Vincent." She moved slightly as if confirming, though she wasn't sure if it was for her benefit or his. Her face glowed with desire. "Finally, Vincent. Finally."
Their eyes met and held in mutual desire and love, and for the moment Vincent could only hold her quiet and still, gazing at her in total awe. His voice was a soft whisper.
"I'm home, Catherine."
"Yes, Vincent. Yes." She sensed his uncertainty and tried to assure him.
"It's all right to move, Vincent." She pushed against him gently to prove her point and was rewarded with a loud gasp of pleasure from her still somewhat nervous lover.
"Remember your dreams?" He nodded slowly. She moved against him once more. "Pretend you're dreaming." Catherine closed her eyes and waited.
"Open your eyes, Catherine. Please." She did as he asked. "I want to be able to look into your eyes."
Catherine understood. Vincent was still a little afraid to put his trust completely in their bond at this point. If he could see her eyes, he would know in an instant if he did anything to cause her any fear or pain and he would stop immediately.
His movements were hesitant at first, but grew bolder with each stroke as Catherine's eyes filled with complete trust and a passion beyond anything he had ever dreamed of. Through the bond, Vincent could feel her mounting pleasure. He knew her release was close and was anxious to share with her this new and exciting experience. Catherine shook her head slightly as she realized what was happening. She wanted his pleasure to come first this time.
"No, Vincent. Wait." She held him fast, halting his movements. Vincent searched her eyes. Finding nothing but pleasure there, he was confused.
"Catherine?"
She smiled confidently, easing his concern.
"This is for you, Vincent. It's your turn this time." She tangled
her hands in his hair. "You're holding back, Vincent. I can feel it. I
know what you're afraid of." She pulled his head down for a deep kiss. "Please don't
hold back any more. Let yourself go." Her eyes encouraged him. "He's a
part
of you, Vincent and he loves me, too. I'm not afraid of him. He
could never hurt me. Never! Please, love, no more holding back."
"Catherine, I'm afraid. If I should ever lose myself" Her arms tightened around him.
"You won't lose yourself. How could you, Vincent, when I'm here to bring you back."
Her sweet kiss, both giving and demanding, broke down his final barrier. Crying her name aloud, Vincent gave himself in sweet surrender to the lust raging in his veins. His powerful body shuddered as his climax came fast and hard. Catherine held him as tears of joy streaked her face.
Catherine stiffened slightly as the sharp tips of his canines suddenly gripped her throat in a gentle, loving bite. She felt a thousand pinpoints of electricity race through her body as she climaxed with a force she had never experienced, and Catherine realized that she had just shared Vincent's orgasm through their bond. She had only a moment to consider this wondrous happening before her body seemed to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces as her own climax consumed her.
Catherine was pleasantly surprised to find Vincent's reaction to this lovemaking quite different. He was wide awake. He leaned up on his arms to gaze down at her, his eyes filled with wonder and pride.
"Catherine. I didn't know. You should have told me it would be like this. I would never have waited so long."
With a trembling hand she touched his face.
"I didn't know it would be like this, Vincent, or I would never have waited so long." Her eyes filled with tears.
"I felt you, Vincent! I know what you meant now when you said my pleasure was your pleasure." She touched her neck where it still tingled from his love bite.
"When you came, I felt it! Vincent, I've never felt anything like that. It was wonderful."
Her trembling fingers touched his mouth. "Vincent, it was so beautiful."
Vincent smiled knowingly.
"I know, Catherine. I know."
Catherine touched his face again, overcome with emotion at the look
of innocent discovery she saw in his eyes. Vincent settled into her embrace and Catherine was delighted to discover that he seemed inclined
to kiss and cuddle even more than usual. She found herself growing sleepy. Sensing this, Vincent moved to cradle her against his chest in a
more comfortable position and they both soon fell into a very sound peaceful sleep.