Chapter Seven
Lilly
“You bought this whole fucking thing?” I ask as we walk through the large, empty house.
“Well, they wouldn’t let me buy a piece of it, so yeah. I kind of bought the whole fucking thing,” he says, mimicking me.
I pin him with a “go-to-hell” look and continue looking through the house with him next to me.
The beautiful, aged, hardwood floors are spread throughout the entire house, aside from one small spot that has a rustic-like tile.
There’s even a wine room. The master bedroom is the only room in the house, thus far, that has any sort of furniture.
A California king sits in the center of the far wall that’s made up of brick.
Adorned with a solid white, weighted comforter and an array of pillows, it screams comfort.
In addition, it houses an entire wall that isn’t a wall at all.
It’s made of glass doors and windows, looking directly into the backyard that houses a large in-ground pool.
“We have a pool!”
“Yes. After I learned how much you loved the beach, I had to make sure you had a pool at home. And guess what? It’s heated.”
“Seriously? Oh, baby that’s so fucking awesome”
I explore each room like a dog in a new place.
Once I’ve completed the tour of the first floor, I drag Cass upstairs to see what the second story consists of.
Four of the five bedrooms are upstairs along with a guest bathroom.
The marble countertops set off the feel of the room perfectly.
Each new area of the house I walk into feels surreal.
Is this really ours? This house? This is the house that I’m going to call home.
“So, is it safe to say I did good?” Cass asks once I’ve seen every inch of the inside.
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely. I love it, baby. I really love it. I can’t wait to make it home.”
“You know what the best way to truly make this place feel like home is, right?”
A dark smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I reach for his hand and walk backward into the open master bedroom. I lead him to the bed and fall back onto it, pulling him down on top of me. Before my back hits the bed, his lips are on mine, his hands roaming down to unbutton my jeans.
My hands shove at his cut, and he sits up, quickly pushing it off his shoulders and tearing his shirt over his head before he’s back on top of me, tongue crashing into my mouth once more.
The electric shock of his kiss sends heat straight to my core and makes me ache for what’s to come.
I’ve felt so empty without him inside of me, knowing he’s there…
waiting…ready. My hand reaches between us, and I stroke his length through his blue jeans.
A loud, guttural moan sounds from his throat at my touch.
His hands are on my hips, this time he’s shoving my shirt and bra upward, exposing my breasts.
My back arches as the pad of his thumb rubs a perfect circles over my taut nipple before pinching it, then giving it a tug.
It’s my turn to moan at his touch, my nipple pebbling beneath his fingers.
I glide my hand toward the zipper of his jeans and fumble with it and the stubborn button until I finally get it undone.
I shove his boxers and jeans down together, one side at a time while he kisses down my jawline to my neck.
Fuck. He makes it hard for me to focus on what I’m doing when he makes me feel so fucking good.
I twitch when his tongue snakes out and grazes my earlobe, tainting my smooth skin with goose bumps.
The heat of his mouth on me is tantalizing, but the lack thereof drives me mad when he moves from one place to the next.
I have forgotten my intention of getting his pants down his legs, realizing I stopped at his thighs while being distracted by his mouth.
Focusing back on my original goal, I finish pushing his pants down and my hand finds his length, hard and ready for me.
The silky wetness on the tip of his cock tells me he’s as ready for me as I am for him.
My thumb passes over it, spreading it around in circles.
Cass’s mission to kiss me while I do that is quickly aborted.
He has ceased almost all movement, his face twisted in what looks like pain, but I know this look.
It is absolutely not pain. It’s one of pleasure.
Ending my teasing session, I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist, my heel pressing into his lower back.
His body responds, moving his hips toward mine.
I grip him, rubbing his silky tip against my wet entrance.
Without needing a cue from me, Cass presses into me slowly, stretching me and filling me all at once.
My hands clutch at the blanket beneath us while a moan plays on my lips.
“Fuck…” I pant.
Cass’s eyes close as he eases out, then back in. His head tilts upward. He bites his lip, and my hand strokes his face, rubbing his cheek with my hand while my thumb traces his lips. His eyes open, lidded and lustful and trained on me.
