“Why would you say it’s not fair, Cassie?” I ask her, letting my hand travel so I can cup her between the legs, the heat of her pussy intense, even through her panties. Shit, I know what she means but a sick, obscene part of me wants to hear her say the words.
“Because,” she gasps. “Because I mean, you wouldn’t… I wouldn’t be giving you… I… That feels good.” She murmurs the last part as I let my fingers move against the lips of her pussy. I curse the fabric keeping her from me. Instantly wetness seeps against her underwear and on my fingers. I force down a moan, imaging just how wet, slick and heated her tight little channel will be. I’m dying to bury myself deep inside of her. It’s going to happen, but if I need to teach her slowly that I plan on being nothing but good to her—I can. I have no trouble doing it, because Cassie is not a quick lay for me. Cassie isn’t a way to pass my time.
I’m keeping her.
“If I get to give you pleasure, Cassie, trust me when I tell you that’s all I need right now. Because giving you pleasure gives it to me in return,” I promise her, right before I claim her mouth.
Chapter Eight
Cassie
I can’t think straight right now, but what I know without a doubt is I want Michael and I want the pleasure he’s giving me to continue.
He helps me out of my nightgown and the chilled air instantly has my nipples puckering. I find myself covering my chest, hiding myself from him even though I want Michael to see every part of my body.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says gently. Michael takes my arm from my breasts and pulls it away, revealing my body to him. He looks at me for long seconds and I can see the desire in his expression. We are both breathing so hard and as much as this moment makes me nervous because I’m so inexperienced in this kind of thing, I know without a doubt I don’t want to stop. “Lay back for me,” he says softly and gently pushes me on the bed until I have no choice but to wait for whatever he plans on doing to me.
And God, I’m anticipating it.
“Lift up, baby,” he orders.
He has the edge of my panties, and when I do what he says, he pulls them down. I’m stark naked for him, lying on the bed like an offering. He’s between my thighs before I can fully process what’s happening.
I can feel the hard exhaling of his breath brushing along my folds, making me want to have his mouth right on me. I have to be stupid or insane—or hell, both—to be doing this. I only met Michael a couple of days ago, and even in that time it’s not like we actually got to know each other.
Although I should care, I don’t.
I want this desperately.
He places his hands on my inner thighs, curls his fingers into my flesh, and leans in so close I can feel the lightest brush of his mouth against the lips of my pussy. I gasp and close my eyes. I feel so out of my element that my whole body tenses.
“Relax,” he whispers against my pussy and places a hand on the center of my belly, keeping me in place.
For long seconds all he does is breathe against me … inhaling my scent. I shift slightly so I can look at him. I can see how tense he is, how his desire covers his expression. His eyes are closed, his jaw set hard. He is trying to control himself but I can see he’s failing.
He opens his eyes then, his gaze dark, penetrating. “You smell so fucking good, Cassie.” He tightens his hands on my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet and it’s all because of me.” He says that last part with so much possession I feel it in my bones.
“I want to devour you, to eat you out until you come all over my face.”
I shake from his words.
He pulls my pussy lips apart and I gasp. He places his entire mouth on me, right over my soaking wet cunt. He uses his tongue to lick every inch of me, his teeth to tease the ultrasensitive flesh until I am writhing for him.
With his mouth on my clit, sucking me wildly, making me cry out for more, I have no doubt I’ll come for him right now.
“You were made for me.” His words are muffled against my flesh. “You’re so damn responsive to my touch, to my commands.” He is aggressive as he sucks on the little nub, drawing out my pleasure.
Michael slips a hand under my ass and angles my lower half up and into his mouth. I have to grit my teeth so I don’t come right now. I want this to last—need this to last. I can feel the juices of my pussy coating my inner thighs. I should be embarrassed, but truth is, I know he likes that I’m so wet for him.