Apparently they were on the same page. “Bedroom. Now.”
Her eyes darkened with agreement and desire. Not long after, they were naked and in his bed. He pulled her against him. Her hands were cold from the outdoors. But her body was warm, her skin flush against his, her scent permeating his nostrils, the familiar, arousing aroma of her shampoo filling his senses in all the best possible ways.
Maybe it was because he’d let himself admit, at least to himself, that he was falling in love with her. He wasn’t ready to speak the words aloud, but the way they came together, their bodies meshing, their minds in sync, he didn’t have to right now. He just needed to feel. Just wanted her to experience the same emotions rushing through him right now.
He kissed her lips, all the while trailing his hand down from her throat to her chest, cupping her full breasts in his hands. She arched her back, pressing the mounds into his hands, all but begging him to grip her harder.
His cock throbbed hot and hard against her thigh, but he pushed back his desires, wanting to taste her, to savor her body before getting to the main event. He held one soft mound in his hand, bent his head, and pulled her taut nipple into his mouth, suckling on the bud until she was writhing beneath him, gripping his hair in her hands.
He swallowed a groan and slipped one hand between her thighs, cupping her sex. She was damp and ready for him as he slid one finger inside her, gliding in and out, her slick muscles gripping him tight. He trailed his mouth down over her breast, lower to her belly, pausing to lick at her belly button before following a trail down to her sweet pussy.
He dipped his head and pressed a kiss against the top of her mound, sliding his mouth along her outer lips before licking her clit.
“Oh God.” She raised her hips, and he sucked at the tiny nub, pulling it between his teeth, nipping, then soothing with longer laps of his tongue. “Derek,” she groaned.
The sound went straight to his dick, and he pulsed harder, wetness trickling against her leg. One orgasm, he promised himself. He’d give her one climax and he’d bury himself balls deep inside her.
He pumped his finger inside her, curling it against her fleshy inner walls, and she started to shake. He continued to lick at her clit, around, over, back and forth, alternating sensation and pressure, all the while continuing to massage that sponge-like spot inside her.
She arched and gripped his head once more, holding him in pace as she moaned through her release, his name on her lips. He continued to lap at her gently, bringing her down, until she released his hair and collapsed back against the bed.
He moved over her then, grasping her hands and drawing them up over her head. At the same time, he aligned his cock at her entrance and slid home.
“Derek.” Her eyes opened wide as he settled between her thighs, thick and hard inside her.
“Hey, princess.” He grinned at the glazed look on her face. He pulled out and glided back in once more, pressing hard enough for her to feel him deep.
“Again?” she asked, dazed and surprised.
He wasn’t. Together they were electric.
“Feel me?” he asked her.
She whimpered. “Everywhere.”
“Good.” He picked up his pace, aware of every nuance in her expression, telling him which shift of his hips gave her pleasure, which didn’t provide enough pressure, how to move to please her even more.
And as he thrust in and out, it was all about pleasing her, holding himself back, ignoring the ache in his balls, the need to come hard. When she started to shudder beneath him, he let go, pumping his hips and taking them both over the edge. He detonated inside her, his entire body caught up in the explosion. His ears rang, white bursts of light flashed behind his eyes, and he came harder than he ever had before.
When he came back to himself, he felt Cassie’s fingers sifting through his hair, a delicious ending to a perfect moment.
“I’m crushing you.” He pushed himself up and rolled off her.
“Don’t go far,” she murmured, sounding as wiped out as he felt.
“I won’t.” He pushed himself back against the pillow, pulling her into him. “You okay?” he asked.
“Perfect.” She placed a hand on his chest and yawned. “But I have to say you can feed me now.”
He laughed. “I think I can manage that. What are you in the mood for?”
“Chinese? Pizza? Sushi? I’m easy.”
“Sushi works.” He walked to his pants and pulled out his cell phone from the pocket, then came back to bed. They opened the delivery app and ordered.
“What did you do today?” he asked her.
“Umm … I had lunch with my mother,” she said, her tone sounding off.