Hell. He’d never wanted anyone half so badly as her.
He shoved the underpants down. His rigid length popped free, fully erect.
Cassia’s legs hooked behind him and pulled him close. He wrapped his arms around her waist again and kissed her tenderly, as slowly as he could manage. The soft skin of her fingertips trailed down his length, making Aevrin shiver and his length jerk with a pump of arousal.
He slid a hand between her thighs to the cloth of her underpants. Feeling they were soaked through from her readiness, Aevrin groaned. He spent a moment tracing the skin of her legs before peeling the cloth to the side with his hand. He slid afinger between her swollen, slick lips and inside the tight grip of her body, his thumb skimming over her, exploring the landscape of her flesh. Impatiently, Cassia reached down and guided his thumb to one spot in particular, his pointer finger still buried inside her.
Cassia’s whole body flexed. He could feel her squeeze tight around his finger, and had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning at the thought of how that would feel on his cock. She let go of him with her hands and placed them behind her on the sideboard, leaning her weight back.
He rubbed his thumb against the spot she’d guided him to, his movements growing harder as she made clear with small moans that she liked it. Aevrin watched with growing hunger as she tilted her head back, revealing the long slope of her pale neck, one breast still squeezed up over the lip of the brassiere for him to admire. She clenched to his touch, hips bucking lightly. She was so responsive he could spend the whole day touching her just to watch how she moved. He could make a whole study of her. There was no end to the things he wanted—no,needed—to try.
He needed her. Fuck; he needed her like he’d never imagined. No amount of lust he’d ever felt before, stroking himself raw in the dead of night, could compare to having Cassia splayed open before him, moaning against his hand.
“Let me put my cock in you,” he begged. Cassia nodded enthusiastically, biting her bottom lip.
He hadn’t had the self-restraint to keep this from happening, and he sure as hell didn’t have the self-restraint to go slowly now, of all times. He pulled his hands away from her warmth and grabbed his cock; tugged her underpants roughly to the side again and guided the glistening head of his member between the drenched, swollen folds at her entrance.
Cassia gasped and looked down at where his body rested against hers, not in yet. Aevrin held himself back a moment, drinking in the way her mouth hung slack with arousal, the way she stared like it was a fascination.
Cassia mewled. He pushed himself forward, into the warm grip of her; moaned and let his eyes fall shut for a moment as their bodies came together. With a grunt Aevrin buried the final inch of his full length inside of Cassia’s embrace. His whole body flexed as an overpowering pleasure burst through him.
She cried out and rocked against him, coming up off her hands to cling onto him instead. Their mouths met and for a long moment Aevrin was content just to let her body hold him as his mouth made love to hers. He was deep in Cassia, tongue and cock buried in her, which was just about the most beautiful and improbable thing he’d ever dreamed up.
Hehadto be dreaming. A lady deserved better than pure dumb cowherd urges. He didn't even have a sheath on over his cock; in his wildest dreams he hadn’t thought the afternoon would end with him and Cassia tangled up like this.
But he wanted more. No,neededmore. He grabbed Miss Cassia by her thick thighs, and stroked his aching erection slowly out and back into her slick grip. Reason be damned, she felt way too good around him for him to stop now. Cassia pressed her mouth against his neck, a muffled moan escaping her lips to vibrate against his skin as her arms clung tight around him. Aevrin squeezed her in his arms, one hand moving around her waist to keep her close against him.
He jerked his hips faster, overcome by urges as he thrust himself inside her, feeling the way their bodies fit together and all the friction of that embrace. Soon even the joke of ‘control’ he’d possessed was right out the window. He desperately hammered into her, the movements rapid-fire as he submitted to a pleasure stronger than anything he’d ever felt before. His hands were tight, clinging to her body as if for dear life. It took everything he had not to spill immediately into her. A litany ofnot yet, not yet, please Saints, a moment longer.
Cassia was gasping and moaning in his arms as Aevrin fucked her as deep and frantic as his hips could move, his pelvis grinding up against her hips. She reached between them, her fingers playing with herself. With a grunt—if she needed that,hewanted to be the one to do it—he reached down to take over. He let her guide his hands how she liked, his thumb circling the tiny nub as his hips slowed into a series of long, deep thrusts. Suddenly she jerked a little, the whine from her lips turning into a full-blown cry of pleasure.
Her sex squeezed his cock so tight his eyes almost rolled back. Then her hands went limp around him, her body loosening in his arms as she gave a smaller cry, then silenced.
He stared down at her, jaw gritted tight as he groaned again.
“Did. You. Cum?” he managed through his clenched jaw.
“Mm,” was all Cassia seemed capable of saying.
He let Cassia lay back against the sideboard, pushed her thighs wider instead of tight around him, and slowed down even more. Deliberate thrusts; a moment’s pause between each fast, hard hammer. With each punch of pleasure Aevrin’s breaths turned into grunts. He didn’t want to cum. It would mean the moment was over. He wanted to live inside Cassia, for the pleasure to just go on building forever.
But there was a peak, and he was riding it, his whole body trembling with how close he was to toppling over the edge.
With one last desperate, hard thrust inside her, Aevrin let go. He came hard, pulsing as his seed shot from him, not in his hand for once but inhertight grip.
Shaking and panting hard, he braced a hand on either side of her and stared into her eyes for a moment. She stared back, looking flushed and done in. He closed his mouth, gathered her into his arms, and buried his face in the sweet smell of her hair. She hooked her legs loosely around him, then, seemingly exhausted, dropped them back down again.
Aevrin tried to wrap his head around what they’d just done as Cassia rested against his pounding heart. With his lust spent, the fog of desire he felt for Cassia momentarily cleared a little, letting him look at the moment straight-on, with a mix of wonder, fierce joy, and a bit of shame.
He didn’t know how he’d gotten so carried away. And yet he did, too. Because Cassia did something to him, woke something up deep in him, a hunger that was real, for her, not just a fantasy of a woman. But they’d barely talked about being anything, and now he was buried inside the slick home between her legs; he’d spilled in her, without any kind of protection or second thought. And, perhaps worst of all, he’d taken Cassia hurriedly, without ceremony or even an ounce of respect for her. He’d had her on a piece of furniture in an old dirt-floor house. Had he even done it right? She’d needed a hand to help her finish; maybe his cock wasn’t satisfying.
He should have courted her properly. And there should have been flowers, and a bed, and maybe a jug of wine, or—wasn’t there supposed to be all those things? Wasn’t he supposed to give a girl jewelry and take her out on the town before she let him do something likethis? She’d called him a gentleman before, but he wasn’t, and he’d just proved it. Not when it came to her.
He’d been nothing short of a hound to the woman he now intended would someday be his wife.
“You okay, lo—Cassia?” he whispered, face still buried in her hair, arms tight around her warm body. “I didn’t hurt you or nothing?”
“I’m good,” she whispered. He pulled his head away to look at her, to figure out whether she really meant it. She gave him a small smile, not a sad one, but maybe a little shy. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks looked flush. For a moment he felt a surge of possessive joy knowing he’d done that to her, that she was his girl and he wasn't ever letting her go. He pushed it down, gulped, and tugged at her brassiere to let her breast adjust more comfortably.
