Chapter 6
You”d think nothing had changed from the way Cane looks at me. Like I haven”t put on weight, like my boobs are still perky, like I don”t have stretch marks like tiger stripes all along my abdomen.
Meanwhile, Cane”s still in great shape. His body is still made of hard slabs of solid muscle that haven”t gotten hidden under padding from age or a sedentary lifestyle.
As much as I enjoy the view as he peels his shirt off and tosses it aside, I can”t help but feel self-conscious about not being able to offer him the same in return.
When he wraps my hand around his shaft, however, I can feel it throbbing in my grip. If there”s any room left to doubt that Cane”s still as attracted to me as he ever was, it”s erased when I see the way his face pinches tightly as he thrusts against my hand as if he”s on the verge of losing control.
”Fuck baby, I can”t let you touch me like that yet.” Cane grits the words out at the same time he steals his thickness from my hand. ”I”ll be making a mess of you way too soon for either of us to be happy about it,” he whispers hoarsely as he moves south, kissing his way quickly down my body till he reaches his destination.
With his head between my thighs, I don”t have anything to do with my hands except thread them through his hair.
It”s been so long since I touched him and now that I have, it”s like I can”t stop. I need to feel him, to have my hands on him just to remind myself he”s really there.
Then I feel Cane”s warm breath against my drenched core, the pads of his thumbs rough against my most delicate skin as he spreads me open and dips his tongue into my center.
”You”re so fucking wet, Junie.” His voice is a rasp between exploratory strokes of his tongue. ”You still taste as delicious as I remember.”
Those are the last words I hear from him for a while. Two thick fingers slide in and out while his mouth goes to work on my clit.
It”s a good thing I have a grip on him--the feel of his hair caught between my fingers, the rough grip his free hand has on my ass as he uses it to pull my body closer and keep it sealed to his mouth, the solid resistance of his neck between my thighs when I involuntarily squeeze them together so tight that I”d be worried about suffocating him if I could think at all-- or I”d be convinced this was just another dream.
I come much faster than either of us expected and harder than I have in any of the last five years that I”ve been taking care of myself.
”That was fast, baby girl,” Cane coos reverently as he peppers soft kisses along the insides of my quivering thighs. ”I thought you”d make me work harder.”
”I”m thirty now,” I point out with a little laugh at myself.
”Thirty is a magic number?” Cane”s kisses are beginning to linger, as if he can sense my body waking up to his touches all over again.
”Apparently women hit their sexual prime in our thirties.”
The conversation is still light-hearted, with Cane working his way back up my body between slow kisses and tender caresses, but there”s tension behind his tone as he jokes with me.
”So you come that hard with everyone now, then?”
”I wouldn”t know, Cane,” I take his hand, looping my fingers around his and letting him easily pin my arm to the pillow beside my head.
My voice loses the playful tone I”ve been trying to keep up this whole time, and maybe it”s too soon to show my cards and I”ll just end up heartbroken and angry about it tomorrow, but if we”re doing this tonight it”s only fair to be honest.
”You”re still the only man I”ve ever been with.”
With that confession, Cane”s fingers tighten on mine, his warm caramel gaze going dark as he stares back at me while he puts together what I mean.
In seconds, he”s finished peeling his jeans and boxers off. They land on the floor somewhere outside the circle of dim light and then he”s between my legs again.
This time, with his hips holding my thighs apart, one hand gripping his own length firmly as he slides the slick tip of his dick through my own wetness before pausing just shy of pressing inside me.
”There”s not a condom in this whole damn house, Junie-bee,” he tells me, his voice ragged and coarse, ”because I haven”t been with anyone since you either.”
He pushes in by millimeters, like he”s trying to finish this conversation but can”t quite hold himself back.
I don”t want him to. I widen my thighs, lifting my knees, and tilting up to beg him further inside me.
”...and I hope you”re not on birth control, because I plan to fuck another baby into you tonight and this time, I”m not going to miss a minute of it.”
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Hurricane
It takesevery ounce of control I have to give her time to stop me.
