“Fuck,sweetheart. Look at us—look at how perfect we are.” I fill her deeper from behind, watching us in the mirror. The sound of slapping, damp skin as I fill her to the hilt. “How well I fit inside you. I was fucking made for you.”
She moans, meeting the reflection of my eyes. “You make mefeel so good.”
“C’mon. It’ll be nice and warm out there now. You can get comfy, and I’ll keep making you feel good.” I reluctantly pull out, knowing she won’t be comfortable standing for much longer, regardless of how hot it is to watch us fuck in the blurry bathroom mirror. Not letting my hands leave her body for a single second, I urge us toward the bathroom door and into the small living space. As I expected, it’s damn-near tropical out here.
We fall together on top of the dark-green, quilted bedspread, and I slide a hand up her thigh, squeezing and tugging it over my waist. A needy sigh escapes as she rocks her hips into me. Palm sliding down my cock, she begins stroking with an unrelenting fist.
“Easy,” I groan. My fingers wrap around her wrist, halting the tugging motion. “Like I said—I want to makeyoufeel good. Relax and let me.”
Usually, we fuck. Rough, loud, sloppy, and with the constant threat of it being the last time. And while that’s incredible—the best sex of my life, easily—I don’t want it tonight.
Despite everything in my body wanting her hands all over me, I remove her fingers from my dick and gently place her arms at her sides. “No more touching, got it? This is about you.”
She purses her lips with annoyance, but nods slowly. My hands find their way to her tits without hesitation. After so long without her, the feel of them spilling out around my palms makes my cock twitch against her thigh. I follow the curve of each breast with my tongue, then lick and suck her dark nipples. My lips drag down her stomach, leaving a soft kiss where earlier I felt Little Spud kick for the first time. When I reach her upper thighs, she’s lifting her hips off the bed and aggressively gripping the quilt beneath us.
“Quit torturing me,” she whines.
“Breathe, baby.” I rock forward to kiss her before moving back down to the warmth between her creamy thighs. “I know how you love being treated like a slut, but tonight”—I swipe my tongue along the soft skin of her inner thigh, forcing an arch in her back—“you’re my queen. I might not be good enough for you in a lot of ways… this isn’t one of them. IknowI can fuck you better than anyone. One day you’ll come to your senses and find a better man, and you’ll think of me every damn time you’re in bed with him.”
I kiss her clit softly to distract myself from the thought of her with somebody else. It’s a heavy, smothering weight on my chest—the seemingly inevitable future where Cassidy and our baby are being taken care of by someone other than me. Where I’m condemned to a life of watching another man give Cass the things she deserves. If I think too hard about it, I can’t breathe.
“Chase.” She grabs my hair, but not to push my face into her pussy. Instead, she yanks upward, forcing my eyes to meet hers. “I don’t want another man. I want you.Only you. The way I’ve acted lately was shitty, but it had nothing to do with who you are. No matter what happens, how complicated this gets, I’ll still want you.”
“Then let go of my hair and let me pretend to be worthy of you for tonight.” I slip a finger inside her wet entrance while I kiss her bare skin with a moan.
“Fuck,” she whimpers when I pull away.
“Get comfortable, sweetheart. We’ll be here for a while.” Her arousal coats my tongue with a single swipe, and my self-control is quickly fading. I talk a big talk about making this last. About wanting tomake loveinstead of fuck. But the soft moans, her writhing body, and delicate taste of her is pushing me to the brink of coming already.
Alternating between attentive licks and gentle kisses, I don’t stop until she’s pulling my hair with so much force I might be bald when we’re done. Her hips buck against my face as I hone in on her swollen, glistening clit. Sucking. Grazing my teeth across. Fingers crooked deep inside her, coaxing her to make a fucking mess of me. I lick in rapid, tight circles until she’s flooding my face with her cum. The most spectacular waterfall I’ve had the pleasure of bathing in.
“Atta girl,” I say, finally coming up for oxygen with a dopey, drunk smile on my face. “Never make me go a month without you again.”
“Deal. Even when I meet my future husband, I’ll keep you as my side-piece.” She squints down at me with a devilish grin. The orange flicker of the fire dances across her skin in time with my wandering hands.
“God, you’re such a brat.”
And I fucking love you.
“You love it.”
I smirk. “I do.”
And you. I love you.
To shut myself up, I kiss her stomach—a reminder of why I can’t rush my confession and risk losing her again.Maybe for good, this time. Her nails rake across my shoulders and down my arms. Over the scars, bumps, imperfections in my flesh. She sees me. She knows me. And, somehow, she’s here in spite of it all.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, grabbing her ass and pulling her to meet me. Seeing a contented expression on her face, I wrap her creamy, smooth legs around my waist.
The head of my cock glides up her slit with ease, forcing drops of pre-cum onto her clit with each slow thrust forward. “Rub that in for me, baby.”
Her dainty fingers find their way to her clit, massaging the beaded liquid into her skin. I notch the tip inside her, then hold still. My cock’s pulsing with anticipation, desperate to feel her everywhere. She’s so fucking tight, clenching around the head as her fingers work over her pussy. My girl’s a soaking wet mess.
“Quit teasing.” She rolls her hips to force my cock a tiny bit deeper.
“I’m just watching. I fuckinglovewatching you play with yourself.” I touch her, collecting her wetness and spreading it down my shaft with a slow stroke. Then I bring my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. One by one. Taking pleasure in the sweet taste of her cum, the needy look in her eyes, and the pink blush travelling from her cheeks to her chest.
“Oh, yeah?” She picks up the pace, punishing herself with her fingers and arching her back. Driving my cock deeper yet. It’s no longer just the tip—I’m halfway inside her, and her muscles are working overtimeto draw me all the way in. I groan, fighting to keep from fucking her senseless.
