Claudia can do nothing but moan and thrust her hips.
Cassius licks faster, thrusts harder, forcing the pleasure inside Claudia to build beyond what can be restrained. She shatters against him, screaming out his name as euphoria explodes in her muscles. The feeling persists for a long time, and she completely surrenders to the wave of goodness that has come over her.
He unties her and she immediately tangles her limbs with his. Her hands tremble as she luxuriates in touching him without restraint. She memorizes every curve, dip, and swell of his body.
Cassius’s kiss tastes of her. It drives her wild.
“I need you in every possible way.”
“You want me to fuck you, Claudia?”
“I need you to fuck me, Cassius.”
Positioned on top of her, he holds her close while he thrusts himself into her. A deep, guttural moan erupts from his lips. “You feel so perfect,” he growls. He thrusts again. Harder. “Mine. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she says, writhing wildly around him.
“Good girl. So fucking good.” He fucks her hard between every word. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Seated deep inside her, Cassius leans back, stroking his thumbover her most sensitive spot. His other hand cups her breast, fingers pinching her nipple. He plays her body like an instrument, strumming and stroking every part of her that makes her sing. The pleasure is intensely powerful. She loves the sensation of feeling so full while still being touched everywhere.
Raw, animalistic need overwhelms her. She claws down his back, pulling him into her as deep as he can go. She can hardly fit all of him inside. Taking every inch of him, she’s never felt so whole, so complete. So desperate for release.
Crying out his name, she comes on his cock. Every muscle in her body feels as though it’s unraveling before twisting back together. Pleasure is threaded through every fiber of her being. She feels changed. Reborn. Renewed.
Riding the wave of her orgasm, Cassius jerks his hips and erupts inside her, sending her into a second wave of pleasure. She loves the wetness, the heat, the feeling of Cassius draining himself in her.
They both collapse on the bed in each other’s arms.
After an hour of sleep, they wake up and do it all again, softer and less urgent but no less passionate.
“Tell me I’m good,” she says when he slides inside her the second time.
“You’re perfect.”
“Tell me I’m just as good as you.”
He laughs in her ear. “You’re better, Star Girl.”
She tugs his hair and looks into his eyes. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Claudia. I always have. I always will.”
When the clock gets close to midnight, Claudia sits up in Cassius’s bed and sighs. “I have to go.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Never,” he growls playfully, pulling her body close to his and wrapping her in a tight hold.
She laughs, half-heartedly pushing herself away. “I have to.”
“But you don’t want to.” He kisses her forehead. “You want to stay right here with me.”
“Of course I do.”
“So stay.”
