My girl is so responsive. So eager. And always, so greedy for more, taking everything I give her while begging for more.
“That’s it, city girl,” I growl, gripping her hips as I set a steady rhythm. “Take it just like that.”
Her moans fill the small cabin, mixing with the sounds of our bodies coming together, and I can feel her clenching around me already. It was all I could do to wait until after we’d eaten the frozen pizzas, with my brother and Anna, before getting her alone.
But as soon as I did, I had her clothes off, hungry for something very different than dinner.
I can feel how close she is now. I can read her body like a book I’ve memorized every page of.
It’s only been a little more than a week with my girl, but it might as well have been forever the way I feel about her.
I’m completely undone by her. In every way.
I slide one hand up her spine, feeling the slight tremor that runs through her body as I press deeper. This isn’t just sex anymore, I’m not sure it ever was.
I’ve never been good at communicating. Especially not about feelings. But every time I’m inside her, I feel like I’m trying to tell her something that words can’t quite capture.
That this thing between us…I don’t want it to end. That she matters to me. Maybe more than she should after only a few days, but regardless…it’s true.
And it terrifies me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur, leaning over her back so I can kiss between her shoulders. “Like you were made just for me.” I punctuate every word with a thrust.
“Cash…”
I’ve never felt a connection like this. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. And it’s more than just physical, although God knows the sex is fucking incredible.
It’s the way she makes me laugh. The way she gets me to open up, and the way I want to know everything about her, too. The way she looks at me, like she believes in me.
I increase my pace, both of us so close to the edge. She pushes back against me, matching my rhythm. Her hands grip the sheets as she desperately tries to hold herself in place.
“You’re mine, Kali.” The words slip out before I can stop them. It’s too much, too possessive, and too fucking vulnerable. But I can’t help it. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps as her release presses ever closer. “God, Cash. I’m yours.”
I pull her up so her back is flush against my chest. I wrap one arm around her waist while the other finds her perfect tits. She’sso beautiful like this. Flushed and desperate, and completely fucking mine.
I bring my hand down between her legs, finding her clit and pinch it just hard enough to cause her to cry out as she falls apart. Her tight pussy walls clench tighter around me, pulling me closer to my own release.
“That’s it,” I growl, continuing to move inside her, chasing my climax. “Come for me, city girl. Show me how much you need me.”
She’s trembling and gasping my name as I lose myself inside her with a groan that comes from deep inside my chest.
Afterwards, we stay that way for a moment. Connected and breathing hard with her pressed up against my chest. I’m not ready to let her go.
I’m no longer sure I’ll ever be ready.
“Don’t go,” I murmur against her hair. “Stay. Just like this.”
She giggles and slips out of my arm. “I need to clean up,” she says with a smile. “I still need to write, remember?”
I remember. After all, that’s why she’s here.
Reluctantly, I let her go. I watch as she pads naked across the floor to the small attached bathroom.
When she disappears inside, I drop back on the bed and run a hand through my hair.
I’m so fucked.
