I don’t know why he thinks it’s selfish. Goodness, where is this guilt coming from? My Titus has so much more going on beneath the surface than I ever realized.
We kiss each other some more, this time a little more fiercely, our tongues claiming, teeth clacking. My heart races and the pulsing between my legs demands satisfaction.
“Titus,” I moan.
“Something wrong?” His voice is low and humorless, full of concern.
I shake my head because my dumb sentimental brain threatens to make me sob.
“Are you sure?” The way his thumb traces along my hairline when he asks this feels so good. Electrifying. But it also makes me feel connected, seen and treasured.
“I’m sure. I’m just saying your name. It feels good to say it….knowing you’re finally mine.”
He blinks. A beat later, he gives me a heated look, then says, “You tell me the second…the second…anything is wrong, and I’ll stop. You hear me?”
“I will. I promise.”
Titus places a soft kiss on my nose, cheeks, and forehead, never ceasing his tracing of every angle of my face.
I smile, and the tears threatening to leak out dry up. The rest of me? Anything but dry. When he says, “you hear me?” that country boy drawl wrecks me. I love the clown Titus, but the tender and serious one, who owns me entirely with his touch, his kiss, his heart; I adore that Titus beyond reason.
TWELVE
Titus
Wedgedbetween Cassandra’s thighs is where I belong. I’m kicking myself for never opening up like this to her.
I’m a fool for pushing these feelings away for so long.
Now that we’ve opened that door, and now that I’m kissing that sweet, soft mouth, I never want to stop.
I don’t stop kissing her mouth, licking her there, until she arches her body up into me.
I need her to be ready for me.
Propping myself up on my forearms, I settle the tip of my cock inside her.
Cass’s body is so warm and wet; I’m tempted to rush this. But I remain slow, stretching her inch by inch. So good. This is so good I might lose it too early, and wouldn’t that be a rousing success for a first time?
My Cassandra moans, biting her lip, and I feel her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades, urging me closer, deeper.
My breath ragged, I sink in all the way to the hilt.
“Oh. Titus,” she breathes.
“You feel amazing, Cass.”
“Holy shit,” she says, gasping. That might be the first time I have ever heard her cuss for real.
My sweet girl’s legs grip me tighter at the small of my back, and I lower my upper half until we’re skin to skin, and I can feel her everywhere.
Her face is flushed, her eyes hooded with desire. I kiss those pillowy lips again and again. Her teeth catch my bottom lip in a saucy little bite that makes my cock twitch inside her, and I groan out her name.
Don’t come yet, Titus. It’s so damn tricky with her little bites and little moans owning me completely.
With my lips and tongue, I cover every inch of her neck, arching down to kiss across her collarbone, nipping and licking every curve. She arches her back, and I cup her breast, sucking her rosy pink nipple into my mouth.
She groans and pushes her pelvis hard against mine, her body begging me to move inside her.