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I didn't know how the hell he expected me to stay still when he was doing what he was doing, but I tried. My hands moved from the sheets to his head, fingers tangling in his curls as I held on.
He groaned, the sound low and deep, and it sent another wave of heat through my body. I could feel the pressure building, my breathing getting faster, my whole body tightening up.
Right when I thought I was about to lose it, he slowed down again, his tongue moving in lazy circles that had me whimpering.
“Cassian, please.”
“Please what?” He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine.
“Stop playing with me.”
He chuckled, the sound making my stomach flip. “I'm not playing with you, ma. I'm just making sure you feel good.”
Before I could respond, he went back to it, this time adding his fingers. He slid one inside me, slow and careful, and I damn near came off the bed.
“Shit,” I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow.
He added another finger, curling them in a way that had me gripping the sheets. His mouth stayed on me, working in sync with his hand, and I couldn't think straight no more. All I could do was feel.
My legs were shaking so bad I thought they were going to give out. I could feel myself about to come, the pressure building so fast I couldn't stop it.
“Cassian, I'm—"
“I know, baby. Let it go."
And I did. My whole body tensed up before releasing all at once, my back arching off the bed as I came harder than I ever had before. I couldn't control the sounds coming out of my mouth, couldn't do nothing but ride it out while he kept going, drawing it out until I was shaking and gasping for air.
When he finally pulled back, I was still trying to catch my breath, my body feeling like it had been turned inside out.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You good?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice yet.
“You sure? 'Cause you look like you need a minute.”
“Shut up,” I managed to say, making him laugh.
He moved up the bed, settling beside me, his hand resting on my stomach.
“You good, ma?”
“Yeah.”
“Aight.” He chuckled when I gave him a look.
“What's funny?”
“Nothing, shorty.”
“Cassian, don't start.”
“I ain't even said nothing.”
I shook my head, too tired to argue with him. My body was still buzzing, and I could feel the aftershocks running through me every few seconds.
We stayed like that for a minute, neither one of us saying nothing.
He shifted closer, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. "Aight, baby. Turn over for me."
