32. Cassie
CASSIE
My lack of sleep last night begins to catch up with me right around the time we sit down for dinner. I yawn as I look over the menu. “Dinner this close to midnight is crazy,” I tell him.
Tor smirks. “It is a little crazy. I had a lot to squeeze into one day, though.”
“I’m not complaining. I like crazy,” I assure him.
“I know you do,” he says, hardly joking.
“Maybe I should get the Caesar salad since it’s so late.”
“I’d get steak,” he says. “I’m getting the picanha. You usually only see that at Brazilian steakhouses, and I like it.”
“If I don’t order it, can I have a few bites of yours?”
“Yes,” he says, smiling faintly.
“I think a whole steak this late would make my stomach hurt.”
So I get my salad, and he gets his steak, and once the dishes come out, he cuts up a few pieces for me. He’s right—it’s delicious. The breadsticks they bring out are really good, too, and at the end of the meal, we share a slice of chocolate cake with a butterscotch drizzle.
After a delicious dinner, we finally head back to our room. My feet ache a bit, so I happily kick off my pretty red-soled sandals as soon as we’re inside.
Tor locks his arms around me, pulling me close. We’ve been running around so much that he hasn’t had as many opportunities to hold me as he does in a typical day, and I find I’m no longer used to being untouched. My body doesn’t really feel at peace until his strong arms are wrapped around me.
He places a kiss against my temple, then lets go so he can take some of his clothes off. I wander over to the window, looking out at the bright lights of Times Square and thinking about how I’ll remember this trip for the rest of my life.
A moment later, Tor comes up behind me and tugs down my zipper.
“Need some help with that?” he murmurs.
I smile softly, still looking out the window as the material goes slack around my body. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he says, sliding his hands inside my dress. My tummy muscles go taut as his bare fingers graze my flesh, and he pulls me back against him, bending to kiss the ball of my shoulder. “I love you, Cassie.”
My heart bursts out of my chest, sprouting wings and soaring. It’s shocking for my mind to hear it so fast, but not my heart. I’ve had the same feelings myself. It’s almost a relief to say them now. “I love you, too, Tor.”
He sighs like hearing the words is a relief for him as well, then nuzzles into my neck, kissing me there and bringing back the goose bumps. I reach back, touching the back of his neck, gently pulling him closer.
I didn’t bring the right bra with me for this kind of dress, and I didn’t know I needed one when we were shopping, so I had to go without. Consequently, his hands come across no barrier as he slides them up, grabbing and squeezing my tits in his greedy hands.
“Put your arms down for a minute,” he says, so I do.
He tugs my dress down, letting it drop into a shimmery pool around my feet.
People are walking on the sidewalks below us, so maybe I should feel a little more reluctant to stand here practically naked in front of the window, but I’m sure with the brightness and all the lights, they wouldn’t see me even if they did glance up here.
Once my dress is off, he caresses my breasts again, pulling my body back against his.
I feel his hot skin against mine and glance back.
His shirt is off, but he’s still wearing his dress pants and belt.
I reach behind my body, finding the leather strap and working it free of its buckle.
As he kisses my neck, I unbutton his pants and then unzip them.
Once his pants are unfastened, I try to turn, but he grabs my hips, holding me in place. His hand skims my stomach, then slides down the front of my panties.
“Tor,” I say softly, my eyes drifting shut as he rubs me.
He spreads my pussy open, pushing a finger into me. My head falls back against his broad shoulder. His expert fingers find the spot where I’m most sensitive, then circle it relentlessly.
“How many times should I make you come tonight?” he murmurs against my ear.
A shiver dances down my spine, and I smile, already foggy. “Surprise me.”
His free hand skims my side, then cups my tit again. My nipples are already hard, but as he brushes his thumb over the left one, it hardens even more against his warm palm.
“I love your body,” he says, skimming his lips across my shoulder. “I love the way it responds to me.”
As if to illustrate his point, he runs his hand over my breast again, and my muscles tighten.
“I love the way it tastes,” he says, kissing my neck with his whole mouth, causing the breath to rush out of me.
He pulls his finger out of my pussy, and I sigh with fleeting disappointment, but he finally lets me turn around.
“I love the way it looks,” he finishes, standing back and just letting his gaze travel over my body. When his eyes meet mine again, he tells me, “There’s not a single part of you I’m not obsessed with.”
