He groans and leans forward to take one of my nipples in his mouth. There’s something about this that makes me feel so naughty. Having him suck my nipples while I jerk him off is making my pussy leak.
“Cassie…” He finally calls my name after we’ve spent long moments teasing each other. I slow my strokes. I’m learning that if I vary the pace, it keeps him from coming. “The first time I want to be inside of you.”
I’m so achy and desperate that I make a whimper of agreement.
“Get on top of me,” he commands in that deep, raspy tone of his.
“But I’ll squish you.” I’m pretty sure you can bend a guy wrong, can’t you? I definitely don’t want to bend him wrong.
“You won’t squish me.” He pants out another swear, and I glance up at his face. His eyes are wild, and his hair is mussed. “I don’t have enough control to be gentle with you right now. If you’re on top, you’ll limit the angle and depth. I won’t hurt you that way.”
“Show me what to do,” I tell him.
He guides me over his lap, and I’m squatting in the most awkward position ever. But I’m too nervous about hurting him to care about what he’s looking at right now. “Alright, slide down nice and slow.”
I hold my breath and align our bodies. I go down slow, only getting a little in before I stop. It’s too tight.
“Take your time,” he says softly as he reaches to stroke my clit. His soft, teasing touch has the tension leaving my muscles and I manage to work in a little more.
When I feel his cock nudge my barrier, I take a deep breath and sit down. He impales me fully and I let out a soft hiss. The pain quickly gives way to pleasure and a feeling of fullness.
He runs his hands up and down my back. “How is it now?”
“Feels good. Really good. You?” I experiment with a small movement.
He groans. “Fucking perfect to me.”
It takes a few tries but together, we slowly start to find a rhythm that has both of us gasping and panting. The entire time West is playing with my clit, sending me higher and higher.
“I’m there,” I murmur.
“Then come for me,” he says.
My nails dig into his thick shoulders as I finally surrender to the bliss he’s giving me, losing myself in my body’s sensations. It’s only as I’m floating back down that I feel his release start. He comes with a guttural groan, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and marking me in a way no one else ever has.
We stay cuddled up together in the bathtub until the water grows cold. We’re not saying a word, just holding each other as our heart rates return to normal. He breaks the silence to ask, “Did I hurt you?”
“That was perfect,” I reassure him before I giggle. “I can’t believe we just had sex for the first time.”
There’s a wicked gleam in his eye. “The first of many times.”
“The first of many,” I repeat back before I press a kiss to his lips.
9
CASSIE
“You’re tellingme you’d rather have X-ray vision than the ability to fly?” I demand of West as we sit at his kitchen table the next morning. Actually, he’s sitting at his kitchen table. I’m on his lap because the moment I tried to sit down, he growled and pulled me over here.
Maybe it’s because we’ve been pining for each other for ten years, but he hasn’t stopped touching me since I walked in the door. Not that I’m complaining. He held me all through the night and was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes today. “What advantage could X-ray vision possibly have over flying? You can get anywhere really fast.”
He cuts another bite of his pancake and offers it to me. He’s feeding me too. He’s a total caveman who wants to do everything for me and I don’t mind it. Actually, it feels kind of nice to have someone who just wants to take care of me. “Yeah, but with the vision, I can see you naked any time I want.”
“Because I’m wearing so many clothes right now,” I answer with an eyeroll. He’s fully clothed and I’m sitting on his lap in just my panties and a see-through bra. In the floor by the kitchen island is my robe. I only got to wear it for three seconds before he was pulling it off of me and kissing his way down my skin. He ate me out twice before he made me chocolate chip pancakes with sprinkles. This man spoils me and the best part is I have a lifetime of us together to look forward to.
“Don’t you get sassy with me, little girl,” he says, giving my hip a firm squeeze. I love it when he calls me little girl. It’s from his favorite Springsteen song and it always makes me smile.
Before I can make a smart retort, his front door swings open and Micah is barreling through the front door. He has a sleeping baby in his arms and my normally calm brother looks completely disheveled.