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Finally, my man covers my clit with his mouth and sucks, teasing the throbbing nub. My thighs tremble, and the sensation deep in my belly builds until my next orgasm rattles through me, long and hard.
When I regain some semblance of control, Tanner is by my side, surrounding me with his sculpted torso, pulling me close, and kissing me through the aftershocks.
ChapterFourteen
Tanner
“Didn’t you once say something about you being too much woman for me to handle?”
I’ve already got the tip of my wrapped-up cock seated inside her, and still, I can’t stop giving Casey shit.
“Shut it, cowpoke.”
“Poke, indeed,” I rumble, sinking in slightly deeper.
“Tanner,” Casey breathes. “It’s not fair to make me mad with your jokes like … this….”
She’s not wrong. And her muscles are wickedly strong, taking it out on the sensitive tip. I suck my breath in through my teeth, and a curse bursts out of me.
Casey’s already so tight, and I’m barely there.
The squeeze is almost too much.
“Tight. So fucking tight,” I say with a ragged breath.
“Tanner,” she breathes.
Casey’s strong legs haul me in tight, begging me to go deeper. I shove into her, and I see stars.
Her muscles’ grip is deliciously painful until I’m seated all the way to the root.
And then, it’s just delicious.
I need to pull out and push back in, making it good for her, but Casey is clamped down so hard that I don’t want to move.
“Be still,” she whispers.
Still. I can be still. I can do anything she needs. The shared gaze, slow caresses, desperate kisses, and feeling her surround me is fucking everything.
More kissing slickens her further. She lets go, and I begin a slow, grinding pump of my hips.
My Casey’s eyes flutter closed, her hips matching my rhythm.
With her anchored around me, I continue slow, shallow thrusts, barely pulling out. I’m not just fucking her; I’m making love to her whole body.
With one firm pump, I come inside Casey in long, hard spurts, gritting out her name. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and my teeth nip her collarbone.
And then, more kissing. Always more kissing.
“I love you, Casey.”
Oddly, she rubs my feet against mine and sighs.
“What is it?”
Smiling through the darkness, she informs me that my feet are warm. “I thought they’d be cold, and I thought you would hog the covers. But I was wrong on both counts.”
“I’m warm, am I?” I ask with a chuckle, hooking my arm around her and pulling her in for a kiss on the forehead.
