Abel was moving quickly towards the edge. He and Naomi were in the bedroom, naked, on the bed. Abel was on his back and Naomi was on her side, next to him. She had her hand around his cock and was stroking it at a steady pace.
Ten minutes ago, their positions had been reversed. Naomi was on her back and Abel was on his side next to her. His pointing and index fingers were inside her. He was running them inside her soft wetness, massaging its front wall and brushing his hand's palm across her pubic mound with each entrance and exit. He had his mouth over her nipple, circling it with his tongue, sucking it gently, and giving it an occasional nibble.
Naomi had one hand around Abel's cock, but she had just been holding it for the past minute or two. Naomi's moans grew a little louder as he moved his mouth to her other nipple, feeling it standing erect as his tongue first touched it.
"You're gonna make me.. come", she said, knees bending and straightening a few times and feet pushing the sheets and covers closer to the end of the bed.
Abel moved his hand a little faster, giving her nipple a gentle bite. His cock hardened at the pleasurable sounds she made.
Naomi breathed in and then let out a longer moan. Abel could feel her swell inside, his fingers tightly enveloped. He kept up the pace until Naomi relaxed, rolling over with a smile and with her eyes closed, as if she was immediately going to nap. Abel laid back as well, happy she had come. A few moments passed.
After a deep breath and a sigh, Naomi turned her head toward him with eyes still closed and said "Now, you."
Back at the present, Abel felt tension building from the attention Naomi was giving him. His leg and chest muscles were clinched as he willed himself towards completion.
Naomi was stroking him with his cock pointing down, the direction of his legs, and was rubbing it overhanded. The angle felt like it would bring Abel to a drawn out release, rather than an abrupt eruption. Every other minute or so, Abel could feel his precum add to the slickness of her hand. The angle also positioned her fingers along the underside of his head, and with each stroke, they stimulated that sensitive area.
Naomi had her left hand around his balls. He was getting very close and she could tell by the rising frequency and volume of his moans.
Abel had his arm around Naomi and squeezed her shoulder.
"Will you slow down a little?" he asked.
"Is it feeling good?" Naomi asked.
"Very, very good", he responded.
She slowed the pace and he groaned in reaction. It felt like he was on a plateau and her slowest touches were keeping him at a level of arousal just centimeters away from an orgasm. The wet sounds of Naomi's hand confirmed precum was making it slick.
She continued touching him at that slower pace for a couple of minutes.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
Abel realized he was holding his breath.
"So, so good", he exhaled. "But I really need to come."
She sped up and with the arm he had around her, he pulled her body closer to him. She gave his balls a firm squeeze in her hand for several seconds, willing the floodgates to open and allow his full balls to release. His body was now so tense, he knew he'd need to come soon.
With one hand still stroking him steadily, Naomi placed her other hand below his balls and pressed, adding to the pressure already building there. She was pushing him over the edge. He took a breath, feeling that he was at the point of no return.
Then, a sound from what felt like another world instantly brought him crashing back to earth - Someone was knocking on the front door.
Naomi had heard it too. Her hand was still around him but had stopped moving. Sure enough, the knock came again meaning whoever it was wanted to see someone, not just alert the house that a package was dropped off.
"Oh my god", Naomi said with an annoyed tone.
Abel's head was half clear. He felt the erection he'd had withering away as a third knock came.
"I'll see who it is", Naomi said, standing up and quickly putting on a robe. Before walking out, she sent a quick smile at where he was lying on his back, sweaty and still breathing deeply.
He heard her open the front door and the sound of cicadas in the evening outside and listened to muffled, unintelligible voices for a moment. The front door closed and Naomi came back in.
"Doris says she sees something on the roof."
"What? Our roof?" Abel was doubtful. There had been false alarms from this same neighbor in the past.
"That's what she says", Naomi responded.
Abel laid back on the bed for a moment and sighed. Naomi was trading her robe for clothes. Abel rolled over with a groan and reached for his own clothes. He was now completely flaccid - the arousal of a few minutes ago completely gone.
Abel and Naomi stepped outside. The neighbor had gone in her house. They looked where she said she had seen something. Sure enough, there was a dark outline on the roof. Abel came back with a flashlight. Turning it on, two green eyes reflected the beam.
Naomi gasped. "It's Wheezy!"
The black cat had made her home in this area of the neighborhood.
"What are you doing up there, silly?" Naomi asked the cat, which was perched a few feet from the edge of the roof.
They brought out a ladder, then brought out an assortment of treats to lure Wheezy closer to the edge of the roof. She did not want to move. Finally, Naomi gave the cat a gentle prod with a stick and after complaining loudly, she came close enough to be grabbed. Naomi passed the cat down to Abel, and Abel placed her on the ground. They both suffered a few scratches and the cat ungratefully scampered into the night with its trademark hiss.
After putting up the ladder and washing their scratched arms, about an hour had gone by. Tomorrow was a work day and Abel started getting his work clothes together. Naomi walked up behind him and, wrapping one arm around him, felt for his groin.
"That was really bad timing", she said. "Do you need to finish?"
Abel had been thinking about the cat and work a moment before and made a snap decision.
