Chapter 19 #2
The kiss grew blistering, and the lingering lethargy Cassian had felt earlier evaporated like water under a hot sun. Her soft body resting on his stirred fire into his blood, hardened his arousal, and made a haze of lust settle in his head.
He pulled away, “If you want to pleasure me, kissing is not what I want.”
She licked her swollen lips, “What do you want?”
Reaching for her, he coasted his thumb over her mouth, then pressed his thumb on her bottom lip. “I want your mouth on me, Cecilia.”
He saw the moment his words connected. She pinked, “I—I wouldn’t know the first thing on how to do that.”
“Don’t worry,” his lip curved while he took her right hand and gently laid it on his cock, smiling with her lips parted in shock. “I’ll show you.”
Her fingers curved over him, and he barely held back a groan. He slid her hand beneath the waist of his trousers and guided her hand around his thickening arousal. Her thumb ran over his sensitive crown, and he hissed.
Quickly, he removed the trousers and sat back on the headboards and pillows, barely hiding his smirk at how Cecilia could not take her eyes off his length.
“Come here,” he took her hand and folded her fingers firmly around his turgid shaft. Slowly, he showed her how to stroke him. “Here. “Like this,” he muttered.
She knelt between his knees and followed his tactile instructions on how to touch him, following the pace and pressure he liked.
His head met the headboard, and he watched the slow pump of her fist along the thick and veiny shaft. Pleasure spiked up his spine as his hand cupped her jaw and their mouths collided in a hot, hungry tangle of tongues.
Cassian pulled away and stopped her hand, “It’s time for your mouth, sweetheart. You are going to learn to take me in your mouth. And there are some things to keep in mind.”
She eyed his member, thick against his thigh. “Such as…?”
“Keep your jaw loose. Breathe slowly through your nose since your mouth will be occupied, and mind your teeth—that is the most important.”
“I think I can manage all that,” Cecilia murmured.
Holding himself, Cassian guided himself to her mouth. “Open,” he commanded.
She parted her lips, and the proud heat of him slid inside. The heat of her slick cavern made him groan deeply, and he did not move as she took more of him. His girth stretched her lips, and her eyes widened at how much more of him there was to take.
“You do not need to take all of me.” He cupped her cheek, his dusky eyes holding hers. “Use your hand with what is not in your mouth.”
He allowed her to catch her bearings, to master breathing and suckling at the same time, while fighting this urge to take charge and take his pleasure. A groan left his mouth as he slid in deeper, his large hand cupping the back of her head.
“Cecilia—” he fisted her hair. “I am going to move now. Remember to breathe.”
Soon, he was thrusting steadily between her lips as his abdomen rippled, his skin shivered, and his jaw tightened with arousal as he took his pleasure in her. Eager to serve him, she experimented with her tongue as he plunged between her lips.
His fingers were digging into her scalp as she licked the underside of his crown, and his thighs turned to stone beneath her palms. The slick pressure, the softness of her hands as they milked the base of his arousal, was beyond scintillating.
He wanted to push back the tide of pleasure and wanted to watch her sucking him forever, but a sizzle went up his spine, and his bollocks tightened. He felt the warning heat gathering in his groin and gently pulled away from his crown.
“I’m going to—”
“Spend for me as I did for you…” she purred, her fist quickening around him.
His eyes clamped tight, and a strange sound left his chest as his release shot up his shaft. The climax erupted from him, taking everything he had.
When he regained his breath and he was able to peel his eyes apart, he gazed upon her as satisfaction hummed in his veins. Her golden hair was a mess around her shoulders, and her lips were ruby red, swollen.
Not only did she not look put out by the disarray—she was smiling. With a sensual cheekiness that warmed him inside and out.
The look of satisfaction and wonder on her face made him smile too, but the way she kept shifting her gaze birthed an ember of concern in his chest.
“What is it?”
She sighed, and her fingers danced over his chest, “I think I understand why you choose to chase this…”
“Pleasure,” Cassian supplied helpfully.
Her nose wrinkled. “Seems a bit inadequate to describe what I felt a moment ago, but yes, pleasure. It is very… scintillating.”
Cassian reached for her and pulled her tighter, his lips coasting over her cheek. “Are you telling me you are recanting your unending, scathing criticism of my past ways?”
Narrowing her eyes at him, Cecilia said, “I would walk barefoot through the Egyptian desert before I recant that.”
He roared with laughter and shifted so her back was pressed to his chest. His arm slung possessively over her waist, and he pulled her to him. “We’ll see about that.”
She went quiet, then said, “When can we do it again?”
With a groaning laugh, he bent his head and claimed her mouth with a tender kiss. “Stay with me tonight.”
Cecilia sleepily murmured, “I had no intention to leave.”