CHAPTER FORTY
LUNA
Casper’s kiss was filled with want. However, I also felt the tension that racked him. He was still afraid to be with me. I needed him to trust that I was okay. That all I needed and wanted was him in every way.
He had no problem invading my mouth, delving deep with his tongue. Pulling back to bite my bottom lip before lightly kissing the place he’d bit. As I lay on the bed, he hovered over me. Like he was afraid of touching me too much.
When he pulled back to study my reaction, I offered him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
I grabbed onto his shirt, trying to pull him closer. His resistance made me pause. Did he not really want to do this?
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I want to do this, but we don’t have to if you’re not ready.”
Casper hesitated a moment. He pulled back to sign, “Trust me, I want to. I’m just getting in my head a little. You take control. Set the pace. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He laid down on the bed beside me, flat on his back, hands folded beneath his head. If taking the lead was what he needed to feel comfortable, then so be it. I was all too happy to get what I wanted. What I wanted more than anything was for Casper to trust himself with me.
Climbing on top of him, I straddled his hips. Our eyes locked. I ran my hands up his body from his stomach to his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him. My goal was to make him relax. To forget about everything that happened with Jace. He wanted to take this from us. I wouldn’t let him win.
Eager to feel Casper’s skin against mine, I grasped the bottom hem of his shirt and gave it a tug. He sat up enough for me to pull it off over his head before lying back down. I followed up by peeling off my own shirt.
Casper’s gaze crept over me, lingering on the cleavage revealed by my bra. I dragged my hands down his chest, outlining every line and curve of his abs. As my fingernails dug into his skin, he sucked in a sharp breath.
“I want you, Casper,” I murmured softly. “Only you. I’m yours.”
Watching me intently, he nodded. I pressed my lips to his chest. Kissing, licking, and sucking at his warm flesh as I made my way lower. My fingers curled in the smattering of hair that disappeared into his jeans. Leading me right to what I wanted most.
I understood that he wanted me to feel empowered.
Like total control was firmly in my grasp.
After what he’d seen I didn’t blame him for feeling that way.
I wouldn’t pretend that I didn’t still think about what Jace had done to me.
That it didn’t still occasionally wake me up at night in a cold sweat.
But I wasn’t afraid of Casper. I knew that he would never hurt me that way. With him I felt comfortable losing control. Having him dominate every moment. I needed him to see that’s what I wanted. To accept that it was safe for him to fuck me like the maniac he could sometimes be.
As I undid his pants and pulled them down, I sank my teeth into his belly.
His barely there groan was all the encouragement I needed.
He lifted up to help me rid him of his pants and boxers.
His long, thick cock rested against his abdomen, drawing my attention to the scar left behind from the surgery he had.
Lightly I ran a finger over it, taking a moment to be incredibly grateful. He’d survived. We both had. Rather than seeing it as a horrible reminder of what happened, I chose to see it as a symbol of everything we’d endured and overcome.
Casper watched as I slid my hand around his cock. Gliding it along his smooth shaft. Tracing the veins with my thumb. I took my time with teasing touches, making him crave more. Once his breath came faster, I leaned in to flick my tongue over the head. Dragging it down his shaft and back up again.
When I finally sucked him into my mouth, he let out the breath he’d been holding.
His hand was in my hair then, tightly grasping a fistful.
At first he merely held my hair while I sucked him deep.
Gradually bobbing faster. Continuing to tease him, I alternated between deep throating him and barely there flicks of my tongue.
I wanted to drive him crazy. I wanted to break down his walls and unleash the wild side I knew dwelled within him.
Finally, Casper couldn’t take it anymore.
Holding my head with both hands, he thrust up into my mouth and down my throat.
Drool slipped from the corner of my lips as he swiftly fucked my mouth.
I waited until his pace grew frantic, his breathing rapid.
That’s when I pulled away, shoving his hand aside as I sat up.
“You don’t get to come yet.” I wagged a finger at him. “Not until you’re buried inside me.”
I unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. Enjoying the way Casper frowned impatiently, I shimmied out of my pants and underwear. Casper’s full attention was on me. His eyes gleaming with unbridled lust as he watched me run my hands over my body and down between my legs.
“I’ve missed you, Casper. Having you inside me. My pussy craves you. Don’t you miss me too?”
With frustration in his eyes, he signed, “More than I’ve ever missed anything in my entire life. Hurry up and sit on my cock. I can’t wait much longer.”
That was exactly the reaction I’d hoped for. I wanted him to ache for it as bad as I did. To stop holding himself back. He may be content to sit back and let me take the reins for now but I was determined to change that.
