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Our actions lack all grace. We’re frantic, our movements more like a race against each other than a coordinated dance.
We aren’t just hungry for each other.
We’re starving.
I’m soaked and aching. Wanting more and to get to the end and never get there all at once.
When I hear a rip, I cry out. The remnants of what were my underwear are now in pieces on the floor.
How did he do that? One handed, no less!
“Eager much?”
“I’ll buy you new ones later. They were in my way.”
“I could have taken them off, you know,” I tease, licking his earlobe before nipping at it with my teeth.
He groans, his head dipping toward my shoulder as he breathes heavy.
With one arm wrapped firmly under me and the other holding the back of my head, he spins us around, dropping me onto his mattress. Cash’s strong body covers mine, my nails clawing at his back as we continue the assault on each other’s mouths.
I wiggle around, needing everything he can give me.
“More,” I moan.
He caresses the sensitive skin behind my knee before making his way down my body, squeezing one breast before sucking on my taut nipple, brushing against it with his teeth.
“Oh, shit!” I cry out.
I feel him smile against my skin and don’t even care that I’m feeding his ego. He deserves it. With just his tongue on my nipple, I’m about to come completely undone.
He shifts to the other side, giving it the same attention before kissing his way down my stomach. I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about my stomach, even before having Brooklyn. According to my mother, it’s a problem area and I should have done something about it surgically.
But right now, with Cash worshiping my body the way he is, I don’t feel a single bit of doubt that I’m exactly the way I’m supposed to be.
He not only makes me feel wanted; he makes me feel like it’s okay to be me.
“Cash,” I whisper.
“Shh. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, wedging his shoulders between my thighs and opening myself up to him. The most intimate part of me on full display. “So fucking gorgeous. I could stare at you for hours.”
“Me or…”
“Or?” he asks in a teasing tone.
“Are you going to make me say it?”
“I’ll let you off the hook for tonight. Your pussy. I could stare at youandyour pussy for hours and never tire of it.”
His crass words, words that I was raised to believe were used only by those who weren’t intelligent enough to speak properly, do something to me.
“Say it again.”
“I could stare at. Lick. Suck. Devour your pussy for hours. Are you going to let me do that, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Please, Cash.”
And he does. With two fingers twisting and tangling inside me, he plunges deep and allows his tongue to work magic I didn’t know existed. I’m thrashing against the bed, my head moving back and forth, fingers clenching the comforter so tightly I’m afraid I’m going to rip it.
