“That’s a deal.” Cassie unbuckled Taryn’s belt slowly and opened her jeans. She pulled back again to admire the incredible fucking sexiness of what was before her; Taryn looked like she’d been pulled from an explicit photoshoot for a lesbian calendar. How lucky was Cassie that she’d get this every month? Schedules willing, of course. But she didn’t want to think about any of that now. She only wanted to be in this amazing moment with this unbelievably sexy and sexual woman, someone she wanted to spend her lifetime exploring, appreciating, and constantly rediscovering.
Cassie kissed Taryn’s stomach, and ribs, and up to her chest. She stretched to meet Taryn’s mouth, and Taryn wrapped her hand in Cassie’s hair. Cassie moaned lightly as their kiss took her places a good orgasm would. The simple sensation of their lips pressed together, moving as one and drawing energy from each other, shouldn’t feel this good, but dammit if it wasn’t the best kiss in the world. All their previous kisses had been intensely arousing, but this one, with all its promise and love, felt better than most orgasms Cassie had ever had.
And the whole time, she got to stare into Taryn’s beautiful open eyes, which were focused entirely on Cassie. She felt the love, the adoration, the promise. And she hoped Taryn saw those feelings reflected back at her.
Cassie pulled away and tugged at Taryn’s jeans. She lifted her ass from the chair, and Cassie peeled Taryn’s jeans and shorts down to her ankles. Taryn’s heavy engineer boots protruded from the inside of the jeans, and Cassie swallowed. The calendar shot had taken a turn toward filthy sexy, and she was glad she was already on her knees, because seeing Taryn like that made her want to worship at her throne of leather and steel for hours.
She pushed Taryn’s knees apart, and the scent of her arousal rose up to greet her. Cassie licked her lips, barely able to stop from diving in and devouring her. They locked eyes. “Goddamn, what was I thinking, denying myself this?”
Taryn’s eyes half-lidded, and she held onto the chair. “I don’t know,” she whispered hoarsely, “but please don’t deny yourself now.”
Cassie took Taryn in her mouth and murmured against her skin when she found Taryn was already rock hard. She grasped Taryn’s hips and sucked her in, licking and flicking her clit until she settled into a steady rhythm that Taryn responded to.
“Fuck, that’s perfect.”
Taryn’s hips rose and fell gently, and Cassie shifted her hands to grab Taryn’s ass so she could pull her in closer.
Taryn wound her hand in Cassie’s hair. “Please…don’t stop.”
Cassie returned her lips to Taryn’s solid clit and sucked her in hard. She circled her tongue over and over, in time to the beat of Taryn’s movements, and kept her eyes open. She didn’t want to miss a single second of Taryn’s surrender. The way her hips moved, the way her stomach tensed, the noises she was making… Cassie thought she might come from the immensely sexual vision of it all.
Taryn pulled her hand from Cassie’s hair and gripped the backrest of the chair. She opened her eyes and looked down, and Cassie arched her eyebrows, hoping to communicate her desire. She thought about stopping, just for a second, to tell Taryn how fucking unreal she was, how it seemed that she stepped out of Cassie’s fantasies, the embodiment of sex in flesh. But the desperate plea in Taryn’s eyes was crystal clear, so Cassie controlled her smile and continued to suck and lick Taryn’s sex. Taryn slowly closed her eyes and rested against the chair, murmuring Cassie’s name quietly.
Cassie took one hand from Taryn’s hard ass and trailed her nails over the L-shaped muscle below her stomach. She ran one finger between Taryn’s lips slowly before she slipped inside. Taryn gasped and her eyes sprang open. For the briefest of moments, Cassie thought she might’ve overstepped and gone too far, but the pleasure in Taryn’s expression and her loud moan indicated otherwise.
“Oh, fuck… Yes.”
Cassie contained her delight that she’d managed to discover something new Taryn clearly enjoyed and risked another finger. The resulting expletive and guttural sound of desire spurred Cassie on in her exploration. She pushed her fingers in and out of Taryn’s slick pussy and continued to lick her clit. Taryn wrapped both hands around Cassie’s head and pulled her closer, and Cassie responded by pushing in deeper and harder. She kept her eyes open, not wanting to miss a single movement of Taryn’s body. Cassie was no pillow queen; she’d given her fair share of sex and enjoyed it, but this was so incredibly different. The mental connection she now shared with Taryn, the love Cassie held in her heart, made this feel so much more profound. She’d known she was falling before, but knowing now that Taryn had fallen with her amplified the sensation of every nerve ending and multiplied the pleasure she took from Taryn’s body. No longer just sex, this was making love. Connecting and reconnecting, over and over. It wasn’t even about getting off; it was about maintaining their intimacy.
“Keep doing that… Please,” Taryn murmured in gasps.
Cassie watched as Taryn let herself go, watched the contraction of her stomach muscles as she ground down on Cassie’s fingers, saw the subtle change in the fullness of Taryn’s lips—lips she wanted so badly to kiss but dared not change a thing about what she was doing.
Though Cassie thought it impossible, Taryn grew even harder in her mouth, and she held Cassie firm against her. There was no need; ten-ton trucks couldn’t have pulled her away. Taryn lifted her hips from the chair, moaned and writhed, cursed and murmured while Cassie controlled the pace of her tongue and the pressure of her fingers. Cassie felt Taryn’s climax approach, felt the quickening of her pulse, gripping her deep inside.
“Oh, fuckshit.”
Cassie almost laughed but kept her rhythm as Taryn flushed, and she peaked with a final expletive. Her body shuddered and vibrated her orgasm through and into Cassie, who moaned into the softness of Taryn’s lips as if she’d come herself. Cassie stayed inside Taryn, liking the intermittent contractions that squeezed her fingers hard and the slow softening of Taryn’s clit against her tongue. It was such a beautiful moment, and Cassie’s desire to cry didn’t surprise her. She fought against it, not wanting Taryn to think something was wrong. Especially when they were tears of esoteric euphoria. In taking everything Taryn had offered her in this moment, her body and her vulnerability, Cassie had released the doubts that itched to hold her back. She wanted this. She wanted Taryn. And Taryn was giving herself freely and wholly, and the beauty of that transfer of power was breathtaking, sealing their bond forever.
Cassie used her other hand to trace slow strokes over Taryn’s hip, and she shivered in response. She lifted her mouth from Taryn’s clit and kissed along Taryn’s thighs, enjoying the softness of her skin that disguised marble-like hardness beneath.
Taryn gazed at Cassie and shook her head slowly. “That was… I don’t think there are words for what that was.”
Cassie grinned and nodded toward the bed. “How about I do it all again and see if that prompts your vocabulary?”
“Yes, and yes.” Taryn got up from the chair and helped Cassie to her feet. “I’d love to scoop you up in my arms and carry you to bed, but I have a feeling that might not be a good idea for my ribs.”
Cassie pressed her mouth to Taryn’s chest then took her hand and led her to bed. “Why don’t you lie back, relax, and see if you can get used to this.”
Taryn eased onto her back and shuffled up the bed. She opened her legs wide and beckoned Cassie to join her. “I’ve got a feeling it’s not going to be that hard to get used to.”
Cassie smiled widely. “I like the sound of that… And I do like the sounds you make when you come.”
“Well, who am I to deny you anything?” Taryn put her hands behind her head. “I’m ready for you.”
Cassie joined Taryn on the bed. She was ready too. Ready for love, and ready for forever with Taryn. They had stuff to work out, but Cassie’s heart told her mind to trust. With a love this strong, it would always be enough to overcome anything.
Chapter Thirty-Two
