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I moan and move up and down, slowly adjusting to him. I crave every single inch of him. I wish we could stay like this forever. I look up at the stars that litter the clear night sky, Cash’s grunts filter through as I bounce on his dick.
“I need every inch of you,” he says before he picks me up while keeping me filled, and I yelp. The cold air hits my wet skin, but with Cash gripping my hips and his dick inside me, it doesn’t feel as cold as before. He steps out of the hot tub and walks us back inside, closing the door behind him. I keep myself wrapped around him as he walks toward the living room. He kneels, then lays me on the rug in front of the fireplace. Cash pushes up, staring into my soul. The fire dances in his eyes, reminding me of the heat racking my body.
“I want to feast on every inch of you,” he whispers before his lips attack mine.
Chapter thirty-six
Cash
HerbreathhitchesasI pull myself slowly out of her. The orange glow from the fire dances over her skin and eyes, and her mouth is in the perfect O as she roams over me waiting for my next move. Her chest heaves, causing her tits to jiggle with every breath. I bend down, sucking on one nipple, causing her back to arch and her fingers to run through my hair as she holds my head there, then I let go with a pop and move to the other. My thoughts can’t help but think how I would suck on these tits for the rest of my days if I could. They are perfect.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper while kissing across her breastbone. “So fucking perfect.” I lean back on my feet and run my hands up the inside of her leg. She tries gripping onto the floor, and closes her eyes while taking deep breaths. As I get closer to her pussy, her breath hitches. I hook my fingers in her bikini bottoms and pull them down her leg.
“Fucking hell, Ry.” She is soaked. Her juices have soaked the bikini and drenched her folds. As much as I want to sink inside her, I like seeing how much she wants me, so I play with her some more.
“Don’t move.” I stand up.
“Where are you going?” She leans up on her elbows.
“I said, don’t move.” I smirk at her as I walk toward the kitchen to grab a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and two glasses. When I get back, she lies there, staring into the fire. The flames flickering over her skin, lighting her up as she lies there in nothing has me wanting to drop to my knees and worship every single bit of her body. My chest aches, so I stalk over to her, and she licks her lip while gawking at my erection bobbing against my stomach. I swallow a groan. I’m surprised I don’t walk around like this all day when she’s around.
I untwist the cap and pop the bottle. While pouring the champagne, she watches me with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open. The unknown, the waiting, and being told what to do turns Rylee on, and I love it about her.
I take a sip, glaring at her over the rim of the glass. “Lay back,” I say, bringing the glass down in front of me. She places hers on the floor and lies back, her chest heaving. I drop to my knees between her legs and bring my glass over her. Her eyes blow wide at me pouring the liquid over her stomach, and her breath hitches, causing it to spill down her hips but some collects in her bellybutton. Then I take the bottle and pour some over her tits, and revel in it spreading over her collarbone and down her neck. She lies still, not moving, letting me do what I want with her.
I take a gulp from the bottle, then bring the bottle to over her pussy and soak her wet folds with the champagne. My mouth waters, and I can’t hold out anymore, so I discard the bottle and lean down. As soon as my lips touch her pussy, she moans, then I place my tongue in her hole, collecting all her juices and the champagne, and lick my way to her clit. She grips my hair, pulling at the scalp, and her back arches off the floor as she wraps me in her thighs, probably still feeling slightly sensitive from the hot tub. Her flavor is like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, and I want to taste her every fucking day. I want her to lie in wait, legs spread wide, waiting for me to get home from work every fucking day.
“The champagne tastes nice from the bottle, Rylee. However, from your pussy it is sensational.” Her sweetness on my tongue, I glance up at her looking down at me, mouth open, chest heaving.
“Now, open up and let me eat what’s mine,” I say before I spread her legs wide and my mouth connects with her pussy once again, but this time, I feast on her like she’s my last meal, like she’s the sweetest meal I’ve ever had—and she is. Sucking on her clit, I revel in her moans, and she thrashes as I bite down on her inner thigh. I can’t get enough of her. Within no time, she is screaming my name and ripping my hair from my scalp.
I don’t want to stop, but my dick is pulsing with the need to be inside her, fill her with my cum, mark her as mine again. Sitting up, I grab the bottle beside me, taking a gulp and swallowing. Rylee looks at me through hooded eyes, taking deep breaths. Her juices coat my face, but I don’t care, I want her scent all over me. I take another gulp, this time not swallowing. I lean over Rylee, coming face-to-face with her, and she gives me a lazy smile and opens her mouth, so I dribble it from my mouth into hers.
“Swallow,” I say once I finish. She closes her mouth and swallows, then leans up to kiss me while wrapping one hand around my neck and pulling me down. I devour her mouth as she moans into mine.
“I need you.” I position her between my legs while still kissing her and push myself inside her in one movement.
“Fuck,” she screams. I want to fuck her frantically and claim her all over again, but I also want to savor every single moment I have with her. I don’t want this to end. Pumping in and out of her slowly, her eyes lock with mine as I lean down on my elbows and lower my lips to hers. She moans through the kiss, our tongues tangling, and every swipe of her tongue, every moan that leaves her throat, makes my body ache for her all that more. I’m literally inside her and have her in my arms, but my body still aches—No, it’s my chest that aches, my heart. I stop kissing her, and our eyes lock again. Why do I feel like this? I thrust into her, and her eyes close on a moan. My heart aches more. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Everything around us disappears, and it’s just Rylee. She’s all I see, she’s all I’ve ever seen.
“Rylee,” I whisper.
“Cash.” She moans.
Her emerald-green eyes sparkle back at me.
“Cash, please don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” I grunt. Not having the meaning she thinks. I fucking love Rylee Matthews, and I’ll never stop.
My body erupts in goose bumps as she runs her fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends. Her breathing gets more erratic.
“Cash.” Her pussy clenches around my dick, tipping me over the edge with no warning. I push myself as deep as I can into her, making sure I fill her. I want her in my life forever, I want her pregnant. I want this woman as my fucking wife one day, and I won’t stop until it happens. No matter how fucked up that may be.
Chapter thirty-seven
Cash
Content,happiness,warmth,love.Love . . . That’s what I feel when I open my eyes. The slight ache in my back couldn’t even bring me down in this moment. My eyes flutter open, then I close them when the bright light from the sun is too much. I keep my eyes closed while rubbing Rylee’s arms, and then she leans into me more. Nothing could beat this moment.
