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“Cass, ohh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck—” My voice was a ragged whisper as I struggled with the last dregs of my restraint to keep from letting loose, from ripping her open with my animal need.
She pushed back, sobbing. “Ink, oh my god, Ink, ohmyfuckinggod, Ink…”
“Cass, I’m—I’m—I have to come. I have to.”
She surged forward, but this time it wasn’t to push back into me—it was panic. “You can’t! Ink, you can’t! God, no, no, you can’t. You can’t!”
I yanked myself back at the last second, roaring out loud as I fought to control myself, rolling away, gasping as if I’d just sprinted a hundred yards full-out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
My eyes were closed, squeezed shut. Fighting to keep it back. To hold on.
Straining, all over. Every muscle tensed.
And then…
Utter softness, wet soft heaven all around my aching, straining erection.
And I lost it all, in a single instant.
The moment she sank her mouth onto me, I lost it. I couldn’t even warn her. It was automatic, beyond my capacity to control. She gulped, shocked, and then recovered, and her hands gripped around me and stroked me hard and fast, both hands blurring on my sex-slick shaft, and I pulsed and my whole body shook, clenching, spasming.
I couldn’t even breathe. My lungs were empty. My heart pounding fit to explode. I couldn’t even thrust, because she was doing it all for me, but then I had to—hadto. Pushed up, once, and she didn’t pull away. No, she took that, too, measuring her movements to accommodate my helpless thrust.
She had my balls in her hand, massaging them sweetly, gently, lovingly, pressing a finger under them and I came even harder, came again, and she swallowed it all.
Finally, she let me go.
I flopped with a loud slap against my belly, and she lifted my arm, settled herself into the shelter of my arms. Nuzzled against me. I groped blindly, found a blanket, and tugged it over us.
Cassie
Sunlight streamed in through the windows. I woke slowly. Became aware, gradually, of myself and my surroundings…and last night.
I was sore, down there. Beautifully, incredibly, perfectly achy.
My mouth tasted like…well, like him.
I didn’t mind that either, although I wanted a toothbrush in the worst way.
My whole body was sore, and I realized it was because I’d come four times, each time harder than the last, and the least incredible of those four orgasms was a million times better than the best orgasm anyone—including I myself—had ever given me.
I was still in his arms. We hadn’t moved the whole night.
And I didn’t want to.
Which scared the living blazes out of me.
Because this feeling, this not wanting to leave the safety of his arms came with…a depth of other feelings that I could not handle having.
“You’re panicking,” I heard a deep, low, sleep-raspy voice say.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Don’t.” He tightened his grip on me.
“Yeah,” I whispered again, this time laughing sarcastically. “Let me just will myself to stop having a panic attack.”
He rolled to his back, taking me with him, so I was lying entirely on top of him. And…it was surprisingly comfortable. He cupped my head in his hand, pressing my ear to his chest. “Just listen to my heartbeat and tune everything else out.”
