"Because I can't resist you," he said, carefully enunciating each word at a time. "The first time I saw you, I couldn't even breathe."
"You could order a milkshake," I said teasingly, even though my heart was racing like crazy.
"You make the best milkshakes." He leaned in until his nose was brushing my cheek. "You make the best noises when you come. You make me crazy." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Crazier than I already was."
He slammed his mouth down on mine, cutting my laughter off. He slid his tongue against my lips, pressing them open and pushing inside. Slowly, he explored my mouth, tasting me and reminding me how he felt about me. As if I could possibly forget.
Working his hands under my chef jacket, he ran them up the back of my shirt and over my skin, unhooking my bra when he reached the strap. He pulled it down and cupped my breasts under my clothes.
"Everything about you is perfect," he said. He kneaded my breasts gently, making my nipples hard.
I shoved out of my jacket, pulled off my shirt and let my bra drop to his wrists. He pulled them away so it could fall to the floor, adding to the rapidly growing pile of clothes.
Tugging my hand, he drew me down to my knees, then onto my back on the floor. He got to work pulling off my shoes, socks and pants. Then grabbed my panties and pulled them away.
"If you could work like that…” he said admiring my bare body.
"I'd risk getting burned," I pointed out.
"We wouldn't want that." He lowered himself to his elbow beside me and tickled my stomach with the tip of his tongue, then gradually worked his way up, kissing my skin, my breasts, lavishing attention on one nipple, then the other.
His hand went the other way, moving down my stomach and between my thighs.
"You're so wet," he marveled. "So incredible."
"You'reincredible," I told him, letting my legs fall apart wider so he could slide his hand up and down my pussy, and his fingers inside me.
"I’m incredibly lucky," he said. He fucked me harder with his hand, spreading my arousal around my pussy, making me slick. At the same time, he took off his own clothes, throwing things in all directions.
"On your hands and knees," he said, his dominant side reasserting itself again. He slid his hand out of me and slapped my ass as I scrambled to do what he told me.
He grabbed my thighs, pulling them apart before pressing his face between my legs, licking all around my pussy and up to my rear hole. I quivered with every sensation he sent all the way through my core.
"Cass," I whispered.
"Harlow," he whispered back, at the same volume and with the same urgency.
"Are you mocking me?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.
He grinned. "Never," and went back to lapping at me.
With a groan, he pulled his mouth back, knelt behind me and pushed the tip of his cock into my pussy. Then the rest of him in one swift thrust.
"How do you do that?" he asked once he was fully seated inside me. "How do you feel even better every time?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," I said. Each time he was inside me was better than the last.
He took his time fucking me. Pulling out slowly and sliding back in. Carefully and methodically. He pushed his hand between us and stroked my clit just as slowly. Inching us forward, one step at a time.
"Come for me," he insisted.
I could have argued with him, could have tried to hold on, but I'd been thinking about this for hours. One more touch on my clit and I was spiraling. Shattering into so many pieces, I wasn't sure they'd come back together in the same way when I came back down.
I caught my breath and took stock. All my parts seemed to be intact. My hair had come out of my bun and tumbled down around my face. Apart from that, I was whole.
Speaking of holes, Cass was still thrusting into mine, still slow and deliberate, until his body stilled, his hands jerked against my hips, and he came, coming inside me with a grunt that almost sounded frustrated, like he'd been trying to make himself last for longer but couldn't hold on anymore. He thrust into me a couple more times before sagging over me and sliding out.
"Magic," he whispered. "That's what you are."
