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And yet, I want it. I wanteverythingwith him. If only for tonight.
His hands massage my scalp, and I lean back against his chest enjoying every delicious moment. He twists me so that I face him and pushes my head back into the water to rinse out the conditioner. As he does, he leans down and kisses the droplets of water from my chin, then my cheek, then between my eyes, my nose, and finally his mouth meets my own and his tongue sneaks in and we both moan.
Back where we belong.
I know it can’t last, but God does it feel good to pretend for a few moments. To live in the memories. To kiss the only man who’s ever made my heart skip a damn song.
When it all gets to be too much, and I feel the tears start to sting my eyes and the emotion clog my throat, I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. He hisses out several curses and then starts thrusting into me repeatedly.
“Such a good girl,” he mutters as he fucks my mouth. My tongue laps at him, and my hand cradles his balls. Cash’s head falls back, and I love the power I get over this moment. Knowing I’m in control, that I give and take his pleasure as I see fit. I think even Cash is surprised when he mutters, “Fuck, I’m coming again.”
I smirk when he’s finished, allowing him to help me up. “Two,” I whisper, before kissing him and leaving him standing in the shower.
His loud laughter jumps off the tiles, and I turn back in time to see his beautiful smile.God, I’ve missed that smile.
I’llmissthat smile.
I towel off and prepare to say goodbye. While this has been a night to remember, and I don’t regret coming, it really is time to call it.
Cash’s arms snake around my waist, and he whispers in my ear. “Please don’t leave yet. Stay with me.”
“Cash,” I whimper, leaning back against his chest. His heart beats wildly, and I can feel his desperation in every drum. But when I turn to meet his eyes, to force him to tell me what happened that has him spiraling out of control, he just shakes his head, and I know he might actually lose it if I push. I’ve never seen a man cry, and I don’t know if I can bear to see the sadness that engulfs him.
In this moment, I see the man I fell so hard for—the one who so desperately sought love—and I don’t push.
“You owe me two more,” he says as he flips back to the domineering man he’s become these last few months.
And I let him. Ignoring the gnawing in my chest that wants to push back, instead, I play along, rolling my eyes before replying, “Cash, you can’t possibly have anything left in you.”
“Not for me, Gracie—this is for you. I’ve had you on my tongue, my finger, on my cock, and now I want into that ass.”
I shake my head. He can’t be serious. We’ve never…I’ve never.
“Please, Grace,” he begs, his eyes shutting as he says it. My heart splinters.
And the truth is, if there’s anyone I’ve ever wanted everything with, it’s him. And I will never have it again. I’ll never havethisagain.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, kissing him brazenly.
Cash’s entire body relaxes against me and he whispers against my mouth, “There’s my girl. Go get in bed and spread your legs.”
I sigh in resignation, as if he’s really putting me out, and when he smiles, my heart skips a beat at having brought him even a moment’s relief.
He grabs something from his drawer and then walks with determination toward me. It is then I see the lube in his hand and a smirk on his face. My stomach tightens and I throb in anticipation.
What have I agreed to?
“Don’t worry, Gracie, I’m going to get you nice and wet before we go any further.”
I hold my breath as Cash settles himself on the bed, looking down at me. When he lifts up my leg I breathe in loudly. He kisses the inside of my ankle and murmurs, “Relax, this won’t work if you don’t trust me.”
Well, that is asking for something that I’m not sure I can give. But I do trust him not to hurt me physically. It’s the emotional and mental Olympics that he plays so well. I nod as his eyes remain on mine, while his lips work their way up my inner thigh. With his head, he pushes my knees farther apart and settles himself between them.
“Are you sore?” he asks, before kissing me tenderly in my most sensitive spot.
“Not yet.”
His tongue darts out and swirls circles throughout my sex. “Oh fuck,” I murmur, shocked by the intensity of how everything feels, my body like a wire, humming from the previous orgasms.
