So...I decided to write another chapter to this story. As requested, here's the morning after. I can't wait for the start of the second half of the season tonight. Enjoy.

Catherine awoke to the most pleasant sensation. She was spooned against Vincent, his hand covering her breast and his nose was buried in her hair. Their legs were tangled together and she could feel his morning hardness pressed against her. She recalled the previous night and how well he had taken her. All four times.

"Good Morning," Vincent whispered in her ear. He nuzzled her neck and pressed a light kiss on her. His arm tightened around her.

She moaned. His hard body felt so good pressed against her back. Turning in his arms, she gazed into his still sleepy eyes.

"Good Morning." She pressed a light kiss on his nose. "I enjoyed our date."

He smiled, his eyes alighting with joy. "Me too." He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. His hand traveled lightly down her neck, sending a spark of fire through her body. He ran his hand up and down her back, pressing her closer and closer.

"In fact," he continued while leaning down, "I'm still enjoying it."

He pressed his lips gently against hers. The uncontrollable passion of the previous night was sated for the moment. At least she thought it was, until the touch of his tongue against hers sent a jolt through her body.

Catherine sighed into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He gave her slow, wet kisses, that drugged her senses. She met each slow lick of his kiss with her own.

Soon, he rolled her onto her back and settled himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around him as he began pressing kisses along her cheek and down her neck. She arched against him, trying to draw him inside, but he wouldn't let her.

She let out a frustrated moan as he rubbed himself against her. He worked his way further down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed, kisses along her body.

"Oh yes Vince," she sighed when his lips enveloped her breasts. Her body, already on fire, burned hotter. He could get her from interested to desperate in no time at all. She wanted him in her now, but he was taking his time at her breasts. Sucking. Nipping. Licking. Driving her absolutely insane. She gripped his head in her hands and held him closer.

"I need you," she panted. "Now Vincent. I need you now." She squeezed her legs around him, eliciting a growl from him.

She was addicted to that growl. Its low rumble let her know that she had just sent him over the edge. Pushed him beyond his control. She squeezed him again and was delighted when pressed back against her. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!

Vincent reached over to the side of the bed for a condom. His hand found one and he sat up to tear the package open. Catherine watched as he quickly rolled it down his straining cock. She licked her lips at the sight. He was so beautiful and he was all hers.

He came back down on top of her and easily slid inside. She gripped his sides with her legs and held on to his shoulders. He slowly moved against her. Their lips came together again, but this time all softness was gone. Vincent brought her hands over her head and held them down as he worked himself in and out of her. Catherine moaned into his mouth once he found the right spot and rhythm.

Vincent trailed kisses from her mouth to her ear. "Do you like that?" He whispered into her ear.

Her answer was a long drawn out moan. He groaned in return and began moving more quickly. Despite making love four times last night, it felt as if each time just skimmed the surface of their lust. She was desperate for him. She wanted to stay locked with him like this all morning. She wanted to explore him during the day, to see if there was any part of him she missed.

Vincent growled into her neck as she tightened around him. His hands tightened over hers as both their orgasms grew closer. Catherine could hear the bed springs squeaking and the head board banging against the wall as Vincent lost control. If she were more lucid, she'd wonder if JT had gotten home yet and could hear them. But she wasn't. She didn't care who heard them. All that mattered was the explosion coming.

Then it happened. Her body tensed before a strong wave of pleasure crashed through her body. She bit his shoulder at the intensity of her release. Vincent pounded into her harder and harder until he held himself still inside of her as he came.

"Aw fuck..." Vincent cried as he came. HIs hands loosened from hers, allowing her to wrap her arms around him. She held him through the tremors that shook their bodies. She loved the closeness between them, as their bodies connected at this most elemental level.

Rubbing her hands up and down his back as he recovered, she told him, "If we get any better at this, we may just die from the pleasure."

He chuckled into her neck. "But what a way to go."

He leaned up on his elbows so he could look down at her. "Let's wake up like this every morning. What's better than starting the day with soul searing orgasms?"

She laughed. "I think my sister will notice I'm gone every night. She's already going to grill me once I get home."

He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on her lips. "Tell her you have a hot new lover that you just can't get enough of."

"But who is my hot new lover?" she teased.

He rolled off of her and hopped out of bed. He took off the condom and threw it in the trashing before slipping on his boxers. "Only me Cat. Only me."

Catherine leaned up and watched him as he walked around the room gathering up their clothes. She sighed. He was so sexy. He wasn't one of those men who only worked on his upper body. His entire body was lean and muscular. How were they going to make it out this room to have breakfast if all she wanted to do was drag him back to the bed?

"You didn't have to put your boxers on you know," she told him.

He looked over at her and saw that she was watching him. "You like the view of my bare ass?"

She leaned up until the sheet covering her fell off. "You didn't guess that after I repeatedly grabbed it last night?" She looked down and saw that his boxers were beginning to tent.

"I think you like what you see."

He dropped the clothes back to the floor and walked back over to the bed. He leaned down and brushed his hand across her exposed breasts. "Cat being in the same room as you makes me want you."

Soon the sheets and his boxers were on the floor and she was in his arms. She really couldn't get enough of him and hoped their first date never ended.