Chapter 12 #2
Hitching her knees up and to the side, he noticed her fisting the covers of his bed. When he gauged her expression, he found desire, near desperation. He dipped his head down, found her clit. She rocked up.
She was as hot as he remembered, already wet for him. He’d probably stain his pants making himself wait before he finally sated himself with her body. But just like before, once wasn’t going to be enough.
She sucked in a breath and moaned, almost drawing too far away from him.
He tugged her closer to lick a path from her swollen clit to her opening.
When he speared her with his tongue, she bucked almost off the bed.
He wanted to grin, but instead, circled the swollen nub, her body shaking with the impending release.
He rose to his knees, increasing the pressure.
“Cash!” Her knees rose higher as she tensed every muscle in her body.
He raised his gaze. She watched him. Her eyes bright, her mouth open with shallow breaths. The sight of him between her legs must be heightening her pleasure. Her body spread before him certainly did it for him.
Suddenly her body spasmed. She threw her head back, calling his name. He inserted a finger. She jerked again as her sex clamped around his digit. His name left her lips in another cry. Her body shook and shuddered until she went limp and he eased up. This was how he wanted her—completely his.
He rose to his knees and, one at a time, undid the buttons of his shirt. “Did that bring back any memories, honey?”
Did it ever. She’d remembered snippets of their night together, but he was meticulously stitching them into one cohesive memory. Although his room was way better than the dive of a motel they’d been in.
She’d just had a record-breaking climax, but the sight of him shrugging out of his shirt primed her for more. A dull throb settled in between her legs, not allowing her to fully descend from the peak.
He tossed his shirt, and muscles rippled along his torso as his biceps flexed. Her mouth watered. Would he let her have her way with him? Her gut said not for a while. He was seriously re-creating their first night together.
Down went his zipper and she strained to see his shaft, remembering the length had been impressive. His cock sprang free.
Oh yeah. His erection twitched under her attention.
She bit her lip and caught his eye. “At what point did I suck on you?”
Fire flared in his gaze. “Right after I rode you hard.” A slow, sexy grin spread along his face. “I have to admit, in case you don’t recall, the first time went kind of fast. You had me all worked up.”
“Mmm.” She reclined. He shoved his pants down to keep them out of the way. “Now, how did I do that when I’ve barely touched you?”
His gaze swept her body. “If you could see what I see, honey…”
Honey was so generic, but he made it sound like he used it just for her. He snagged a condom from his pocket and rolled it on. One down. She was almost giddy. If he was truly giving her a repeat, they had two more condoms to go through.
He settled over her, forearms on either side of her head. His shaft pressed against her entrance. She tightened her legs around him.
“God, Abbi.” He thrust in with a groan and didn’t stop. “What’d I say. You got me worked up.”
She twined her arms around him and smashed her mouth to his.
He set a rapid pace, just like before, and took her hard.
Her body was still sensitized from her climax and she was going to hit another peak.
She crested like a rollercoaster car and careened into a void of pure ecstasy.
There was nothing but her and him and how he made her body feel, and it’d be nothing if he didn’t also make her feel like an extraordinary woman.
She moaned and hollered. He was right. She was noisy. A new trend—she’d never been one to shout before. But her world had never been rocked as hard as this, either. Everything with Cash was so much more, from something as simple as cooking a meal to eardrum-shattering sex.
He tightened, his thrusts shortened, and he grunted out his release while holding her close. Their connection was solid; they finished together. Then he collapsed on top of her, his body making little jerks as his orgasm faded.
She laid little kisses along his jaw and roamed her hands up and down his broad back. “You need to take those pants off because I want a good look at you naked.”
He chuckled softly into her neck, still boneless.
She rolled them onto their sides, but he didn’t stay, getting up to shuck his pants. Before he tossed them, he grabbed another condom and put it on the bed. He rid himself of the first condom and laid back down next to her, snagging the second packet in his fingers.
He was about to rip it open, but she stayed his hand.
“Is this where I get to…?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Then leave that off this time.”
He paused and glanced up, his expression cautiously hopeful. “Are you sure?”
“It’s all right, right?”
Ugh. The STD talk never got less awkward.
