“You always have me all to yourself. You make sure of that,” I teased.
“What can I say? I like having you close.” He glanced around the room, and when he was certain no one was around, he put one of his hands behind my neck as he pressed his mouth against mine. My lips parted in surprise as he backed me up against the bar. His tongue swept across my open lips before dipping seductively into my mouth. The kiss was urgent, and I was quickly becoming lost in the heat of his need. I gasped into his mouth when his hands grabbed my ass, pulling my hips closer to his. I could feel the growing bulge of his arousal even through his jeans. His mouth roamed over the curve of my neck, while his hands roamed restlessly over my body.
“Cotton…” I breathed as I glanced toward the door.
“It’s locked, baby,” he murmured between kisses. His hand greedily moved under my shirt, caressing my breast over my bra. “Besides, no one will be here for hours.”
I let my inhibitions fall away as my desire for him took over. I reached for his cotton t-shirt, pulling it from his body, and watched it fall to the floor. He grinned devilishly as I bit my lip and lifted my arms over my head. He hands went immediately to the hem of my long sleeved t-shirt and eased it over my head, tossing it quickly to the floor. His hands roamed over my bare skin, only stopping when he reached my breasts. His fingers slipped inside the cups of my bra, pulling my breasts free. I licked my lips in anticipation as he leaned back, his eyes devouring me, and I couldn’t stop myself from squirming in the heat of his stare. A low growl rumbled in his throat as his hands ran up my back and unhooked my bra. My fingers gripped his shoulders as his head lowered to my nipple, his tongue flicking across the tip before his lips surrounded it and began sucking with gentle pressure. My breath quickened as he moved to my other breast, and a shiver ran over me when the cold air hit my nipple where his mouth had been.
He released my breast from his mouth, letting my bra drop uselessly to the floor, and took a step back, eagerly grabbing my waist as he turned me to face the counter. I felt him twirl his hand around the length of my hair, gently tugging it as he said, “Hands, Cass.”
A rush of anticipation surged through my body as I placed my palms on the smooth, wooden counter and waited. Goosebumps prickled against my skin when I felt the intense heat of his body radiating against my naked back. He placed his hands on my outer thighs, and a small moan echoed through the room as his rough fingertips began to slide my skirt up. His thumbs hooked in the waist of my lace panties, and he dragged them slowly down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, I felt his fingertips trail up the inside of my thighs. My breath caught as fingers slipped between my legs, circling my sensitive clit.
I heard the tinkle of his belt and the slide of his zipper, and I groaned with anticipation, while he continued to torment me with his fingers. Even though I knew the door was locked, there was an extra thrill to being out in the open like we were, and the thought of getting caught only excited me more. Suddenly, I felt his thick erection slide between my legs as one of his hands grabbed my hip. He reached between us and positioned himself at my entrance before thrusting inside of me in one hard, smooth stroke.
A hiss escaped his lips as my body squeezed around him, adjusting to the fullness. I moaned in pleasure, relishing the feeling of him buried inside of me. His hands reached up to cup my breasts as he began shallow thrusts, readying me. He rolled his hips in an anguishing rhythm as my fingers grasped at the counter in desperation. His hands moved down to still my hips as he began driving into me with longer, deeper strokes. My body trembled and my breathing became ragged when my climax approached. I gasped as one of his hands reached around to tease my clit. The gentle pressure of his finger overwhelmed me and sent me over the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I cried while the waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. The pleasure was so intense, my legs momentarily buckled. His strong hands gripped my hips and held me upright as my body contracted around his hard cock. My muscles struggled to push him out, but his thrusts were relentless as he quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I began to rock my hips back into his, wanting him to be as satisfied as I was. I felt his cock swell inside me when he reached his orgasm. His growl echoed in the room as his rhythm slowed.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m good with that,” I laughed and turned to face him. I wound my arms around his neck and said, “I love you, Cotton.”
“I love you more,” he said as he kissed me again and again.
Several Years Later