Cash steps behind me and pushes my curls to the side. He plants a kiss between my shoulder blades. This dress needed to be off long ago. I grab the tie and peel the dress off my cum-slicked skin. Cash pushes it off my shoulders, and it pools behind me.
He grabs my breasts, kneading my tender flesh, making my nipples harden. I sigh in bliss, already feeling my * getting wet again. He bends his head and pulls my breast to his mouth. Fisting my hands in his hair, I hold on for dear life. I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but he’s the first who demands everything and gives just as much.
His hand travels down and finds my *. Circling my entrance, I whimper and buck my hips against him. That is not what I want.
I reach for his belt, feeling the stiff length of his cock beneath. Now that is what I am looking for. His hand grabs mine, stopping my progress just as he sinks two fingers deep inside me. I inhale sharply and can’t help but thrust my breasts out ready for more.
He’s right: he is an expert with his mouth. As he teases my clit, he sucks my nipple with just the right amount of pressure. “Hmmmm, your technique could use some work.” I try to sound convincing when all I want is for him to continue. He blows on my wet nipple and I arch into his face.
Slowly, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my juices off them. Then he kisses me, and it drives me wild. I can taste myself mixed with whiskey.
“My technique could use some work? Are you lying, Savannah Sunday? It’s bad to tell lies. Tsk, tsk.” He clicks his tongue at me. “Are you being a bad girl?” I tilt my pelvis toward him, pressing myself against his erect cock. Time to show him just how bad we can be together.
“Around you? All the time.”
He pushes me down onto the bed and lifts my legs up around his neck. The rough stubble on his chin scrapes against the sensitive skin of my thighs.
“Keep them there,” he says.
“Or what?” I can’t help but challenge him in this.
“Oh Savy, you don’t want to find out. You think I was teasing your clit back on the rooftop? If that’s how you want to play it, you haven’t seen teasing yet.”
“Ok Cash. I will play by your rules for now.” Fuck, I am ready for him.
“Pinch your nipples for me.”
He guides my hands to my breasts and leaves me to toy with myself.
His tongue pierces my * and I want to scream. He sucks on my lips, and then finds my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I see stars. I stop teasing my breasts, trying to catch up with the sensations pooling within me.
But his tongue stops.
I look down my body at him and he arches an eyebrow. Right, how foolish of me to stop. Slowly, I pluck at my nipples and his tongue repeats the process. A moan escapes my lips and his tongue misses a beat. So he does have a weakness.
Just as I’m ready to be pushed over the edge, he stops again. Cash is going to drive me mad before the night is through.
Cash gets up, leaving me wet and wanting on the bed, and quickly loses his jeans. After rolling a condom on, he slides into bed next to me and pulls me back against him. His cock presses into the crack of my ass.
His hand runs down my leg, cupping my knee and pulling it up. I suck in a breath as I’m spread. His cock teases my opening and I try to press back against him, wanting more. But in this position Cash holds all the cards, and he’s an excellent player.
After what feels like a lifetime, he slides into me in one smooth thrust. It fills me completely, stretching me in ways I wasn’t sure was possible.
I twist just enough to take his mouth, his tongue strong and demanding against my own. Cash does nothing half-way. He bites my bottom lip as he pulls back only to thrust back into me. Held open, I can’t do anything but let him do all the work.
Hard and fast, each stroke going deeper than the last. I try to wiggle around. Cash gives my ass a smack, forcing himself deeper into me. I groan, my world completely focused on the steady rhythm of our bodies.
“Next time I should tie you down,” he says, nipping at my ear. “Would you like that?”
I clinch my * tighter—sounds like a plan to me. Snaking an arm around his neck, I pull him closer. The move only forces us further together. He moans in my ear and pulls me down and holds me there, his free hand finding my clit, sending all systems haywire. We both come at the same time.
“Savy.”
Perhaps I should report Cash to the some sort of UFO trackers, because I’m definitely having an out of body experience. I haven’t been this relaxed in months. It’s like the weight that’s been crushing me has suddenly lifted. He was right; all I needed was to let off some steam—not that I’ll ever tell him that. I’d never live it down.
Cash dozes next to me; I place a hand on his heart. Underneath my palm, the beat is strong and steady. Cash may be a whirlwind, and I may be caught up in his wake, but there’s no place I’d rather make my home.
It’s going to be impossible to give him up. His hand comes up to grab mine and he holds me to him, and that’s when I realize.
I’m done for.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Savannah