Of course not ...

... you'll talk her into it.
Hopefully...

"What's the matter? Weren't you the one who wanted to make up?"

You need all your self control to pronounce these words instead of simply bend her down over the sink and take what you want.

"I ... y-yes, but this isn't what I meant ... I mean, we can't do this ... yet."

She seems to be trying to deny you without leaving her character now.
Awesome.

"But we do love each other, don't we? I think it's really important that we seal our love tonight Miranda ..."

You ease your grip and let your hands slide on her smooth skin, caressing the side of her thighs.

"So ... you're not mad at me, are you? For Matt, i mean..." Asks Cat, still wary but clearly more relaxed.

You have to play this smart.

"Yeah ... I mean, you are here with me, right?" As you finish the phrase, you gently draw her back to you kissing her neck and locking your arms around her.

Cat lets you hold her like that, but on her face you can easily read how she is thinking of a way to get out of the situation without hurting your feelings.
You take advantage to explore her body.
Her breasts fills your hands completely : you weight them through the t-shirt, feeling the nipples harden under your undesired yet effective caresses.
Imperceptible , involuntary little moans slip out of her mouth as you keep kissing her neck and fondling her.

"John ... this is ... wrong! I mean... it's wrong ... to hasten things ... We'll have plenty of time now that we are together ..."

Words struggle to leave her mouth.
If she's unable to come up with something better that this, it means that this is you chance.
It's now or never.

"Miranda, I really can't wait anymore ...Why do you want me to stop? Am'I so worse than Matt and all those guys at the parties?"

You squeeze her breast harder and almost lift her off her feet, pushing your hips with more **** against her.
She doen't know how to reply.
Your words seems to have hit their mark.

"I-I don't know ... John ... B-But we should ... really ... stop ... now ... Please, John, stop ... I beg of you! "

You turn her head to you and kiss her, preventing her to keep talking and any possible further attempt to break off her character as she was about to do a while ago when cornered.
She squirms at first, but when your suddenly bold hand dives between her thighs, nailing her wet arousal with your fingers, you feel her change.

A moment of vulnerabily, of abandon, her eyes close and immediately you know what to do.
With unexpected ease, you tilt your hips and slide yourself inside her to the hilt with just one steady thrust.
It's incredible how the tip of your cock finds immediatly its way inside Cat's wanting gap, almost like guided by it's own will, lured in by her seething desire.
Startled she breaks the kiss letting out a gasp of surprise.

"NO! John, what are you doing! We can't!" She hisses, betrayed by the reaction of her own body, which unfolds, sappy and warm, around your cock.

Eager as you are, you give her no time accomodate to the situation and neither her body to your cock.
Immediatley, you start pounding her, wrists blocked behind her back, so hard that any further attempt to speak gets twisted into incoherent grunts.
Soon she is just a quivering heap of flesh, mind lost in her pleasure, face scowling of angry lust at itself in the mirror, barely aware of your presence save but for your cock inside of her.

It's a crude and fast, angry almost, fuck, nothing like your previous expriences.
Spurred by her grunts, teased by the firm texture of Cat's toned body, you hammer into her with so much **** that you feel it is almost ****.
Her sex in return, grips you like you didn't even think it could be possible, it seems to tighten even more when you attempt to pull out, almost like it doesn't want you to go.
You can't last long like that, and you don't, in fact.