Chapter Thirty-Eight
Hailey
The Same Night
Getting our shirts off seemed to be the key to unlocking Cash’s animal instincts. And it helped that I wasn’t wearing a bra. It had been too long since we’d been together and I didn’t plan to wait another minute longer.
Neither did Cash. Now that I’d turned him on, I didn’t need to do much more to get him going. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom, setting me onto the bed, where I tugged off my shorts. He pulled his jeans open and stepped out of them. I wriggled across the bed and turned around, showing my ass to him as I rose up on my elbows. He made an appreciative noise at the sight. I didn’t want a lot of kissing tonight. We had the rest of our lives for that — I honestly believed that — tonight I just wanted him to bury himself as hard and deep into me as he could, going so fast I could hardly breathe. I was soaking wet just thinking about it.
He climbed on top of me, his hard cock probing between my lips and tasting the juicy wetness there, how ready I was for him.
“You really want it tonight, don’t you?” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my neck.
“I want it hard and deep,” I gasped, so excited already just at the thought of him inside me.
He made an erotic sound deep in his throat that caused me to lift my ass and open my legs even further to him. I felt his fingers running over my clit, feeling that wet heat, teasing me by probing inside me only to come right back out again.
“I want you,” I moaned. “Don’t make me wait.”
He ran the head of his cock between my quivering lips this time, stoking the flame inside me, my need for him, the itch just beyond where he was toying with the wetness between my legs that only he could scratch. My entire body was so hungry for him. It felt like it had been forever since he’d been inside me. I was desperate for that connection, to feel our sweat-slick bodies straining against each other.
He thrust inside of me suddenly, and I gasped, the breath expelled from my lungs by the pressure of his cock entering my hungry sex. I swallowed him whole, moaning loudly as his rhythmic thrusts began. I pushed against him, arching my back so my ass lifted. He grunted as he pushed inside me, spreading my legs wider.
“Faster,” I begged. “Harder.”
His hips moved faster, the frenzied rhythm pressing me into the mattress. I cried out as the tension building inside me, the pleasurable tingling that started between my legs and spread up through my abdomen, became unbearable, and then, seconds later, released in a wave of luscious wetness, my entire body quivering.
He pulled himself out of me, and I moaned with the denial of that long, hard shaft, the emptiness inside me now that he was absent.
“I want to see your face,” he said, nearly growling the words. He spun me around gently and went for one of my nipples, sucking hard, so I arched my back and took hold of two handfuls of his soft brown hair to keep him in place and doing what he was doing. He moved to the next one, this time biting a little so I screamed with pleasure. He moved to my neck next, sucking hard as his fingers moved between my legs and entered me, swirling around in that hot wetness and stoking even more heat inside me as the pressure built into a crushing wave that would be my next orgasm if he kept this up. I didn’t know what it was about this man’s fingers and mouth, but he could work as much magic on me as he liked.
“Do you want more of this?” he asked, lifting his chin to whisper directly into my ear, his lips moving over my skin.
“Yes,” I said, nodding eagerly.
He took hold of one of my legs and brought it up so I was wide open to him, and then he entered me slowly and teasingly, sliding all the way in an inch at a time as he watched my face, a sexy smile on his lips. This new angle got him deeper, the heat of his long, firm cock rubbing all along my interior walls and spreading those tingling sensations. I could hardly breathe at how good he was making me feel. To think I’d almost died and missed this.
I released a heady giggle at the thought, and he increased his speed, settling into a deep, hard rhythm, his thrusts drawing whimpers from me at how deep he was going. He lifted my leg even further, burrowing into me up to the hilt. I cried out, breathless and shivering as my second orgasm crested and fell over me. My body felt possessed by the quivering passion racing through it, my muscles seized with the shivering power of my own pleasure. I couldn’t breathe, and still, Cash was deepening his strokes and lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder. I’d never been this open to a man before, never given him access to the sweetest, wettest parts of me. I wanted Cash to take everything. I wanted us both to be obliterated in the rush of tingling sensations that we were stoking in each other. I couldn’t tell him all this. I couldn’t even breathe. All I could do was wrap an arm around him as he roared behind clenched teeth with the strength of his own orgasm. He pushed into me so hard I gasped, his hips trembling, the look on his face exquisite with that agonizing pleasure he was feeling. And then he relaxed all at once, collapsing onto me, our hearts racing in our chests, so hard it felt like I had two hearts. I had to catch my breath, but it didn’t feel like I ever would.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, still catching his own breath. He rolled off of me slowly, and I moaned at the loss of his softening cock inside of me, the breaking of that connection between us.
My body felt loose and exhausted. Cash was talking, but it was difficult to keep my eyes open. I was just so content at this moment. I didn’t want to fight it. I just let sleep claim me when it came calling, the feeling of Cash next to me