Page 57 of Shattered Veil

It was enough to bring me to the precipice of my own release, and I was not allowing that to happen yet. I wrapped my hand in the roots of her hair, tugged to usher her off of me, and with lips so wet that they were dripping, she smiled wide.

Christ.

I stretched my other arm to cradle the left side of her face as I pulled her up my body and yanked her mouth to mine. Her tongue was slightly salty, the evidence of my abundant arousal clear as day, and my chest nearly vibrated as I spoke:

“Fucking dirty girl.”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I tugged her top overhead, throwing it to only God knows where. I moaned at the sight of her bare breasts that looked as though they would perfectly fit in my palms, and, desperate to make her as needy and wanton as she had made me, I moved in. I licked across her chest, focusing on every curve, grazing my teeth in areas that I just couldn’t resist. Her breath turned ragged, and her grip on the back of my head guided me to her nipples that I had pointedly avoided. I fought her, allowing myself to skim the area with the tip of my nose, only to place my mouth elsewhere.

“James,” she complained. “Stop teasing me.”

I looked up at her and simpered, “You want more of me?”

“Yes.”

“Here?” I finally followed her touch and took one of her nipples in my mouth, dragging my tongue across it.

“Yes.”

Smiling against her chest at her lust-filled tone, I grabbed her waistband.

“Here?”

“Lower,” she breathed.

I kissed across her breasts, going where she led me, and licked her other taut peak as I reached under the fabric of her shorts and underwear. My fingers brushed against her smooth skin, and she shivered when I touched her where she so desired. I slid them forward and back, bringing her own lubrication up to her clit.

We simultaneously moaned—her, wordlessly, and me with a, “Fuck, you’re wet.”

Cassie rotated her hips, working herself against my hand as I wandered over her chest until she tugged on my hair to usher me upward. She kissed me voraciously, leaning her body into the motion, and with our tongues still tied, one of her hands left my scalp and pressed against her shorts where I was touching her underneath.

“In,” she murmured against me.

“Mmm.”

I tested one finger, and it slid in and out of her on her own volition as she rode it.

She ordered, “Two.”

I did as she asked, she let out an alluring high pitch on my lips, and her hand fell away. Cassie wrapped her fingers around the base of my erection, and I flexed my hips to rock in time with her motions. We moved like that, slowly increasing our speed until every panted exhale was a passion-filled groan, our kisses turned to attempted consumption of one another, teeth were clashing, lips were being bitten, the still-burning fire and our rapid motions left our bodies hot, and we were fucking each other’s hands with desperation.

I wanted inside of her—to flip our positions and pin her to the cushions—to feel her squeeze around my cock as she rode out her own release—but escalating any further in that sense meant a conversation about birth control options. And we were both too far gone for that.

“You’ll make me come like this,” I rasped. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Fuck, I—I’m so close.”

“Shit, Cas.” My muscles began to contract, she rode my hand harder, and I followed her tempo. “Right—right fuckin’ there, yes.”

“James!”

She screamed my name, her head fell on my shoulders, and her pussy clenched my fingers hard. Profanity and nonsensical words alike, I shouted to the ceiling as I came, my face screwing tight while I ejaculated onto my stomach between us. Our motions slowed, her repetitive squeezing against my hand stopped, and when I removed my fingers from her, she placed a small kiss on my neck.

My heart was still hammering when I quietly spoke into her hair, “You okay?”

“Very okay,” she spoke gently. Lifting her head and sitting back on my thighs to look at me, she traced the evidence of our sexual acts with her eyes from my groin to my chest. Gaze hooded, warm, and soft, Cassie leaned forward as if she couldn’t resist returning, hovering over me to avoid the mess, and sweetly spoke against my lips, “Ya look good, Jay. Let me clean you up. Purgatory suits you.”

I internally repeated the latter sentence to myself as she pressed her mouth on mine, and I smiled into her kiss, for I had never considered that purgatory could be a source of…happiness. Pleasure. Joy. An opportunity to bask in the now while I could for the unknown ahead seemed daunting.

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