He dips his head into the crook of my neck and sinks his teeth into the soft skin, just hard enough to make me squirm beneath him and cry out.
I buck my hips against his, giving him access to that sweet spot deep inside.
“That’s what you want? You want this dick deep inside you?” he rasps, quickening his pace.
“Yes!” I cry, feeling the familiar build of my orgasm.
Cass moves to a kneeling position and grabs my legs.
He swings them upward and lets them rest on his shoulders, never falling out of rhythm.
With the new angle he has, he’s hitting spots he hasn’t hit before.
Chills scour my arms. My eyes flutter shut, my hips doing their best to grind against him from my spot beneath him.
“Please, more,” I plead, wanting him to do everything at once and nothing at all.
My wish is met by an obedient Cass who gives me just what I asked him for. He holds my thighs against his chest as his pace quickens and he’s hitting hard and deep. He drags my orgasm from me, and my body shakes as I cum, over and over and over.
My orgasm reverberates through me, leaving me breathless. Cass doesn’t stop, though. He isn’t done yet and I’m not sure I am either.
He powers into me, hitting that spot over and over again. After a bit, it starts to hurt even through my budding orgasm.
“Come for me, baby. I want you to come with me,” I plead.
Cass’s brows furrow in concentration as he continues his pace, building toward his own release.
My hands explore my body, resting on my breasts.
I pinch and toy with my nipples. Cass zeroes in on my movements, the dark desire in his eyes shoving me over the edge of ecstasy.
My moans are drowned out by the blissful release, and seconds later, he withdraws from me and fists himself, spraying spurts of fiery come across my lower stomach.
Cass’s eyes flicker open, gazing down at me and I don’t know if it’s the powerful orgasm I’ve just had or the house or just being with Cass, but something plays on my emotions because a single tear slides down my cheek.
Without missing a beat, Cass’s eyes fill with concern as he wipes away the tear.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, worry creasing his brow.
I chuckle before looking directly at him. “I’m not really sure.”
Now he looks really concerned because I’m laughing and crying.
“I don’t know what happened. All of a sudden, my emotions went a little haywire,” I say on a breathy laugh.
Cass seems to relax a little and leans over to kiss my forehead before he walks into our master bath.
The sound of a shower turning on piques my interest. I’ve seen the bathroom but I haven’t truly looked around.
I’m trying to take in all of this at once and it’s slightly overwhelming.
I pop my head through the large opening that connects the two rooms and find Cass with the shower door open, water on, and a towel in hand that he’s hanging on the towel rack.
“We have towels?”
“Yeah, babe. I’m pretty sure that’s what this is,” he holds up the towel in mocking.
“When did those get here?”
“I made sure that some of the necessities were here. Bed. Towels. Toilet paper. A few spare items of clothing in the closet,” he shrugs.
A smile spreads across my face. He thought of everything and it is fucking perfect. I cross the floor, closing the distance between us and walking right past Cass into the large shower. I need to clean off my stomach before it gets stuck to me and I have to scrub it off. That’s never fun.
The shower is big enough to fit three people comfortably.
It’s completely enclosed aside from the opening at the entrance.
The interior walls are made of eccentric quartz slabs that are between a brown and tan color with intricate designs throughout.
There’s a bench made of the same material along the far wall and images of what Cass could do to me there flitter through my mind.
Three different shower heads spray down on me from different directions and it’s amazing.
The glass door thuds when it closes and I turn around to see Cass standing there, in all of his naked glory. He’s got a smug grin on his face and grabs the bar of soap that’s already in its rightful place in the shower wall.
“Didn’t think about wash rags, baby. Looks like it’ll have to be my hands that bathe you tonight.” He stalks closer to me, lathering his hands. I step backward until my back is flush against the cold quartz.
Cass’s hands begin at my stomach, scrubbing the mess from my delicate skin before he lathers them again and begins working his way up my front.
I know I can’t handle any more of what had just happened tonight and when it doesn’t turn sexual so much as it is sensual, I relax and let him bathe almost every inch of me.