She jerked slightly and he heard a rush of breath. So, he did it again with the other cheek, this time a little harder, making sure the sharpness of his teeth could be felt.
“Judge.” His name caught in her throat, and she began to tremble.
“Don’t move,” he told her again, grabbing her hips and sliding his hands to her front, skimming his palms over the small patch of hair at the top of her cunt, and up over her belly. He palmed the weight of both tits before squeezing them. And while he did that, he pressed his lips again to the top of her spine. “Don’t.” He pinched both nipples, causing a breathy gasp and then he thumbed one and took his other hand back down, over that soft patch again, where he hesitated. “Move.”
He sank his teeth into her neck at the same time his middle finger slid between her folds and inside her. She swayed and he braced her against his chest.
She was so fucking wet as he slid his finger in and out of her, listening to her breathing become more and more ragged, feeling the way her body responded to his teeth, his touch.
Without warning, she surged forward, pulling away from him, spinning around, and shoving both of her palms into his chest, knocking him onto his back. Without hesitation she climbed over him, grabbed his dick and was about to impale herself when he grabbed her waist, using all his strength to keep her from doing so.
“Wrap,” was all he said with a jerk of his chin toward where he had placed it.
She blinked as if she had come back to reality and her head twisted toward the nightstand. Without a word, she leaned over, snagged it, tore it open, threw the empty wrapper over her shoulder and rolled it down his cock in record time.
Once she rolled it to the root, she held it in place, hovered over him and sank down.
It wasn’t slow. Hell no, she wasn’t fucking around.
“Fuck,” he groaned as her tight, wet heat surrounded him. When he was fully inside her and couldn’t get any deeper, she ground hard against him. “Jesus fuck.”
She planted both her palms on his chest and began to rise and fall. Not slow, but like she was in a race she was determined to win. If she kept that pace, that race would be over sooner than he wanted, and no one would be the winner.
He squeezed her hips. “Baby, slow down.”
She either didn’t hear him or was ignoring him because she continued to ride him like she was using his dick to desperately scratch an itch she couldn’t reach.
And while he was impressed by her enthusiasm, he had to grit his teeth and think other thoughts just so he wouldn’t blow his load.
Watching her face didn’t help. Neither did watching the heavy bounce of her tits. Or focusing on where they were connected as his dick disappeared inside her again and again.
For fuck’s sake. He turned his eyes to the ceiling, and inhaled long breaths through his nose. Desperate to keep his heart from escaping his chest and keep his cum in his nuts.
He just needed to let her do her thing and do his best to wait her out. Then he could do his. He folded his arms behind his head—because he couldn’t touch her either—and began to recite some of the lyrics for Guns N' Roses song Patience in his head. He didn’t know them all, but he knew the most important ones, the lines he needed to concentrate on.
He just needed a little patience.
And willpower.
He’d had women ride him like a manual handle on a well pump before, but none of those women had been Cassie. None of them could compare.
And that was the problem.
Cassie twisted shit inside him no woman had before. It wasn’t a bad twist, just one he wasn’t familiar with.
With a whimper, she slammed down on him one more time, a grunt escaping him from the impact. She threw her head back, tightened up and...
He bit his inner cheek and held his breath as she exploded around him. He almost detonated, too.
Somehow, he managed to gather his shit and hang on.
He kept himself perfectly still until her head dropped forward and her hair covered her face. Her tits rose and fell just as fast as when she was fucking him.
He wanted his face between them when he came deep inside her.
And that wasn’t going to happen in their current position.
She lifted her head, wearing a lazy, relaxed smile, her eyes unfocused and soft.
Jesus. For him, Christmas had come early.
And it was the best fucking Christmas ever.
“You done?” When she didn’t answer, he growled, “You’re done,” as he slammed his hips up, knocking her off balance. He dragged her up the bed, settled between her soft thighs and plunged inside her only stopping once he hit the end of her.
“You’re not,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the back of his neck and giving him her baby blues.
“Fuck no. You ain’t, either.”
She’d already had it hard, now he would give it to her soft. He would take his time and appreciate everything about her, starting with her mouth and ending with his face between her tits.
She didn’t try to take control of the kiss this time and she let him set the pace. With a tilt of her hips, she accepted him completely. And when he couldn’t concentrate on their kiss anymore, he buried his face between tits that were now his as he drove slow and steady into her slick, hot sheath.
Her pussy squeezed him, rippled around him so strongly, he could even feel it through the wrap. He wished he didn’t have to wear it, but the harsh reality was, he did.
He learned from his past, even though he hoped Cassie was his future. But there was no guarantee of that. Because of that, he wouldn’t risk it. He wasn’t going to have a misstep destroy what he wanted with her before it even really began.
Her nails scoring the skin of his back brought him back to the bed, back to being inside her, where he never should have left in the first place. He lifted his head only enough to see she had covered her own mouth with her hand, her eyes were closed, and her head tipped back in a pool of blonde hair.
When her eyes popped open, they caught his and with the way she tensed, he knew she was about to come again.
Without a wrap, he’d feel that warm gush. Without a wrap, he’d feel even the smallest of responses around his dick.
“Gonna come,” he managed to warn her before snagging her nipple into his mouth and sucking it deep as he drove inside her one more time, finally letting go. And when his mind finally unclouded and his dick stopped twitching, he stayed right there, planted inside her to the root.
“Fuck,” he panted after releasing her puckered, swollen nipple. He drew his tongue across the very tip, then tilted his face up to hers.
She wore a smile again.
And that smile twisted everything inside him even tighter. So tight, he’d never be able to loosen it. Never be able to be free of it.
But she’d never be his completely until she herself was free.
He was determined to help her before this, but now?
Now, he couldn’t fail.
Not again.
Chapter Sixteen
He might have slightly purred as she combed her fingers through the long wiry hairs of his beard. She was doing it mindlessly with her cheek pressed to his shoulder and a small curve to her lips.
The urge to take her mouth was strong, but he liked what she was doing and didn’t want her to stop. If she wanted to pet him the way he petted Jury, he wouldn’t do anything to disrupt that.