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His groans. His forward thrusts. I love it all. I take a deep breath, adjust my jaw, and swallow his length.
“Holy shit, Cassie.”
I pull back and massage his balls as I take a breath and then swallow him back down. The sound of water hitting the porcelain tub provides the background for his groans and heavy breathing.
“Babe, I’m going to come, and I really want to be inside you.”
My thighs clench because Ireallywant that too. But this wasn’t supposed to be about me. It was for him.
He tugs my hair so I’ll look up at him. “You wouldn’t happen to be on the pill, would you?”
I nod.
He stills. “You are?”
I want to laugh at the disbelief in his voice, but my mouth is currently occupied. I’m the last person anyone would peg for taking birth control. Everyone besides Dalton thinks I’m a virgin.
I pull back and replace my mouth with my hand. “I take it to control my periods.”
Dalton pulls me to my feet and flips me around. “Place your hands against the wall.”
I do what he says.
His mouth lowers to my ear while he runs a finger along my seam. “You deserve to be fucked properly on a bed, but we’re pressed for time. Is this okay?”
“Yes.” Waves of anticipation ripple through me. This is more than okay. This is better than any fantasy I’ve concocted.
“Now spread those legs for me.”
His fingertips brush against my clit, sending another shock wave through me.
“You have me so worked up that this will be hard and fast. Is that okay?”
I answer, “yes,” but it comes out so jumbled. I nod to erase any doubt. He isn’t the only one turned on. He grabs my hips and positions them to his liking. I gasp as he enters me in a swift motion. Even though I expected it, his swiftness caught me off guard. Good grief, does this feel full.
“You okay?” His voice strains as if he’s holding back. As if he’s afraid I’ll break if he continues. I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to move. I want it hard and fast as he promised.
“Yes. Don’t hold back.” Our first time started slow, and it worked then, but that isn’t what I want.
He lets out a guttural moan, and then he moves, quick thrusts in and out. His hands reach for my breasts and cup them as I press my hands against the tile for dear life. He’s so tall and I’m so short, I have to reposition myself until we find that perfect position. And once we find it, he drives in faster and deeper until I’m nothing but sensation and heat and putty in his hands. The man could ask for anything, and I’d hand it to him on a gold platter as long as he never stopped. It feels that good.
“Cassie, I’m not going to last.” His words turn to moans as a chorus of grunts and skin slapping against skin fills my ears. His fingers work lower until they reach that special place that sends me over the edge. The slaps get louder. The moans get deeper. And then we’re both climaxing and reaching that high. A few more pumps and swirls are all it takes until my body explodes into tiny molten pieces. His body jerks a few more times, chasing the last of our orgasms.
“That was . . .” His voice trails off. His breathing labored.
“Unexpected?”
“Incredible.” He slips out of me, pulls me up against his torso, and rests his head on my shoulder. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
I shake my head. “No one’s perfect.”
“You’re perfectfor me.”
I like that he added the phrasefor me.I like that a lot. “We’re perfect for each other.”
He spins me around and kisses me. It’s a soft kiss but an intimate one and says so much.
“How much longer do we have until your dad comes home?”
