Casey
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I reach up and press my lips to his. I can’t believe this
wonderful man loves me… still loves me after everything that’s happened.
His lips move over mine slowly, gently sucking on my bottom lip. Shifting his
position, he lies flat on his back, and I climb on top of him, keeping our lips
connected. He makes no attempt to deepen the kiss, and I don’t really want him
to. This way is more heartfelt, not born of lust but love.
His fingers glide up my thighs and over my hips, sending a
shiver down my spine. They continue up my sides, slowly pushing my T-shirt up
as he goes. I moan against his lips as he cups my breasts, tenderly massaging
them. I just want to explore his body; I run my hands down his neck, across his
broad shoulders, and down his muscular arms, loving the feel of his skin. When
I trail my fingers up his sides, his hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling
me closer. He always smells good, but this new cologne he’s wearing is driving
me crazy! His tongue teases my lips until I part them, allowing him to slip it
inside. He moans as our tongues touch. I caress his stomach, delighting in his
muscles jumping beneath my fingers. When I get to his chest, I move my hips against
him and feel his dick harden against my pussy. Tugging his zipper down, I reach
inside his jeans. His hips jerk up when I touch him, sliding my fingers up and
down his hard yet velvety-soft length. A possessive feeling washes over me, and
I have a sudden need to claim him.
“It’s mine, and I want it now.”
I pull his dick free and position myself over him.
“Casey, you’re not—” I sink down on him, fisting my hands on
his chest. He takes a sharp breath, closing his eyes. The look of sheer
pleasure on his face brings a smile to my lips. “…ready. Oh, fuck.”
“You were saying?”
Tightly gripping my hips, he moans, his head falling back on
the cushions. With lips slightly parted, his face is a picture of ecstasy.
“Am I wet enough for you?”
“Mmm… absolutely,” he replies.
As I slide my hips back and forth, he bunches the T-shirt at
my waist, locking his gaze onto where we’re joined. Grasping my waist with both
hands, he lifts me until he slips almost all the way out. He lowers me slowly,
only to lift me again, watching as he goes in and out. A low growl sounds in
his throat, and before I know it, I’m on my knees on the couch, and he’s
standing behind me. I spread my legs, and he reaches around to massage my clit
as he pushes inside me.
“Ethan….”
I grind my hips against him, making him moan. He leans
forward, nipping at my back.
“If you keep doing that you’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I ask.
“Not before you.”
He pulls back, circling his hips as he immerses himself in
me. With one hand on my waist, the other on my shoulder, he increases the pace.
With every stroke, a different sound escapes my lips. I feel stretched to my
limit in a slightly painful but highly pleasurable way. The hand on my shoulder
moves lightly down my spine, and a tingle runs the entire length of my body. I
sink my teeth into the back of his leather couch as my pussy takes a delicious
pounding.
“Ethan!”
“That’s it.”
“Oh, my God!”
My body tenses and I clench my muscles around him tightly.
He stops moving as I explode around him, screaming. As soon as the spasms
cease, he starts moving again, fast and uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Casey!”
With a deep thrust, he goes still. I collapse on the couch,
unable to move, unable to even think. When I open my eyes, I’m lying on his chest,
and his fingers are gently moving up and down my arm. I can’t believe how earth-shattering
it is with him every, single time. When we come together, it’s like Greek fire—flames
but not a match in sight. How is that possible?
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?”
“Is it supposed to be like this every time?”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I guess I’m just afraid we’re
gonna… burn out.”
“Never.”
“How can you say that with such certainty?”
“Because this is more than just sex. We’re connected by
something deeper, stronger.”
I lift my head to look at him, and he’s staring up at the
ceiling, his eyes blank.
“When did you get so poetic?”
He chuckles, flashing me a huge grin. “Love does strange
things to a man’s brain.”
“I like it. We’re connected.”
I lay my head on his chest once more. An unbidden image of
him and Shae, doing what we just did, pops into my head. I probably won’t like
the answer, but I have to ask.
“When we were broken up… and it’s totally okay if you did
but, did you sleep with Shae?”
“Of course not. Why would you ask that?”
“Something your mother said.”
“I came home one night and found her here. It was too late
for her to drive home, so she stayed in one of the spare rooms. That’s it.”
“Didn’t you want to?”
“No, Casey. She’s not you.”
She’s not me. I’m the only one he wants. It gives me comfort
and my soul feels at peace… for about ten seconds. Something snaps inside me,
and I bolt upright.
“I want cake do you want cake? I’m gonna make us a cake.”