I felt the breath from his words on the tender skin between my legs.
“Spread wider for me.” He ran his hands up from my calves to the front of my thighs, pressing down there, his tongue taking a light lick over my clit that had me holding on desperately to his shoulders. Cassian moved in closer, harder, tasting me as if I was the first meal he’d had for days, taking me to the edge of an orgasm within what felt like seconds. Tuesday night and last night, he’d done the same thing, working me up quickly, letting me explode like a firework. Teasingly confident and a master of his game, if that game was the prelude to sex.
A hand left my thigh, fingers running up the inside of my leg, one digit pressing against my entrance.
I came apart when Cas started to finger me, the welcome intrusion sensory overload. Stars were there inside my house, my legs barely able to keep me up, Cas’ talented tongue still flicking at my clit, his other hand on my breasts, tweaking my nipple into a hard point.
“I want you in me.” I could barely get my words out.
“You want me to fuck you?” He moved his mouth from between my legs, the shininess of my juices glinting there.
“Please.” I could see he liked the word. “Or shall we have dinner first?”
“I just ate. This will work up my appetite again.” His mouth found my nipple as he started to stand back up, his shirt cast to the floor.
I found the dexterity to undo his belt, then the button, pressing my hand against his hard cock, my body anxious to welcome it inside.
He groaned when I pushed his boxer briefs and jeans down, my fist curving round his erection, feeling the silk of his skin over the steel of his cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you against the door?” He nipped the skin of my neck. “Or have you on the new sofa?”
“Door. Sofa later.”
Cas’ laugh was dark and dirty. “Condom in my pocket. Get it out and put it on.”
I was momentarily bereft, my hands searching for the square packet, then busying themselves to tear it open.
Cas helped, his fingers assisting mine, guiding my small hands to put the condom on his cock which I couldn't stop staring at, even though I’d already been acquainted with it quite closely. Large enough to be just the right size, thick enough to make my mouth water.
Lust-drunk, he manoeuvred me against the door, taking my mouth in a kiss that was illegal in seven countries.
“Later, we do this slow. I want to see your tits bouncing when you ride my cock too, want to suck on those nipples and see how many times I can make you come.” His fingers dug into my ass, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock starting to press inside me.
I groaned as he started to fill me up, the sweet pain of the stretch making my eyes roll back into my head, the start of another orgasm building deep inside me.
It wouldn’t take long, I knew. Cas started to move, his eyes on mine, that chocolate brown still full of dirty thoughts.
“You feel fucking amazing, Romy. I’ve been thinking about being inside you all fucking week.” He kept his thrusts slow and hard, my pussy tightening around him. “The pretty lady who smiles so sweetly at the school gates looks even prettier being fucked like this. By me.”
“Just by you?” I dug my nails into his back. “You think this is yours now?”
The sound he made was like a roar, his pace quickening, my orgasm starting, the sound of thudding against the doorprobably enough to alert any neighbours who were enjoying a peaceful Friday evening in.
I had a brief thought about security and whether this was on camera, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to care.
When he came, his eyes turned dark and almost dangerous, his breath coming hard, one of his hands leaving my ass and cupping my breast possessively.
“This is definitely mine now.”
I found myself nodding, remembering how his marriage had ended, feeling that something between us strengthen and for the first time in half a decade, accepting that life wasn’t planning for me to stay alone.
Cas held me when he lowered my feet back to the floor, hearts still pounding, kisses still messy.
He moved his head away and looked at me. “I didn’t plan on that happening until I saw you.”
“If I’d have planned on that happening, I wouldn’t have bothered with lipstick.” I raised my hand to rub away a pink stain on his face. “I’m glad it happened though.”
“So am I. I’m hoping it happens again. Many times.”
