Golden 3

Shota Aizawa couldn't wait to see his special cat lady again.

He felt giddy, like a teenager, as he texted Cheshire so soon after their last tryst to suggest another. Really, though, he had to. He was fumbling around, unable to think or do anything constructive with his time except daydream about her voice, her smile, the way she flicked her furry ears when he said her name. He was so horny he was walking around with a semi hard-on most of the time, as well, and that was uncomfortable at his age. Shota packed a bag with extra clothes and a surprise for her.

She was a necessity. He needed all of her he could have, and fast.

He didn't waste time upon entering their hotel suite and seeing her seated on the bed smiling at him. Elly's phone vibrated, and she knew he had sent her money again. Her striped tail spread out on the bed twitched once and then lay still.

Shota embraced her and they shared a long, deep kiss.

"Can we talk, before..?"

She nodded and pat the bed beside her. "What's on your mind?"

He sighed nervously as he sat. "I want to know more about you. Where do you work, for instance?"

Elly pursed her lips and stared out into the distance. "Well, I'm self employed. I basically sell items to people that want them." She held up her hand when he seemed about to ask more. "I'm not ready to tell you more, yet. Ask another one?"

"Okay. Do you have a favorite color?"

"Ooh, that one's easy." She leaned on his side. "Purple, and also that aqua shade of blue that's really bright. You?"

"I guess I'm partial to simple black..? I know, it's not really a color. Maybe red."

"You wear a lot of black and gray."

"I don't have the patience to bother with coordinating outfits." He smiled crookedly. "It's easier that way."

"And you have two kids, huh?"

Shota panicked. "Uh, I ... yes. How did you..?"

"You're a popular topic. Rich people often are." She shrugged. "Articles pop up now and then, online and in print."

He wasn't sure what her tone indicated. Though he loved those kids dearly and would never give them up for anything, he worried she might see their adoptions as strange or, worse, not like kids. Most women he had met didn't care that he came with two add-ons that weren't even his biological children. They liked to spout platitudes about how "generous" it was, but when it came down to it, that meant money again. Always money.

He realized she had been staring at him for awhile and cleared his throat.

"I adopted both."

She placed her hand over his. "You're a good man," she said simply.

He blinked at her for a few seconds and then a lopsided smile spread across his tired features. And he was so distracted by the flood of warmth her words caused that he didn't see her wipe at her eyes.

They talked for a long while and learned a lot about each other. Shota didn't get anything else out of her about her job, but other than that he was pleased. He craved information and wanted to know all he could about her.

"I have another question," he murmured into her hair as he stroked it. "We both like art, I know that. Would you like to go to an exhibit with me this Sunday?"

Her eyes narrowed, but her body remained soft and relaxed next to his. "A lot of that is gonna depend on you. You've been paying me for sex. What more do you want?"

He winced at hearing her speak so plainly, but appreciated it at the same time. She wasn't wrong. "I don't want to stop seeing you," he told her truthfully. "I also want to spend money on you. I have enough, and it makes me happy to - to spoil you."

"It's okay," she murmured. "I want to keep seeing you, too."

"Well, uh. Can I ask if you're single? I am," he rushed on before she could answer.

"I'm single."

I want more! His heart screamed at him to press her, to ask if she saw him as someone worthwhile. To spend time with her outside of purely fucking like animals, although he really, really liked that part of their relationship.

What he said, however, was, "Are you okay with being my, uh..."

"Date?" The corners of her mouth twitched upwards.

"Please, come with -"

She interrupted him again, more gently this time. "Baby." Her hand caressed the back of his neck.

He melted, and derided himself for being so easily manipulated. "Yeah."

"I'll come with you," she purred softly. "Just tell me when you want to see me."

"Great!" He reached around, grasped her hand and held it to his lips.

"Now what do you want to do?"

Moments later he was grinding himself against her on the bed, panting and rolling about as she moved with him.

"Yes! You're wild, baby, and I love it."

"Oh? You like wild?" He ran his tongue out, lapping the side of her cheek and down her neck. "Mmmn. Take this off. Take it all off."

"You, too. I want to see your yummy body."

He choked. "What?"

