“Coming,” he managed to get out as he surged and shook, jetting into her in an explosion of pleasure that seemed never-ending. He almost hurt as he emptied, the ecstasy mind-blowing.
She lay under him, still hugging him to her as she panted and he came, until he collapsed on top of her, unable to catch his breath.
“F-uck,” he whispered, withdrew, and moved to the side so as not to crush her. But Cass rolled over him, the press of her soft breasts cushioned against his chest, her body heavy against his sensitive cock.
“Wow.” Cass sighed and lay her head against his chest. “Your ugly is still showing. We have to do that again.”
“My…what?” His brain had yet to restart, and he lay there, so incredibly satisfied, as he strove to get back to normalcy. Better than any drug, Cass had him hooked and high and smiling.
“Your bruise. That purple blotch marring all that perfection.”
“You’re good with words too.” His voice sounded scratchy, his breathing still raspy. He reached around the small of her back to hug her to him and sighed. “God, you feel amazing.”
“You too. You’re a master between the sheets. Or, er, on top of them.”
He chuckled, his dick now throbbing gently. “Let me get rid of this.”
“I’ll do it.”
Before he could protest, Cass shifted and took the condom from him. He hissed at the contact, but she’d already gone and returned with a warm, wet washcloth. She bathed his dick with it, and it felt so damn good.
Then she folded it over and washed herself while she watched him.
“I should do that.” He felt almost drunk. “But first I need to get my strength back. I’m weak.”
“You’re male. I get it.” She left to dispose of the washcloth in the bathroom and returned with a big smile. “I came hard.”
“No question I did.” He hugged her to his side as she joined him in her bed. The feel of her next to him made everything right, and all the worries and fears he’d earlier shared no longer existed. “So, ah, are you on any birth control?”
“I was on the pill for a while but stopped after Sean. Why?”
“Curious.”
She shifted onto her elbow to look at his face. “Wondering if the condom broke? It didn’t.”
He smiled. “You scared you’ll have to make an honest man of me if it did?”
She blinked, the expression she wore one hard to read. A cross between panic and confusion.
He laughed, harder when that confusion turned to a frown. “Relax, Cass. I won’t get you pregnant with a condom that didn’t break. I mean, it’s true I’m super, thus I have super sperm. But they have yet to leap a single building and break through latex.”
Her blush caused more laughter.
She smacked his chest. “Not funny. I’m not ready to be a mom yet.”
“But you’d be so good at breastfeeding.” He eyed her pert breasts, perfect handfuls with rosy nipples.
She snorted. “Such a guy.”
“What? It’s a known fact many men are fascinated by breasts. I love sucking yours.” He reached out to cup one and rubbed his thumb over her nipple, mesmerized as it hardened and a pretty pink flush stole its way over her face. Before she could stop him, he leaned in to kiss it.
He carefully guided her onto her back and kissed her nipple again. He started sucking and sighed. “I dream about this.”
She whispered his name, her fingers burrowing through her hair.
Annoyed with himself for not paying enough attention to her breasts, Mack spent time massaging them, kissing them, and sucking her into a writhing, trembling mess.
“That’s what I like to see. Officer Carmichael, at my mercy.” He put his face between her breasts and inhaled the essence of her, such a sweet, sultry woman. He leaned up and sat on his knees over her belly, his hands still caressing her chest.
