Chapter 18
C ash
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S HE’S LAYING ON TOP of me, her head against my chest. Her breathing slowly calming down and I just hold her, relishing the feel of her finally in my arms. Not as an onlooker but as a lover.
I feel her move and I look down and see she’s staring at me in wonderment.
“Yes?”
She grins. “That was amazing... you’re amazing.”
I laugh. Not at her but because she has no idea what is still in store for her. I tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “You’re pretty amazing yourself. I knew you’d taste like nectar.”
She smiles. “You know. I think I’ll get waxed down there more often.” She reaches over to the bedside table and plucks a strawberry from the bowl. I watch as she bites into the succulent fruit, and I lick the dribble of juice from her chin. I sit up and take her with me, her legs straddling my hips. My cock is begging to get inside her, but I refrain. Instead, I lean over and select my own strawberry and hold it under the chocolate sauce.
“Rest back on my arm love.” She does and I rub the berry on her nipples, watching as the twins form into stiff peaks. She cries out from the heat of the sauce, but I soothe the scorch with my tongue. She’s like jelly at this point and I lay her on her back, slipping my arm out from under her, I dribble chocolate down her body, only to lick her clean.
I hold the berry under the chocolate sauce again then bring it back. I stop, holding it above her clit as my eyes roam over her body. She’s laying there, a fine sheen of moisture on her skin, her legs spread wide open, waiting for me. As the chocolate drips onto her sensitive nub, I slide my fingers inside her, only to pull them out to rub her clit with her juices, blending them with the sticky sauce. I lean forward, tongue poised above her, as she quivers under my touch. I lick her clean as my fingers plunge into her warmth, and I know she’s on the verge of coming again. With one last nibble of that delectable button, I seal my lips to her pussy as she begins to squirt, and I swallow every drop.
I take hold of her hips and jerk her towards me. My cock bouncing with a mind of it’s own, seeks out her warmth. I take hold of it and trace the tip against her. “I know you’re not a screamer, but you will be tonight.”
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C ASSIDY
My eyes widen as he eases inside me. With every inch, I feel little electrifying currents along my vaginal walls. It’s something I’ve never experienced in my life before and I’m not sure if it’s because of the size of him, stretching me, or if it’s the steel ring pierced through the tip of his dick, gliding over my g-spot. But whatever it is, it’s causing my vaginal muscles to clamp around his cock like a fine leather glove.
He’s balls deep and is so still that I’m not even sure what to do. My hips are saying go but my mind, like usual, is overthinking. I mean, I’ve never had sex with another man other than my ex in my life and he certainly wasn’t a witch that could fry my body hair off. Which by the way, I’m loving the feel of that alone. Skin against skin... down there, is highly recommended!
He leans over me, chest to chest, and swoops down, capturing my lips with his. After a thorough tongue lashing, literally, he drags his lips across my cheek to my ear. Nuzzling it, he growls. “Stop thinking.”
He raises his hips and I start to whimper because I swear my vagina clamped onto his thickness, like it was sucking him back in, not wanting its fullness to leave.
He embraces me as he thrusts his hips forward and I wrap my legs around him, welcoming his stiffness back home to where it belongs. He quickens the pace and I match him stroke for stroke, and the only sound that can be heard is the slapping of skin and the bedframe squeaking. Until I feel a molten lava spread through my blood and electricity lick along my veins followed by an icy feeling. Truth be told it scares me, so much I need to stop. Panting, I put my hand on his chest. “Cash, wait.”
No questions asked he stops immediately. Expecting him to be pissed, I’m touched when I see concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Untangling my legs from him, I shake my head and roll away. “No. Why am I feeling fire, a shocking feeling and ice?”
He frowns. “Where?”
“Everywhere. From the roots of my hair to my toes.”
“Does it hurt?” he asks, brushing the back of his hand across my thigh.
“Hmm uh uh. No... it’s. Different. Exhilarating is the word I’d use.”
He looks up at me through his lashes. “Do you want to continue?”