concern, his steadfastness. Even with the way things had been between us this last year, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, especially now that I realized why he had stayed away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I want you in me.”
Cayce shushed me, ignoring my quivering mouth long enough to untangle my arms and find a condom in the top drawer of his nightstand. He placed it on the pillow then wrapped his hands around my face. Bending down, he nibbled at my lips, his hands moving to coax me further up the bed.
Climbing onto the mattress, he straddled my legs and guided me onto my back, his mouth never leaving mine. Lifted by his soulful kisses, my mind floated, the sensation dizzying. I curled my hands around the sides of his waist, waves of needs washing through me, my breasts and mound rolling to push against him, retreat, and surge upward again.
Grabbing my hips, he pinned me to the mattress. His head and mouth moved lower, kissing, licking and sucking until he reached my pussy. His nose against the soft fur of my sex, he inhaled. He sealed his lips against my clit and released the air that had been heating inside him. My stomach tightened, my mound pushed up.
All was forgiven and he knew it, my moans and gentle squirming communicating my readiness.
Groaning, Cayce moved up my body and rolled the condom on. “I need all of you, love. Every last inch of this sweet, luscious body.”
He pushed my thighs apart then lightly rested his torso against mine. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he teased me with just the tip. The head dipped into my pussy, retreated. His fingers entered me, drawing my cream out to lubricate his cock.
His torso against mine, he pressed his face at the curve of my neck. A light nip, then a slow sucking kiss as the head of his cock pushed forward. His lips moved up my throat. His cock pushed a little deeper. His teeth grazed my chin and then his mouth claimed mine as he sank deep into my cunt.
“Damn, baby.” He knotted one hand in my hair, his fingers tugging as Cayce gasped, drew back and thrust. Again, both hands wrapped around my head and his weight supported on his elbows. He stared into my eyes, kissed sharply at my mouth. A thrust, another.
I couldn’t breathe. Every last molecule of oxygen raced to fuel the muscles of my cunt. My body twisted, knotted, sucked and swallowed at his cock. I met his thrusts, felt the hard pummel of him inside me. My fingers dented his flesh. My pussy contracted wildly. I gasped, groaned, the thick head continuing to batter my swollen flesh.
His gaze seared my skin, marked my body as his. His hips dipped and rolled, grinding against my mound, plundering me more deeply. My nails dug at his flesh as I fought to control the contractions rippling through my cunt.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles behind his back and forced him to drive deeper and harder with his thick cock.
“Ash…baby.” He dipped his head, sucked a nipple into his mouth as I began to moan deep in the back of my throat. “So fucking tight.”
And only getting tighter. My pussy clamped down, locking him in place as another sharp contraction gripped me.
“Yes, baby—” He froze then drove hard, all the way, then pulled so far back he popped free before plunging back into me and holding.
I bucked against him, every muscle squeezed tight as I cried out in climax. He stayed frozen, his body vibrating with strain as I lifted and rode his cock. I arched, slid, hips knocking hips, my pussy a wet, quivering vise.
Spent, I collapsed onto the mattress. Cayce dropped next to me, dragging me to him and burying his face against my throat. I could feel his heart pounding, feel my own trying to break free from my chest.
His hands roamed my body, soothing my flesh as he molded me in place. My back against his broad chest, my butt against his hips, the back of my thighs along the front of his. Stretching one arm across me, he turned the bedside lamp off,