There”s still some part of my brain that”s working right, screaming something about good ideas and too soon and taking time, but that voice is small and far away and not making a whole lot of sense right at this moment.
At this moment, the only thing that makes any sense at all is the primal part of me that”s screaming to take this woman, mark her, claim her, make her mine in every possible way.
Thank God, Junie doesn”t try to talk any sense into the caveman that”s taken over me, I”m not sure he”d listen.
Instead, she writhes underneath me, clutching at my sides and whimpering as I enter her slowly, savoring every inch of her as her interior walls are forced to make room for my intrusion.
”Hurricane.” Junie”s whimpers become insistent little mewls under me. ”Don”t tease.”
”Baby, you”re still so tight--” I push in farther, savoring the feel of her sealing around my hard cock with every inch I get deeper, ”--I have to take this slow or I”m going to explode.”
But she”s not paying attention to my words anymore. June”s eyes have closed, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth, and her fingernails dug deep in my back as she rises up to meet me and takes me all the way in.
Feeling June”s sweet little pussy hugging my cock is more than I can handle.
It”s been too long since I”ve been inside her, too long since I heard the needy little sounds she makes when she”s desperate for me to fuck her hard and thorough, too damn long since I felt her greedy little channel clenching around me when she”s coming undone with my name on her lips.
”Junie,” I warn her, catching her lips in a kiss to steal her next moan, ”I won”t last if you keep making those noises, sweetie.”
”Fuck me and make me come, Cane.” She slips her tongue out to draw over my upper lip but doesn”t kiss me. ”Fill me up and make me yours all over again. I need it, baby, I need you.”
She does it on purpose, just like she always did, and I fucking love her for it.
Drawing back, I slip my hand between us and tease her clit.
Another time, we”ll make love slow and easy; I”ll roll her over and watch her ride me with those pretty tits of hers bouncing up and down on her chest for me; I”ll bend her over the edge of the bed and take her from behind while she says all those filthy words while she watches me over her shoulder just because she knows I could never hold out when she did that.
We”re going to have a lot of chances to make up for lost time, but right now I need to make sure Junie gives me another one of her delicious orgasms before I lose control altogether.
It doesn”t take long. Just the lightest brush over her swollen little bud and she”s arching her back and crying out for me while her tight little pussy squeezes my dick so hard I can”t move.
I”m lost to her climax. Helpless to resist when I feel her muscles milking me for my cum.
Holding on to Junie so tight I”m sure to find bruises on her in the morning, I slam home one more time and release everything I”ve got deep inside her womb. Filling her to overflowing, branding her with my DNA, and praying we”ll be starting a new life tonight that we”ll get to bring into the world together this time.
”I love you, June-bug.”
They”re the only words I can think of and the first thing out of my mouth as soon as I can speak again.
It doesn”t even occur to me that we”re moving fast, in my mind, we”re just picking up where we left off. Five years got taken from us and I want them back, but the best I can do is make sure we don”t waste another second that we”re given.
Pulling my woman into my arms, I cradle her close and tell her again.
”I love you, Junie. Don”t leave. Never leave again, no matter what, and I promise we”ll figure it out.”
”I love you too,” Junie says, snuggling against my chest and letting me hold her. ”I know we”ll figure it out, Cane.”
But she doesn”t relax and drift off to sleep like I want her to.
”Where are you going?”
When she wriggles out of my grasp and crawls out of bed, I realize she”s not just heading for the master bath. She”s picking her clothes up off the floor and getting dressed.
It has my heart clenching, my hands itching to pull her back into bed with me. Didn”t she just tell me she loved me too? After everything today dumped on us, that we”d figure it out together?
”Donner expects me to sleep in the guest room. I need to be there when he wakes up.”
Junie crawls onto the bed and leans in to kiss me. Slow. Tender. Like she”s telling me not to worry, she”ll be here in the morning.
”How do you think we should--”
”Shh. We”ll figure it out,” she tells me again. Giving me a small smile and adding a soft kiss to my furrowed brow before slipping out of my bedroom and leaving my bed empty and my thoughts jumbled.