10. Cass
10
CASS
Mr. Gray Diamond lives up to his name. He’s still on top of me, and those eyes have killed me over and over. And now he’s asking me, in the gentlest way—how do I want him?
You know a lover is a great lover when he can turn a humble missionary position into a screaming fest louder than a storm. I became part of him when his weight crushed me. I melted into him as our sweat mingled. Most of all, the proximity between our faces has made our lovemaking real—we reminded each other that pleasure was just a byproduct of our togetherness.
It was almost perfect. If only my desert-like sex life hadn’t become apparent. Sam shattered my self-control and suddenly, I found myself on a bullet train, reaching my destination way ahead of time. Premature isn’t just for guys, and I was embarrassingly too quick.
Yet he understood. Better still, he turned glitch into glory. His immaculate timing, his precision loving, and the fact that it’s Sam, all compounded to create this immense wave of pleasure. I had never felt it so intense before I cried.
The man knows what women want, and I let him know me.
I let him have me.
It’s scary—earthquake kind of scary. I’m entering the unknown, and there’s no fiber within me that tells me I should turn around. I’m safe with him, outside the wall I’ve built from the rubbles of my life.
Sam rolls to my side, waiting for my answer.
He’s given me the privilege to relive the bliss with him. I’m well aware he hasn’t had his climax yet, and I have every intention to wait for him this time.
My way.
I mount him like I do a stallion, sitting tall in front of him. He groans, not expecting me to land on him so hard.
“Damn… why didn’t I think of this before?” He extends his arms to reach my breasts.
He keeps kneading as I let his raging cock enter me. The sight of him enjoying the play heats me up. Sometimes you need distance to appreciate what’s in front of you.
Before my eyes, is a man I admire, cherish and respect. I don’t know where we’re heading, but I will always look to him. For I trust him, and I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else but Sam.
His hands travel the length of my back, caressing my skin. His hips follow the wave of my movement with perfect timing—it feels effortless as if he does it by instinct. My core is lavished with pleasurable pulses, amplifying every stroke and touch.
“I’m almost there, Cass.”
“I’m ready, baby.”
As the rhythm drives his hip up, he pulls me down so my pelvic floor is glued to him. Inside, he has gone so deep that every side of my walls are stretched. Not having an orgasm with this man is impossible—especially now that he has quickened the pace and thrust harder. My core convulses around his cock as he bucks against me.
“God… Cassidy…” He groans as he releases.
I falter forward, bouncing against his hard pecs. My toes curl like aspen leaves in the sun, my thighs tighten against his sides, milking the pleasure that’s still trapped within me.
Sam straightens my cowering body so he can reach my crown and kiss it. He keeps kissing while my head bobs up and down following his vigorous panting.
“Cassidy…” he murmurs.
I’m too weak to respond. He’s still in me and I’m in no hurry to leave him. I will bask in his warmth, and the glorious peak he has granted me, for as long as I can.
As drowsiness takes over, I roll off to his side. I must’ve fallen asleep for a while.
My eyelids flutter open to find Sam tracing lines through my hair
“Where have you been all my life?” he asks.
“Roaming. I don’t stay in one place long.”
A kiss lands softly on my brow, his lips questioning. “Ever think about settling down?”
I play with one of his nipples—they’re erect, probably still recovering. “Never say never. I’m known to be unpredictable.”
“Huh?” he sniggers. “Tell me something about you that you think will surprise me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Everything.” Then I nudge myself up, propping my head with my hand. “I won the Kalispell Barrel Racing Championship twice in a row.”
“Kalispell?”
“I was born and raised there.”
“Barrel racing you said? I presume it’s got something to do with horses?” he asks.
“Huh! You really are from New York.”
He cackles, glancing at the ceiling as if trying to remember how tall the buildings are in the Big Apple.
“Guess I’ve still got dirt to shake off from the city sidewalks,” he responds gleefully, then gives my lips a quick peck. “So, what do you have to do to win this barrel race?”
“Basically fly without leaving the ground.” I crack a smile. “You and your horse run a cloverleaf pattern around barrels. Fastest to complete the round wins.”
He scoffs in amusement. Then I feel his palms engulfing my ass cheeks, squeezing them. “Is that why you chose cowgirl?”
I pinch his nipple, my way of acknowledging his proficiency in sex position lingo.
He admits, “That’s about the extent of this New Yorker’s riding skills. Barely managed a pony ride at Central Park.”
“I’ll show you the ropes.”
“I’d rather not be the death of some poor beast.”
His laughter gives way to a thoughtful silence, his eyes searching for something more. “Why did you stay, Cass? Why me?”
There’s a whole world of answers to that question, but they can wait. “Truth? Helena’s running low on guys who’ve got a clue about treating a lady right. And you’re so damn handsome.”
He catches the dodge but lets it pass, playing along. “So, I’ve got looks?”
“You could give those Manhattan billboards a run for their money.”
Shifting closer, he draws me in, his arm a band of certainty around me. “And you trust me?”
“That’s a silly question, Samuel Kelleher.” I give his ass a good smack. The feeling of his flesh bouncing against my palm gets me hot again. Call me greedy, but I haven’t had enough of him.
I get up, hop on his belly, and place my hands on his impossibly hard shoulders.
“What are you doing?” he says.
“I want another one.”
“Jesus, Cass… are you testing me?” He wrestles me, and with one swing, I’m back lying under his magnificent package. With a smile that is a mix of sweetness and devilishness, he locks me in position.
Clearly, missionary is his favorite, and I don’t blame him. He’s got the muscle, the control, and the moves to serve it on a silver plate. And as for me, I won’t complain.
Sam groans when he senses my wetness. “I guess I’ll have to learn to keep up with my cowgirl.”
Not many men can pull this off. But I know he’s still got it in him.
With flame in his eyes, once again he introduces his member.
Hell yes, he’s still got it.