“Now now. You’re not the one in control, remember?” I flashed him a teasing grin. “Of course, we can always change that if you prefer.”
Casper’s brow arched, and he shook his head while rolling his eyes. Holding tight to his shaft, I positioned myself above it, running the head along my wet slit. Only when I felt him vibrating with anticipation did I lower myself onto him.
Slowly. Taking him inch by inch. Making him crazy. Casper clenched both hands into fists, like he was trying to keep himself from touching me too much. So I touched myself for him. Doing all I could to encourage him to stop holding himself back.
Running my hands up my body to cup my breasts. Pinching my nipples into hard points. I threw my head back, moaning as I slid up and down his cock. It felt so fucking good to have him inside me again.
I knew he felt the same way. The rise and fall of his chest quickened. His eyes locked onto our joined bodies, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over. I did my best to take it slow. To drive him fucking mad with want.
“You’re seriously testing me here, flower,” he signed. “I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
“Then do something about it,” I taunted. “Stop holding yourself back and be with me here in the moment. Trust yourself. I trust you, Casper. Completely.”
As he pondered my words, I continued to impale myself upon his shaft. Slow teasing motions. Pausing when he was buried balls deep inside me only to slowly drag myself back up again.
He raised his hands to sign, stopping himself a few times before he finally got the words out. “If at any point it’s too much for you, tell me to stop. Everything comes to an end if you say the word.”
Clearly he needed this to feel better about taking me the way he wanted to, so I was happy to give him that. I nodded. “Deal. I’ll let you know if I’m feeling uncomfortable.”
Casper sat up, his arms going around me as he hungrily consumed my mouth.
Rolling me over beneath him, he stopped fighting it, letting himself go.
He grabbed both of my arms, pinning them to the pillow above my head.
He easily held my wrists with one hand while his other hand tightly gripped my throat.
Trapping me beneath him, he began to fuck me like a rabid beast.
My eyes rolled back in my head as absolute pleasure overtook me.
Being at his mercy, subject to his desires, was exactly what I’d wanted.
He momentarily choked off my breath, just long enough to give me a rush before allowing me to breathe again.
Moans spilled from between my lips. Whispered pleas as I begged him for harder and faster.
Casper was happy to oblige. He pounded into me with a fierceness that spoke volumes. He may have been holding back, but he’d wanted this as badly as I did. Needed it. My body opened up to him, welcoming him back.
Having him take me this way, claiming me the way only he could, it helped me heal.
Like I told him before, it helped to cleanse the remnants of Jace from my body, mind, and soul.
Making it so that I only belonged to Casper.
I felt like a weight had been lifted. Like a burden I’d been carrying had been taken from me, and I no longer had to crumble under its hold.
Casper’s lips were all over me, like he couldn’t get enough. He kissed my neck before biting hard enough to make me yelp. His teeth bruising my skin. He followed up by sucking on my wounded flesh, leaving his mark behind.
His hand moved to my breast. Caressing it gently before squeezing it with a possessive hold, like he would never let me go. Every part of my body he touched was left feeling owned by him. Each thrust took me higher. Breaking down the walls recent events had built between us. Making us whole again.
“Casper,” I moaned, tugging against his hold on my wrists. “I need to feel you.”
He held on a moment longer, driving especially deep into me before releasing my wrists. Hungry for every part of him, I dragged my fingernails down his back to his ass, clutching tight as he continued to thrust inside me. Feeling the way he drove deep with every entry.
When he hooked one of my legs over his arm, pulling it up so he could watch as he buried himself inside me, my moans became cries. Closer to a scream with every rising swell of pleasure. I became oblivious to everything but the two of us rising higher together, ready to explode like a firework.
Happy fucking new year.
I came all over his cock while struggling for breath. Writhing and begging, for what I didn’t know. Every stroke of him inside me intensified the sensations. For several long, blissful moments, I hung suspended in absolute magic.
As Casper drew closer to his own release, he buried his face in my neck. His breath was hot against my skin. His entire body tensed seconds before he filled me with his cum.
Pressing deep within me, he held himself there, his cock twitching as my inner walls squeezed him tight. I almost thought I was imagining it when he softly murmured in his raspy voice, “I… love you. Luna. My… flower.”
I flung my arms around him, hugging him tight.
Replaying those precious words over and over again in my mind.
I knew I may not hear his voice as much as I’d have liked.
I was fine with that. Casper could speak as much or as little as he wanted, and I would love him more than anything regardless.
Still, those few words filled my heart. Making it burst with joy.
Stroking my hands through his hair, I whispered, “I love you too, baby. I’m yours. Only yours. Always.”