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Cassian grins and leans down, smiling into the kiss. "No, you are."
"You should be topless more often," I say between each slow kiss.
Cassian rolls his hips into me and I arch my back with a soft moan.
"So you can see my tattoos?"
"Mmhmm. What other reason would there be?"
He kisses me lazily. "What other reason indeed?" His last words before he closes his mouth over mine and starts to fuck me with deep, hard thrusts that start slow. Each one punches into me and knocks the air from my lungs while sending waves of pleasure cascading back to my over-sensitive core.
It's too much and yet not enough. I tighten my legs around his waist and draw him in on each thrust while my arms drape across his shoulders. Each thrust is faster than the one before and the slow pace rapidly melts away into powerful, frantic fucking that leaves me hanging onto him with all my strength. My nails cut into his back, my arms lock around his shoulders, and I bite at his lower lip each time the kiss breaks for air and he takes too long coming back to me.
Every inch of him pounds into me, a happy, comforting weight of heat that leaves me hungering for more every time he withdraws.
"Fuck," I croak out against his lips. "This is too… too much…"
Cassian lifts his head. "In a 'please stop' way or a—"
"Don't you fucking stop!" I drag him back down for a moaning kiss and then tip my head back against the lounger. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my—my God!”
A second orgasm crashes through me like a crack of thunder, sending ripples through my core that clench so hard around Cassian's cock, he grunts and his rhythm falters. My legs lock around his waist and I draw him in tightly against my chest.
My mind goes blank. Heat cascades over me in waves followed by the tingling rush of goosebumps and then I take a breath. That breath unlocks everything, and my core relaxes into repeated spasms that draw Cassian's orgasm right out of him.
"Fuck!” he grunts and his head falls to my shoulder while his hips twitch forward. Heat rushes deep inside me, soothing the frantic spasms of my core and after a few long seconds, I collapse back onto the sun lounger with a weak gasp.
"Oh, my," I whisper hoarsely. "That was… that was…"
"Amazing?" Cassian lazily kisses my jaw. "Fantastic? Surreal?" Another kiss leading up to my chin. "Out of this world?" Another kiss, this time on my lips. "Mind-blowing? Core-quaking?"
"Core-quaking?" I laugh against his lips, caressing his face. "Is that even a thing?"
"I dunno. Does your core feel quaked?"
"Mmhmm. Quaked and sensitive and—ahh!" A moan escapes as Cassian gently eases himself out of me. "Unsatisfied."
"Unsatisfied?" He lifts his head and gazes down at me with flushed cheeks. "Are you saying that was bad?"
"Maybe." I smirk, tilting my head to stare up at him. "Could have been better."
"Could have been better?" The faux offense washes over his face, and he leans up further. "Was my dick not to your satisfaction?"
"Oh, that was your dick?" I smirk tiredly. "I thought it was your fingers."
"You wound me, Sabina," Cassian groans, and he leans down, covering my lips with his.
"All I'm saying is, if you tried your hardest, then I'm proud of you."
"You're being a brat. You're cutting me deep here."
"Look, maybe if I had like—eek!" In an instant, Cassian's on his feet with me cradled in his arms and he walks to the edge of the pool.
"What are you saying?"
"Wait, wait, wait!”
"Unsatisfied?"