I bite my lip, feeling a pleasant flush rise to my face. His words fill me up with so much pleasure, so much comfort, so much confidence…
I drop to my knees, tugging his pants down and looking up at him. He gazes down at me, sliding his fingers through my hair as I take his cock out.
He makes me feel so loved. I want to make him feel loved, too.
I grip the base of his cock, running my lips along the side at first, then dragging my tongue along the underside of him. He sighs, bracing his hand on the window. I open my mouth, taking him inside. My tongue drags over his head, and when he groans, I do it again.
His hand in my hair tightens, then his other hand comes down, his fingers curling around the base of my skull.
I suck him harder, and his hand splays, his grip on my head becoming less of a guide and more of a wordless demand.
I try to follow along at the pace he wants, but before long, my mouth is being used brutally for his pleasure, and I can scarcely catch my breath.
My heart skitters in my chest as I try to keep up, not wanting to disappoint him. I grip his ass, trying to keep my throat soft as he forces his cock into it. Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes as I gag, but I don’t ask him to stop.
Not that I could if I tried.
It gets too rough, though, and I try to pull back, but he doesn’t let go. A swell of panic reaches my chest, and I moan an objection, but the vibration only makes him groan and shove into me harder.
Gasping for breath, I claw at his arm, finally desperate to break his hold.
The feel of my nails on his skin must pull him out of it. He looks down at me, eyes dark, and his grip eases.
I pull off his cock and fall back on my butt, sucking in a breath, tears leaking from both eyes.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, reaching for me. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, but I can’t quite look at him. I need a second to catch my breath and get my bearings.
“Come here,” he says gently, offering his hand.
Swallowing, I reach for it and let him pull me up off the ground.
He pulls me into an embrace, sliding his arms around my waist and holding me close. I close my eyes and rest my head against his chest, and we stay like that for several moments.
Once my heart rate returns to normal, his grip loosens, and a few inches of distance appear between us.
“You all right?” he asks. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”
I know he didn’t mean it, so I offer a gentle smile and nod, absently touching my throat. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” He takes my hand off my neck, bringing it up and kissing my knuckles. It’s the same hand my bracelet is on, so the gold catches his eye. “We should probably take this off so it doesn’t get broken,” he says, turning the chain to find the clasp.
I nod. The sight of the daisy on the chain reminds me of the song from the musical now. It was so romantic, and it made Tor think of me.
“Am I your Daisy?” I ask.
The corner of his mouth tugs up as he carefully removes my bracelet. “No, you’re my Cassie. That’s better.”
I smile up at him, winding my arms around his neck and pressing myself closer to his body. “You say the best things.”
With one hand on my hip, he rotates our positions, walking me backward so he can drop my bracelet on the desk, then he grabs my ass, lifting me.
I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me over to the bed.
He drops me on it, then immediately climbs on top of me.
His fingers hook in my panties, and he drags them down.
I smile as he tosses them somewhere behind him. “Don’t let me forget those.”
Chuckling, he rests more of his weight on me, diving into my neck. He kisses and nips until I’m writhing and moaning, his hand squeezing my breast before sliding up to wrap around my throat. He holds it, not squeezing, just holding, and kisses me.
It’s so fucking hot. My pussy throbs as I slide my hand down his firm abdomen, gripping his cock and tugging. He breaks away from my mouth, kissing along my jaw, then trailing his lips down my neck.
He lets go and shifts off me just long enough to kick off his pants, then finally, we’re both naked.
He bends to kiss my breasts on his way back over me, his tongue dragging across my nipples, hot and wet. His hand follows, stimulating as it brushes over them, cupping and squeezing, then he tugs my nipples, and I gasp, arching off the mattress, the shock of pleasure shooting straight to my pussy.
“You like that, baby?”
His hand slides down my stomach as he asks, then settles between my thighs.
My pussy throbs as he grips my inner thigh, pushing so my legs spread wider. He guides his hard cock to my entrance, and as he pushes into me, he grabs my wrists, raising them over my head and pinning them there.
I moan as he sinks deeper into my pussy, barely noticing the demand for my vulnerability. My back arches, my body stretched and filled, and Tor grabs my hip with his free hand, holding me steady as he drives all the way into me.