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She’s slipping into the past with me now, whispering things I haven’t heard since she’d said them in a dark room with her face hidden. Just hearing them is nearly enough to make me come all over her hand, but that’s not what I want.
“Put your arms around my neck,” I urge. I regret the loss of her hand on my cock when she immediately obeys, but I know that inside her will feel that much better. “Hold on to me.”
She does what I ask, and I slip my hand from between her thighs to grab her hips, hoisting her up against me and pressing her to the wall as she wraps her legs around my waist. We’re close enough that my cock slots between her legs, coating me in her slick heat as I tilt my hips just enough to feel her. I pin her there against the wall and whisper that she hold on tight, reaching toward my back to pull my T-shirt up and off before I drop it to the floor. Her arms are immediately back to hold on to my neck, andit takes hardly anything at all to angle myself enough to slip inside her.
She makes a sound, something between a whimper and a moan, and I lean closer to let my lips whisper at her ear, “Shh.” I adjust her so that I can push deeper. “You have to be quiet, remember? Be good.”
“Yes—oh.” Her heels dig into my ass, her fingers pushing into my hair. “I promise.” She’s whispering now as if to prove her point. “Keep going.”
It only takes a slight bit of movement to root all the way inside her, her hips flush with mine as she trembles with it. I have to take a moment to collect myself so that I don’t immediately come inside her—it’s always a danger, as good as she feels—letting my forehead drop to her shoulder as I steady her with my hands on her hips.
“You wouldn’t believe how much I thought about this,” I huff. “I wanted to touch you so bad, Cassie. Then... now... fucking always.”
She kisses at my throat, her tongue licking there afterward. “You can touch me whenever you want.”
“Yeah?” I angle my head back to look at her. My hands slide to cup her ass, sliding out of her a fraction only to push back in. “Whenever I want?”
“Yes,”she hisses.
I lift her to pull her off of me, enough so that I’m only a little bit inside her before I let her fall back down. “Just like this?”
“Ah.” Her head falls back against the wall. “Whatever you want.”
“I just”—I grunt as I pull her up and back down on my cock harder—“want you.”
“Like that,” Cassie pants. “Mmm.”
“Can you come like this? Tell me what you need.”
“I think—if you—”
She arches to bend back against the wall, so much that I have to hold her hips tighter to keep her upright. It means that every time I thrust into her, I bump against that place that makes her gasp, her body jolting with every slap of my hips, and her legs tightening around my waist impossibly further.
“Right there,”she moans, struggling to keep her voice down now. “Oh—don’t stop.”
As if that was actually an option right now.
I can feel her nails digging into my shoulders, deep enough to leave a mark, but the sting barely registers with the way she’s started to tense up. I can hear the pops in her toes and feel the trembling of her body, evidence of her tipping over the edge. It’s difficult to duck my head so I can suck at the soft swell of her breasts, but I need my mouth on her, wherever I can reach. I feel that pressure building deep while I push into her again and again andagain—my legs weak and my pulse throbbing under every inch of my skin.
“Cassie, I’m—fuck.”
I hold her close as we shudder through it, her breath hot against my ear as I bury my face in her throat. My teeth sink into the supple skin at the bend in her neck to stifle my groan, and she presses fevered kisses against my jaw as I try to come down from the high of it. I hold her close through all of it, unable to let go of her. It only occurs to me that I’m still gripping her tight, buried inside her, when I feel her fingers pushing through my hair while she strokes my shoulder in soothing circles.
When I finally pull away to look at her, the feeling it gives me to see her debauched and mussed and satisfied, smiling at me like I’ve given her a fucking present—it’s indescribable.
“Please consider leaving a tip,” she whispers.
I huff out a laugh, dazed at the idea that this is happening andthat she is here and that so many things came together to put us in each other’s lives again. It still feels like it might be a dream, and maybe I would actually worry that it was, if she wasn’t so very warm and so veryrealin my arms. It has me wondering how many days we need to spend together for it to be socially acceptable to entertain the idea that I might be gone for this woman. Surely more than we have, I would think.
And what’s even more unbelievable is that even now, even just having had her... I already want her again.
“How much sleep do you need?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Really? Again?”
“You did ask for a tip,” I say seriously.
Her mouth drops open as she smacks my shoulder, but her eyes say she’s more than happy to sacrifice her eight hours. I know reasonably at some point Idohave to let her sleep; I’m aware of that.
