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Wuthering Heights was known for its constant storms, thunder crackling in the sky a regular occurrence for its patrons.
But another thing was constant to be heard.
Moans coming from various rooms in the manor, whether they were fake or not, proved to be a frequent distraction.
Suspiciously, a third of the time these erotic noises were heard, Catherine, or Cathy, Earnshaw was nowhere to be found.
Cathy panted softly, her eyes shut as she rocked back and forth. The warmth of Heathcliff’s breasts kept her sane at times, warm when the coldness of the manor and the world threatened to swallow her whole.
Her cock was rubbing against his breasts, right in between them, a suggestion brought upon their lovemaking by Heathcliff himself. Her cock rubbed against his mouth every so often, to which he licked the tip teasingly as a way to egg her on.
She wanted to be inside him. She wanted to feel that warmth and to see if it matched his outer shell. But she didn’t want to risk pregnancy, so she held back.
Cathy was glad Linton wasn’t anywhere near the manor, instead at his own to sort out some “family affair” as he called it.
She got more time to spend with Heathcliff, after all. She looked down at his pitiful but oh so adorable face, watching him lick her dick as she continued to rub it against his lips and breasts.
Before she could stop herself, she felt Heathcliff grab her base and shove her cock into his mouth, eliciting a moan from her before she covered her mouth.
Heathcliff’s head bobbed up and down, his purple eyes staring up at her as he continued to lick at her.
Cathy reached down to grab one of his hands tightly in her own, her embarrassment of the situation being outweighed by how good it felt to feel his mouth around her.
She felt him suck, and she released in his mouth. Cathy watched him swallow her spend, a sense of pride in her as she marveled at how blissed out he was from her.
But she wasn’t done, no.
She wanted a piece of the pie.
She moved down from where she was straddling Heathcliff’s chest, now sitting in between his legs with a goal.
Get him pregnant, or get caught trying.
A mindset she never had before, and likely wouldn’t have again, but as lust clouded her mind and her cock entered Heathcliff’s warmth, hearing his moans, she failed to really care.
Cathy covered Heathcliff’s mouth with her hand, shushing him.
“We’ll get caught, you know. That’s the last thing I want.” She whispered, biting her lip to stifle a moan that came from her as she felt Heathcliff’s walls clench around her.
Heathcliff nodded obediently, leaning his head back as he felt her thrust in and out of him. Cathy, seeing an opportunity, sank her teeth into his collarbone. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave a reminder. A reminder of their love.
She moved one of her hands to Heathcliff’s shoulder, the other that was once on his mouth now on his thigh as she continued to thrust. Cathy never suspected she had this much stamina, but she wasn’t one to judge. Especially not now, when her cock was deep inside Heathcliff.
She wasn’t long, only 4 inches, but he was still moaning and clenching around her like she was double that. It boosted her pride, knowing he liked this as much as she did.
Cathy felt Heathcliff growing closer to his impending release, not only by how loud she could hear him moaning but by how much slick he was producing was this normal making loud squelching noises as she thrusted in and out of him.
When he came, she slowed down a little. But not completely. She still hadn’t come. He knew that.
She needed her release, whether it was inside him or out.
Cathy picked up her pace once more, watching Heathcliff squirm from the overstimulation. All she did was press a kiss to his throat before speeding up again, hearing him whimper.
She continued the thrusting of her hips, feeling Heathcliff come once more. She wasn’t close, still. Cathy was surprised she hadn’t. She felt attracted to Heathcliff, but she still hasn’t come.
She slowed her hips down to a gentle pounding as she picked her head up from where it was on his collarbone.
“You feel… really nice, Heathcliff. Really nice. Yeah.” She muttered, hearing him respond with another whimper. Wow, nice vocabulary.
She sped her hips up, hearing Heathcliff let out a shaky moan the first of many she’s heard out of him as she hit a certain part of him. She’d forgotten about how it brings him pleasure, only hitting it a few times when she fingered him thirty or so minutes before now.
Cathy finally, finally, felt herself growing closer as she hit that spot in him, hearing his moans as she quickly pounded into him. Her eyes trailed down from where they were on his face to his chest.
He wasn’t fond of his breasts, she knew, but she wanted to dote on them a little as she’s done with all of his body.
And all they got was a small squeeze. And she felt Heathcliff come again. But she was closer than last time, that was for sure.
She continued to hit that spot in him, watching Heathcliff squirm and writhe against her as she continued to fuck him.
Cathy was on the brink of her release, feeling Heathcliff come once more on her cock as she released alongside him.
The woman sighed and pulled out, laying down next to Heathcliff.
Cathy felt two arms wrap around her waist and she sighed contently.
She almost forgot two very important things.
For starters, when was Linton returning? His manor truly wasn’t far from Wuthering Heights. She hadn’t seen Hindley anywhere in the manor once he left, either.
And the other thing.
She came inside Heathcliff.
On complete accident.