He nodded, but still looked like he didn’t want to believe she was willing. “It’s a small town. If someone’s having problems, word gets around and…” He shrugged. “I’ve always used protection. Always.”
“All right then, cowboy, on your back.” She rolled up to her knees and straddled him.
“I go by rancher, or farmer. Not cowboy. The difference is in the hat.”
She fisted his length, fighting her giggles. When had sex been so fun ? She was comfortable with him, not doubting herself or just seeking release. She was enjoying this on so many levels.
Taking him into her mouth, she swirled her tongue up and down, tasting his salty spend from earlier. She moaned over him; he rolled his hips up in response. His hands landed in her hair. With her ass in the air, she worked up and down an erection that was as solid as the first time.
“I couldn’t forget this.” His hands tightened. “The way you sucked and licked. Abbi, you— Oh—” He gently lifted her away. “I need to come, but this is the point where you crawled on top of me.”
She snagged the condom and ripped it open. Next time, she was going to finish him. But it seemed important to Cash that they recreate their first night together. And she wanted it, too.
She recalled climbing his body and ever so slowly sinking down on to him. So she did. Her head dropped back and greedily accepted the pleasure that part of him gave her. He cupped her breasts in his hands.
“Now, if you remember,” he drawled, “I lay back and you did all the work.” His thumbs strummed her nipples. She shivered and curved herself into his hands.
“Good try. I clearly recollect how you latched onto my hips and set the pace.”
His eyes hooded, he skimmed his hands down just as she’d described. “Because I loved the way your breasts bounced.”
And they did. He curled up to her. She hugged him closer and he set another pace, this one less frantic. Her breasts bounced against his chest and their tongues danced. She made needy little moans and whimpers that would have been embarrassing, but he was making her body feel too good.
He broke their kiss to sear a path with his lips to her ear.
“You make me so fucking hot, honey.”
Her sex quaked at the deep hunger in his voice. She did that. This wasn’t a one-way street where he held all the power. She drove him just as crazy as he made her.
“The way you clench around me, like you can’t get enough.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Drives a man crazy.”
She was almost at the precipice, almost ready to bowl over as he stroked her center, but then he wedged a thumb between them and circled her clit. He’d barely made it one complete round before she broke apart.
“Oh— Yes, Cash!” She rode him harder from this angle, her needy sex trying to get as much of him as possible.
“That’s it, honey, fall apart in my arms.”
She cried out his name again and squeezed her eyes shut. She saw stars behind her lids, heard him yelling his orgasm, shuddering inside of her.
Perfect.
Could this get any better?
Yes. Because she remembered a third condom.
He gently twisted them to the side. His shaft slid out and they lay together, letting their breathing even out.
He floated his fingers down her arm and over her torso, teasing around her breasts and hips.
They were both satiated, but he didn’t seem to want to stop touching her.
Her belly warmed and she snuggled into him.
“Your skin is so soft.” His kissed her nape.
“Your body is so hot—in many ways.”
Hot breath tickled over her skin. “Glad you think so.”
“Me and half the county probably,” she joked. “No one can deny how good you look.”
“I like that you like it, though.”
She blinked at his honest tone, like he didn’t care what anyone thought of him but her.
This guy could be hard to walk away from. Lying in his arms, she had a hard time remembering why she should go back to Green Bay.
And that spurred a flashback. She’d thought the same thing that first night, when they’d lain like this, idly chatting. Even then, going home had seemed a dismal prospect.
But she wasn’t packing her things and settling down in Moore after knowing Cash for a week. It wouldn’t be feasible, and she needed time to consider that momentous of a change.
She patted his hand and rolled out from under him. “I need to go clean up.”
He watched her go, and she wasn’t self-conscious at all that she didn’t wear a strip of clothing.
But when she entered the bathroom, he was right behind her.
He was holding up a third foil packet. Suddenly, an image bombarded her of watching them in the mirror as he entered her from behind and took her for a third time.
She’d gasped and pleaded that he bring her to another climax and he had, but he’d teased and taunted.
The edge had been taken off and he’d had all the time in the world to play with her body until she’d been nearly out of her mind.
She couldn’t help her grin as she gripped the counter and wiggled her bottom. “Now this, I remember.”