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DALTON
Nirvana.Pure fucking nirvana is the best way to describe Cassie in my arms with my lips on hers. And that includes being picked up by the majors. Holy shit, I am not this guy. I don’t let girls get in the way of my dreams. I don’t pick the righteous path. I don’t do religion. So why do I want to do right by her? Why does this girl bring me to my knees with one bat of her eyelashes?
“I’ve thought of you so many times these past few years,” she says, breath heady. My lips dip along her neck as her fingers knead along my back and sides. It’s as if she can’t decide where to touch, so she’s covering as much territory as she can. I breathe in her fresh, clean scent. It’s cucumber crisp and melon sweet—a powerful combination.
“What were you doing while you thought of me?” A wicked smile crosses my lips when Cassie’s breath hitches. Damn, I missed this girl. I thought I’d lost her and would never see her again. But I got a second chance, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take it. Cassie’s mine. I won’t let her go this time. “Tell me, Choir Girl.”
“I-I was pleasuring myself.”
Fuck,that’s hot.
She bites her lower lip, but I nibble at it to make her stop. It isn’t my intent to do anything but talk—not here, not now—but I’m being driven by pure emotion in search of any nugget she’s willing to toss my way.
“Does that embarrass you?” I smile at her nod. She tries to duck her head, but I’m not letting her off that easily. I whisper in her ear, “Don’t let it. Do you know how hot hearing you say that is? Your name already passes through my lips, but you touching yourself is what I’ll picture from now on every time I beat off.”
“Oh, goodness,” she moans.
The honorable thing to do would be to slow down, but I can’t seem to make myself. The only way I could stop was if she told me to. And the way she’s panting and gyrating her hips into mine says anything but slow down.
I plant small kisses to the underside of her jaw while one hand slips behind her neck and the other skims along her side. When I reach the hem of her shirt, I brush my fingers against her skin, gauging her reaction the entire time. She’s so damn responsive to every touch, to every kiss. That’s the thing about each stolen glance and every hidden conversation we’ve had over the past few weeks. They’ve fed into the anticipation of what is to come and fueled this prolonged foreplay session.
My fingers glide underneath her shirt and work their way up her body. Once her breast fills my hand, I brush my thumb across her nipple. It hardens into a tight bud underneath the lacy fabric. Her moan comes out half satisfied and half pleading.
“Please,” she pants. “I want you so bad.”
“Babe, I want you too, but we’re out in public.”
“I don’t care.”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
My dick strains against my shorts, obviously not caring if we got caught. I, on the other hand, need to keep my wits. I do a quick scan of the area. We’re completely alone. Cassie was right about this area’s seclusion. I frown, thinking about her coming here by herself, but then let it go. She’s not by herself now, and I have three years’ worth of orgasms to attend to.
I retake her mouth. Her stomach quivers as I brush my fingers along her hourglass-shaped curves. I slip my hand beneath her skirt and trace my fingers along her thigh and up to her ass. I lean back enough to catch her eyes, surprised by the lack of material.
“You’re wearing a thong under this skirt?”
Blush coats her cheeks. “I wore it for you.”
I don’t recognize the sound that leaves my mouth. It’s low and carnal and highlights everything I feel. I want this woman more than anything. I can’t believe she’s here with me. I capture her mouth with mine and shove the strip of fabric aside. My finger slides into her pussy, and I about lose it when wet warmth greets me. She’s ripe. So goddamn ripe. And tight. Her back arches against my body, and the moan she emits is full of heat and desire. It’s as if she was sexually starved for years. I guess it’s been three. Damn. Three years to think about sex. To imagine it. I have some big shoes to fill while I compete against a fantasy.
Fueled by desire, I bite through her shirt and nibble on her nipple. I want nothing more than to shove the shirt out of the way, but we’re still outside. The twilight hour may be approaching, but she’s still exposed if anyone happens to come upon us. Keeping part of this PG-13 will have to do for now.
I keep working my finger back and forth at a slow pace. Her breath increases as her body starts to writhe. Her walls clamp down on my finger, and . . . oh shit, she’s close. I pull out, not expecting her to be there that soon.
“What are you doing?” she protests.
“Don’t worry. I’ll finish you off, but I have to have my dessert.” I’m three years too late. I scoot down, taking her thong along for the ride. I reposition between her legs which she greedily spreads for me. I shove her skirt up farther, and, ah, yes, her pink pussy glistens just as I remember. Fuck it if anyone happens to see. I hope they enjoy the show because I sure will.
She squirms as I run my tongue from top to bottom. The moment her sweetness hits my taste buds, I come unglued. She tastes so fucking good. I’ve missed doing this, missed the scent of her arousal. I may have had my share of sex these past three years, but I’ve tasted no one else. That was a hard limit. Doing this with anyone but Cassie would have broken me.
I reach up and palm her breast while I slip a finger inside. Continuing with my pumps, I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit and slip another finger inside. Her fingers weave through my hair, tugging and pulling the longer I lick circles on her sweet spot.
“Oh, God. I’m not going to last. This is . . .” Her voice shifts into a moan as her body starts to convulse. I work my fingers faster, harder, which sends her over the edge. She comes undone under my palm, letting her moan free. I watch her face as the orgasm takes over.
She’s so beautiful.
My dick is painfully hard, but he’ll have to calm down. I guarantee the image of her fingering herself will play like a movie reel over and over in my mind later while I release this tension.
