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The sting is rapidly replaced by warmth and a sense of well-being. My mouth slackens, and my whole body erupts in a fizzy, liquid sensation. I am worshiped from the inside out.
And then, Cash begins to move.
ChapterFifteen
Cash
My nemesis is my match.
I feel this truth in every kiss, every touch, in her sharp wit, and her generous spirit.
I feel it in how she grips me now, matching my urgency.
My ache for Caroline is palpable. I need to be connected to her in every possible way. Rooted deep inside her, I soak in her sweetness, noticing her mind-bending tightness even as her face and limbs soften in surrender.
I can’t wait another second. Neither of us can.
I move, sliding out and pushing in again, so overcome with need that I find myself drooling onto her sundress.
Caroline’s moans and the surging of her hips push me onward, and I increase my speed.
With her sundress hitched above her waist, I brush the material out of the way, exposing her lacy bra. Her swells feel so soft against my cheek that I have to slow my thrust. Just for a moment, though, just long enough to press small, tantalizing kisses over her breasts. She’s so soft, so welcoming. So warm and so damn pretty.
Caroline makes my head spin.
We should have been doing this weeks ago. Instead, I spent all my time resisting her charms. Making her out to be an enemy when she was just a simple, good soul worth loving.
And I do. I love her.
I want to spend the rest of my life with Caroline.
She reaches up to squeeze her nipple, and I playfully swat it away, taking charge. I work the fabric out of my way and cover her pink nipple with my mouth, licking and sucking, while tweaking the other with my fingers.
But this doesn’t last long as my greedy beauty presses her hips upward, demanding more movement.
I’m about to lose control, but I want this to be good for her.
“Hold on, baby,” I rasp.
My Caroline circles her arms around my shoulders as I slip one hand under her ass, lifting her off the sofa as I resume deep strokes into her. With my free hand, I reach between us and rub her clit.
“Yes!” Caroline cries when I remember exactly how she likes it.
I switch my attention from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, grazing the hard tips with my teeth, gently, while still working over her clit, building and building us both into a feverish frenzy, the rattan sofa slapping against the ancient wood log siding.
We are nothing but friction and fever and need, our shared rhythm building into an unrelenting fire. I bring my Caroline to the brink, and she breaks under me, crying out, flexing around me in involuntary shudders.
“Cash! Oh my god…”
“That’s it…that’s fucking it…shit…Caroline!”
No sooner does she come than my release grips me by the throat. Everything goes black around me as I come hard with her name on my lips.
“Cash,” she croaks, her hands caressing my nape.
Even as she wrenches out more and more of my release, I am overcome with the need to be closer still. I bury my face against her neck and inhale the fresh scent of her hair. I let out a loud, shuddering breath.
Her tiny muscles continue to do their little contractions, sweetly sending delightful sensations rippling through me.
