TWELVE
CASEN
The door crashes against the wall, rattling the pictures I recently hung of the Chicago Skyline and Wrigley Field. After tossing the basket and bag across the room, scattering food everywhere, my hands are fisted in her hair while crashing my lips onto hers. I don’t give a shit. All I can do is breathe her in. I don’t want to think anymore. I’ve done way too much of that the past few months. I just want, no I need, to feel.
The place is dark but I don’t bother switching the lights on as I drag her down the hallway toward my bedroom, our lips never parting. My foot hits the door, pushing it open, and we tumble inside. Embyr’s beach cover up is the first to go, and I push her down into a sitting position on the bed before it even hits the floor.
She laughs, a sound I have missed so much. “Impatient?” she asks.
Crossing my arms I grab my shirt and pull it over my head and stalk toward her. She lays on her back, her feet still dangling over the edge of the bed. My knees hit the ground and I push her legs apart, gripping the sides of her bikini bottoms. I slide them down her ass, over her thighs, and she willingly picks her feet up so I can rid her of them. Her knees fall to the side, giving me complete and total access to her pussy. I’ve missed the sight of it, the taste. I can’t wait a minute longer to have her on my tongue so I spread her lips apart and lick slowly from bottom to top, taking a moment to give a little nip to her clit. Her hips push back but I snag them with my hands, keeping her pussy pressed tightly to my face.
“Oh God.” She moans in the sultriest voice. “Do that again.”
I do. I flatten my tongue and press hard against her. Each time I reach the top I suck or bite on her clit. Her hands reach down, grabbing a hold of my hair, and she moves her body, keeping contact with my face. Faster and faster she grinds on me, and I smile knowing that I’m about to make her come again. Her body is so receptive to me.
She whimpers and releases my head to prop herself up onto her elbows. “I want to watch,” she says. My eyes meet hers and I make a show of taking all of her between my lips. My tongue makes its way into her pussy and I circle a thumb on her nub, pushing hard with both.
“Dammit!” she screams. “Casen, fuck!”
Her head falls back in ecstasy and she starts to pulse. On my tongue. On my thumb. I can feel her orgasm rippling through her. I pull my tongue out of her and lick up the juices that are flowing from inside her. She shudders, attempting to scurry back, but I’m greedy. I hold her hips to me.
“Don’t move, Embyr.” I warn. “I want to lick up every single drop.”
Her hips start to move again. “I can’t. You have to stop.”
My ego inflates. “Why? You don’t like it.”
“No.” She grinds harder. “It’s too much. I’m going to come again.”
Without warning, I shove two fingers inside her and take her clit between my lips, sucking hard. I pump my digits fast and her screams get loud. So loud I’m sure the people on the streets can hear my name.
“Stop! Casen, please. I can’t!” She begs. Pleads of me, but I won’t. It’s impossible for me.
“Come again, Embyr,” I tell her in between nips. “And it won’t be the last time tonight.”
“Ahh.” She cries. “Oh my God. I’m coming again.”
And she does. This time I pull back, leaving my fingers in, and watch her come beneath them. It’s a beautiful sight to see her in her most vulnerable state. When the pulses stop and her body relaxes, I take my fingers out.
She’s spent. Depleted. But I’m not done with her yet.
“Scoot back onto the bed.” I command as I stand up.
Slowly, she pushes herself toward the headboard, her red bikini top still firmly in place. I walk to the side of the bed and reach down, slipping a hand underneath the fabric. Her nipples are hard and her breast fills my hand. It’s fucking perfect. Her eyes are closed. I release her tit and reach behind her neck, untying the material and dragging it down her chest. Embyr reaches behind her, eyes still secured shut, and unties the one at her back. My pointer finger arcs, snatching the material and sends it flying across the room.
“Your tits are perfect, Embyr.” My voice is a whisper as I lean down and take a pink nipple between my lips.
She moans. “That feels so good, Casen.”
“I want to fuck these.” I growl, getting more aggressive with my touch. “Slide my cock through them and come all over your chest.”
Her eyes flutter open – barely visible are her deep chocolate irises. “I missed that dirty mouth.”
I unbutton my shorts, then grabbing the zipper, I pull that down slowly. My boxers follow my shorts to the floor. Carefully, I lean onto the bed, sliding myself between her legs. They open for me obediently. “What about my cock, Em?” I ask, pushing it just a fraction inside of her. She’s tight. So fucking tight. “Did you miss my cock?”
She sighs. “God yes.”
“You’re so fucking snug. Has anyone fucked this since the last time I claimed you?”
