Chapter 39 #2
A minute later, I’m back on top of her, sitting on one of her thighs, and she is gloriously naked. We are both gloriously naked.
I grab her tits with both my hands. I squeeze. I pull. I pinch her perfect pink nipples. I shove my hand between her legs, and she is wet, so fucking wet.
“Have you been like this since I left you?” I ask as I bring my fingers to my lips and taste her.
“Yes,” she pants, sliding her hands up my body. “All I have to do is think of you, and I’m dripping.”
“Damn fucking right,” I say. I start to roll my hips.
“God, Pia.” She grips my hips, helps to move me. “I’ve imagined this every day since you left, but this is still so much better than anything my imagination could come up with.”
“Fuck,” I grunt out. I’m so fucking turned on. And so desperate to come.
It’s been weeks. At first, on the tour, I’d get myself off multiple times a day, just to the thought of her warm breath against my neck or her fingers in my hair, but then it got so sad, so miserable having to only think of her, to not be able to magic her next to me.
It only heightened her absence. And I fucking hated that.
So I stopped masturbating completely, and now I’m a hot mess who cannot be tamed.
“I need to come,” I say, part-explanation, part-apology as I spread my legs and rest my cunt on hers. She’s so smooth there, not a single hair. I imagine her getting one of her silly waxes for me. Fucking yes.
“Please, do it,” she says, moving my body against her.
I ride her hard and fast. Her hands roam my body as I do.
She plays with my nipples, gently at first but then adding rough twists and pinches, and I moan with the shock and pleasure of feeling so fucking much.
The whole time her eyes are on my face or my body.
It’s like she can’t decide what to look at, what to enjoy.
That is until I’m holding my breath, rutting so quickly a part of me fears I’m going to hurt her or give her some kind of fucking abrasion.
I should find some lubricant, but I can’t stop.
I can’t fucking stop. I can’t stop fucking her, and I can’t stop loving her.
“Am I…hurting you?” I manage to say as my climax hurtles towards me.
“No, Pia, God, no…” She sighs. “At least not in a bad way.”
That comment has me travelling back in time to a musty hotel room where I first kissed her, touched her, got a taste of her. It feels like yesterday. It feels like forever ago.
“Fuck, Cassie, fuck,” I drag the last word out as my orgasm explodes inside me and I swear, outside of me. I’m moaning, groaning, and still rocking my hips. My eyes are closed, but I know Cassie is watching me. I can feel her smiling at me as her hands stay firm on my hips.
I curse in Swedish as the last detonations of pleasure start to fade away. And then I collapse on her and bury my head in the curve of her neck. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to sleep. I want to sing. I want to do this for the rest of my fucking life.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Cassie says again, filling the silence as her arms envelop me.
I’ve been held by many people over the last ten years or so. But nobody has made me feel safe in their arms. In fact, I don’t ever remember being held and feeling this safe.
It’s incredible.
It’s overwhelming.
It’s not for now.
I push out of her embrace and roll to the side of Cassie. I glide my hand down her body and find her clit. Her legs instantly part for me.
“Oh, Jesus,” she hisses, and she tips her head back.
I play with her – small circles, gentle strokes – until she’s writhing next to me, and then I push a finger inside her. She’s hotter and wetter and tighter than any of the filthy memories I’ve held onto had me believe.
I curl my finger up and stroke her front wall, my thumb still busy on her clit. Cassie grabs hold of my arm, like she needs it as an anchor.
“Yes,” she says, but it sounds like she’s anything but satisfied.
“You want another finger?”
“Please, yes, please.”
I slide my index finger insider her, too, and hook it. Cassie moans so loudly I feel it vibrate in my chest. Thank fuck for my hearing aid. I would hate to miss a single noise she’s making.
My speed increases as I fuck her, and so do her breaths, her gasps, her little moans.
“Think you can take another one?” I ask.
“Yes, Pia,” she says without hesitation, her body fucking my hand.
“It might hurt,” I warn.
“I don’t care,” she says and again, I’m flung back in time again to that hotel room where this English rose surprised me by blooming under my touch. Little did I know then that she would make me grow and blossom too.
“Roll over onto your left side,” I say, and she does so very obediently. That display of trust has my core tightening with desire once more.
I slip an arm under her body and grab her breast. It’s so full and round and heavy and fuck, I could play with her tits every day for the rest of my fucking life and still never be bored. My other arm, I wrap around her body and cover her cunt.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say as I slide three fingers inside Cassie.
“Oh, God, yes!” She bucks back into me, her soft backside pressing against me.
“Fuck, Cassie, yes,” I groan into her neck as I start to fuck her again.
She takes my three fingers so beautifully. I want to tell her so, but I’m so scared if I open my mouth again something else will come out.
“Oh, Pia, please…” She sighs. “Pia.”
“Cassie,” I whisper, and I swallow the words that want to come after. I can’t … I can’t…
“Pia, nobody else makes me feel this way,” she says in a gasping rush as she fucks my hand back. “Nobody.”
“I know,” I say, and I kiss her throat, graze my teeth along her creamy white skin, loving the red tracks I leave behind.
“Pia, I want to tell you. I need you to know that—”
And that does it. That snaps whatever threadbare elastic I had tied around my last resolve. Cassie Everard does not get to say it first.
“Cassie, I love you,” I blurt.
She stills. So do I, my fingers deep inside her.
It’s terrifying and devastating and wonderful. I have never felt so afraid and so fucking alive.
“I do,” I admit, because if I’m going to crash and burn in this moment, I may as well do it in a spectacular fashion. “And I can’t stop.”
“I…” Cassie moves so quickly, rolling over in my arms, that I don’t register my fingers are out of her cunt until she’s facing me.
Her hands cup my cheeks, and she smiles right into my eyes as she speaks.
“I love you too, Pia. So thoroughly. So encompassingly. I love you with all that I am today and all I will be tomorrow.”
It’s a waste of time fighting the tears that are filling my eyes, so I don’t.
I let them fall as I kiss her deeply. Instinctively, she opens her legs for me, and I push three fingers inside her again, my palm covering her clit.
We alternate between kissing and whispering “I love you” to each other while I fuck her, and when she finally climaxes, I feel it vibrate through my own body.
And then, when I’m sure her orgasm is over, I gather her in my arms and hold her tight as I cry and smile and wonder what the fuck we’re going to do now.