She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, her hand continuing to stroke me, her skillful tongue licking through the pearl of pre-cum pooling in the eye of my cock.
The urge to come was violent, tightening like a rubber band getting ready to snap. But I fought it, breathlessly, holding back my climax so I could enjoy the torture of her mouth for a little bit longer. Because goddamn this woman knew what she was doing, and I wanted her to keep doing it.
“I love your cock,” she whispered against the engorged head. I released a rasped moan trying to hold back from blowing it—excuse the fucking pun—and coming on her face.
Christ, that thought was almost my undoing. I ran my hand through my hair, my breathing growing ragged as the most beautiful woman in the world sucked my cock like it was a goddamn lollipop.
Her name fell from my parted lips, and she looked up at me, her eyes heavy with desire as she drew the full length of me into her mouth. That was it. There was only so much a man could take. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back, giving in to the ecstasy, my moan low and ragged and ripped out of me by a climax so powerful my hips shot upward off the chair. My eyes half-open, I gripped the armrests as cum roared out of me in pulsing white threads, landing on the smooth plane of her waiting tongue. I watched, mesmerized as she took it all and swallowed, my cock and my mind blown by the beauty kneeling before me.
I drew her up to me and kissed her. I was so fucking under her spell it was ridiculous.
Later, we walked to the bridge and crossed it, taking the small dirt path to the fisherman’s cottage.
“So this is where you go,” she said as I led her along the trail to the newly built covered porch.
I walked her through the bright and airy cottage, and she gazed around in awe at the new interior. The freshly painted walls. The crisp white baseboards. The restored crown molding. The new cabinetry in the kitchen and the granite island.
It wasn’t quite finished, but it wasn’t far from it.
“This place is incredible,” she said breathlessly, turning around and taking it all in. She reached out and ran a delicate finger over the polished brass doorknob. “You’ve done such an amazing job.”
She made me smile. Watching her admire my work. Seeing that incredible smile on her face.
As she stepped through the French doors to the little porch out back, I pulled her back to me and in one maddening moment let down every damn wall I had.
“Stay here with me,” I said, gutting myself open and exposing myself completely to her.
Her brow wrinkled and for a moment she looked confused. “What?”
“After this has all passed. Stay here. With me.” I held her fingers tightly in my own. “Because you want to, not because you need to.”
Her beautiful blue eyes shone up at me. “Chance, I’m not here because I have to be. Not anymore. I’m here because I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire fucking life.”
I kissed her then. Hard. My heart completely and utterly surrendering to her.
“This can be our home,” I said against her warm lips. “We can have a good life here.”
Her smile was breathtaking as she looked up at me. “Do you mean that?”
I took her face in my hands. “I meant it when I said you make me want things I had given up wanting. I want this. Us. Here.”
Happiness tugged at her lips, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she said, “Me too.”
We left the cottage with our fingers entwined, feeling high from the sudden realization that we had a future. As we walked across the bridge back to the other side of the river, the sky rumbled with thunder and cracked open, sending a fast and furious downpour onto us. But instead of making a run for it, we stood under the pelting rain and kissed like lovesick teenagers. I held her rain-soaked face to mine, consumed by the sweet taste of her, my chest filling with all the feelings I’d trapped in my heart for so long.
When lightning lit up the sky, we ran back to the cabin through the mist rising up from the river. Already soaking wet, we stood at the back door kissing for a ridiculously long period of time as fat raindrops soaked our skin and ran down our faces.
Finally tumbling through the back door, I peeled Cassidy’s wet clothes from her luscious body before pulling off my own, and we showered together, soaping each other’s bodies beneath a warm stream of water. And as she kissed me passionately with her slippery body pressed up against mine, I wondered how the fuck I had ever existed without her.