"Your body, Sho." She ran a hand up his shirt, purring loudly. "You're very well built, and I love your chest."

Yours is so much better than mine, he thought as they shed each other's clothing. You're so goddamn beautiful it hurts my heart.

Not to mention his sex. He had a raging erection below that caused him to gasp as she tugged his briefs off. They kissed again, and her hands toyed with him, stroking and dipping lower to cup his balls. Shota groaned louder and knelt close by her stomach to give her better access. She grinned upon seeing his penis so close and pushed her soft breasts together in an inviting manner.

So many things he had never done that he was experiencing with her for the first time. He crawled closer, letting her suck on him until he could barely stand it. Then he slid lower and thrust between her breasts, his slick member pushing easily firward and back.

"Your cock looks so eager, baby. That sweet, plump head is all red and dripping wet. You going to come like this?"

He growled eagerly and threw himself into the act, careful to not grip her breasts too hard. "Is it," he panted, "okay, to - to..?"

"If you want to, baby, just let go."

He moaned and his movements grew erratic. Just before he was about to come he surprised her by quickly pulling away. He held himself over her belly instead, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth drawn into a grimace. She watched him, feeling the warm semen hitting her skin and touched that he hadn't wanted to do that to her face.

"I ... couldn't," he huffed softly. "S'good, though. N - never did that before."

"Aww, cute. Um."

"Stay there, I'll get you cleaned up." He toddled unsteadily into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. "There."

"Thank you." She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times while he wiped her belly and breasts clean.

He tossed the soiled cloth indifferently aside and reached out to cup her cheek in one hand. "You're fussy, kitten. Come here and I'll take care of you."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered as their mouths met.

He had shyly bought a kit online for express delivery, and he drew out a rubber toy from the bag he'd brought. "I, uh... got something different, if it's okay."

She looked it over carefully. "This is one of those molded kits, isn't it? It's your dick!"

"I thought it might be sexier," he coughed.

"Lube it, baby," she told him, licking her lips as she stared at the flesh-colored toy so perfectly resembling his stiffened body part. "Lube it quick. I'm wet, but I want your cock extra nice and slippery."

His breath caught in his throat and he grasped the tube of lubricant, squirting a hefty amount to spread with one hand on the toy and then drying his palm off. She was writhing on the bed as she watched, increasingly excited as he got closer. He moved her tail carefully out of the way and rubbed the tip on her cleft, rolling it around.

"Yes," she hissed. "You know just how to tease."

"You want this fast or slow?" He asked. "I can get a good grip here to make it really deep, so..."

"Okay," she purred. "Be brutal, then. Go quick and deep after a few slow thrusts. Like, maybe like you lost control 'cause I felt so good."

He nodded, then took a deep breath. "Y - yes," he husked. "I think I can do that." He pushed the mold of his member inside her with a slurping sound. It was distinctly arousing to both hear and watch from so close up. She groaned, then whimpered as he tested his strength and the weight of the dildo. It held, and she started to buck up towards him so he braced himself and picked up the pace.

"Oh, god, baby, you feel so good inside me," she wept. Shota gulped and pumped harder, faster, angling the toy as he thrust. "Mmmn, it's just like you're really fucking me..! Sh - Shota, yes!"

This was so hot his penis was starting to twitch again. He never thought she wanted to make love to him this badly. Maybe, maybe soon they would do the actual deed. If he could convince himself she wouldn't hurt him, that was...

Elly cried his name out, quivering, and he recognized her orgasm. He slowed his pumping to match her breathing and then, when she collapsed onto the pillow, drew the dildo out. She lay there, chest rising and falling as she came down from her high.

Shota took the toy and washed it in the sink like the box had said, then dried it and stowed it away again. She joined him in the bathroom after a couple minutes, pausing to kiss him before sitting down on the toilet. He grinned. The casual act of peeing while he was in the room was more intimate than sex, he thought. It spoke of how comfortable she was around him.

Hopefully it meant things were heading in the right direction. She cleaned up and headed straight for his arms so they could cuddle for a time before parting again.

He sighed and allowed himself to know that he wanted her, and that he was falling in love.