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My hand instinctually reached for him, and I rolled my fingers over his smooth, round head, feeling
him stiffen more. His eyes took in the parts of my body he now reached to savor—my neck, my
shoulder, my breasts. His tongue circled hot around my nipples, his lips gently tugging them into tense
peaks slick with his kisses. Satisfied, he nudged my torso away from him so I rested on my palms
behind me. Suddenly, I didn’t even like being this far away from him, but it was to allow his hand to
slip beneath me, to tease out my wetness with a few feverish strokes of his fingers.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Cassie,” he whispered, sending two fingers higher still, curving up to
hit a spot so sensitive, so perfect, I felt my eyes go wide. “I want to look in your face while you come.
While I make you come,” he said, licking his fingers quickly and covering my clit, now aching, under
the soft pad of his thumb.
“I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long, Cassie.”
His lips curled as he increased the speed but not the pressure, hitting my perfect spot with an
insistent, delicious tempo. “Come for me, Cassie. Come for me.” Oh and I did, right then, right there,
throwing my head back, pressing my knees out, my whole body arching towards him. I came,
releasing all the ache, all the pain, all the longing into that dusty, perfect room upstairs, the one that
grew more and more beautiful each and every time we found ourselves alone and naked in it. His
fingers continued thrusting, as I moaned for him, until I had to beg him to stop, desperate to catch my
breath, desperate to come down, to come back to him, my Will.
My whole center heaving, I reached to stroke his sleepy, stubbly face, vowing silently to take care
of this good man better, to never let him go again. His mouth found my thumb and he sucked and
swirled it, bucking slightly as I reached my other hand between my legs to take him in my hand.
“I’ve missed this too,” I said, wrapping my hand around him as he rested back on his hands.
He watched my fingers flutter up and down, loosely, but quickly, my grip tightening with his
obvious appreciation, my fingers moving faster, until that became too much for him, and he rolled his
eyes heavenward. I quickened my pace still, leaning forward, my mouth next to his ear, my nipples
grazing his upper arm.
“It’s you, Will, it’s always been you. It’ll always be you,” I whispered, as he moaned, saying my
name.
He patted around for his wallet, stuffed in his jeans nearby, stopping my hand so he could slide a
condom on. Then he gathered my legs around him again, arms encircling my waist tightly. “You feel
so fucking good,” he said, as he eased me down onto him, all the way to the end of me, filling me up
more completely than anyone ever had or ever would. We stayed still for a moment, joined like that,
my hands on his cheeks, my wet lips sliding sweetly across his, breathing in his breath, my hips
grinding him slowly, feeling him all the way in me, one strong arm braced behind him, the other
around me, holding my hips down. He moved beneath me, lovingly at first, reverently watching my
face. Then his thrusts increased in intensity, and my hands braced on his shoulders as I felt him
plunging up and into me, as I drove down onto him.
“Oh god, Will.”
“Cassie … oh, I love you, I love you like this,” he said, his face twisted in sweet agony as I rode
him, my whole being focused on squeezing him, my hips rocking hard enough to finally pull the
ecstasy right out of him. He came. I made him come, and then he fell backwards, panting for a few
seconds.
I savored my beautiful victory until his body missed mine, and he pulled me down against him,
gathering me close again. We spooned, my ass tucked in his sticky lap, his hard thigh thrown over