“Always, big man.” I gasp at the feel of his hands working up my sides.
Of course I want him. Not because I want him to take my mind off everything, but because I want him. I can’t get enough of him. No matter how many times we have one another. In spite of being his and him being mine. I’m in a constant state of want for my husband.
A hand twines in my hair as his thighs straddle mine, his body weight pushing me into the mattress while his hand pulls my face up, exposing my neck to his rough kisses at the same time as the other works his T-shirt up my body.
His teeth graze over my jugular, followed by his slick tongue. And my already frantic pulse pounds harder. I manage to work my knickers down to the middle of my thighs, the fabric cutting into my fingers with the force needed because of his mass.
Casper doesn’t get rid of my underwear; he barely pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock quickly before pushing it through my wet folds, wetting the tip enough that when he thrusts between my closed thighs, he hits home in one swift motion.
The hand in my hair eases down to my hand fisted around the sheet, by my head. Threading it with mine, he pulls out, and pushing his other hand beneath me, he grabs my tender breast as he drives back inside my pussy.
“God, your cunt is fucking heaven, you know that, Trouble?” Grunting into my ear with each hard, deep thrust, Casper clears my mind of anything but him. My only worry is how I can make this last longer.
Every time he’s inside me, I never want him to leave. The feel of his body taking mine is pure bliss. Every measured stroke and every uncontrolled thrust. Every rough touch and every tender caress.
We’re a panting, breathless knot of limbs as he licks the beads of sweat gathering at my neck…up to my jaw as his drives become frantic and my pussy is throbbing, squeezing…clenching.
“You’re going to come for me, baby,” he rasps, the hand at my breast finding my hand clawing at the bed, by my face. With punishing strokes, he fucks and fucks me until I’m crying out hoarsely into his mouth. And he eats up every one of my moans until his own echo back into me.
His hot cum coats my insides, and when he pulls out from me, I feel it smear over my thighs before he pulls my underwear back in place.
Rolling onto his back, Casper turns me into him. His arm pushes beneath me, across the pillows, and when I’m tucked to his side, he pulls my leg over his front.
“Sleep now, Trouble.”
With my head still fuzzy from my orgasm, I do. I fall hea
d first into still, quiet darkness as he holds me.
My check is quick given that I’m bleeding. At first I thought that it was from last night, but turns out that it’s my first period. It explains why I’ve been feeling odd the last week. A bit more emotional. It also explains that unsettling feeling I’ve had.
With that in mind, I push everything down, trying to bury it beneath my satisfaction over the fact that Grace has settled again. She’s had a growth spurt that puts her above the average line. It explains her constant hunger, but she seems to have established a new reasonable routine.
That’s made me feel better. Like I’m doing something right.
“I guess we know who she takes after,” Casper says as we leave the doctor’s office.
“Is it wrong that being told that has made me miss her being tiny?”
He laughs, extending the handle on the pram so that it fits his height.
“What? It feels like the last six weeks have blown by.”
We stop at a set of traffic lights, and I look around. As much as I’m trying to force my worry down, I can’t help but check our surroundings. That odd sixth sense prickles at the back of my neck.
“We’ve been busy,” Casper smirks while we cross the road. He’s not as easy as when we first left the hospital. But then his observant nature goes into overdrive whenever we’re out and about.
We walk a couple of roads down to the restaurant Lucian is meeting me at. Grace is wide awake but content with the motion of her buggy. The sunshine is warm, and although there are a few grey clouds in the bright blue sky, it doesn’t look like it’s set to rain soon.
“I can stay if you want,” he tells me when we reach the Italian bistro.
“I want you to, but I also want him to feel comfortable talking to me. And let’s face it, you have a hulking presence at the best of times…”
“You know that I don’t have a problem with Lucian. He stepped up when I asked him to. He did right by you. The other shit he’s done…the past, it’s none of my concern.” Caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers, he leans down to kiss me. First my forehead, then the tip of my nose. “So long as he doesn’t hurt you, I’m good with him.”
Finally, he pecks my lips before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth with a pleasured hum. I’m vibrating as one of his hands moulds to the curve of my back and pulls me flush to him. My tongue seeks his out.
I’m completely entranced by his warmth and taste when the commotion starts, and then flashes go off like quick-fire lightning.