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“And you’d touch yourself?” I asked, breathless.
He nodded and reached down. He lined himself up with my entrance that was all kinds of hydrated. “I’d think about how wet you’d be for me. How you’d say my name and I’d have to put my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.”
“Bowie.”
With a slow, sexy grin, he closed one big hand over my mouth.
“Quiet, honey,” he whispered. “We don’t want to wake anybody up.”
And then he was slamming himself into me. I cried out against his hand, and he growled. “This is what I thought about, Cassidy. You and me,” he said as he pulled out and drove back into me.
I brought my knees up, so he could work himself in and out with ease. I was so fucking wet for him. I always was. My body had been programmed to respond to his. It was the only explanation for why I was already so close to coming.
He kept that hand over my mouth, and I clung to his shoulders while we stared into each other’s eyes.
“You drive me insane, Cass. I can’t think about anything else but you.”
I didn’t know if it was Past Bowie or Current Bowie saying it, but I sure was appreciative either way.
The feel of him driving into me, those powerful thrusts that bottomed him out inside me, drove me crazy.
“Hold tight,” he ordered gruffly.
I gripped him with my arms and thighs, and he slid his free hand under my sweater.
“I’d fuck you like this, Cass. Right here. It would be our little secret. Our beautiful, dirty little secret.” His thumb brushed over my nipple that had puckered to stone.
One hand on my mouth, one hand at my breast, tugging and squeezing, and I was coming. I felt my muscles milk his cock, closing around him, gripping and sliding.
“Fuck, fuck,” I chanted against his palm.
“That’s my girl. My beautiful girl,” he said with dark pleasure glazing his eyes.
He was grunting softly now on every thrust, and I wanted him to come. I wanted to see this fantasy through, see what Teenage Cassidy was capable of doing to Bowie.
“Fuck, baby. When you come I go crazy,” he growled. Then he was pulling out of me, gripping his cock hard. He stroked hard and fast until the first rope of his release shot out onto my folds. He kept stroking, kept coming, covering my stomach, my thighs, my center with his release.
It was beautiful, desperate, erotic. And I was dizzy with love.
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“Scarlett is gonna murder us for using her new towels to clean up bodily fluids,” Cassidy predicted as I ran the towel under the hot water.
“Honey she’d be a lot more pissed if we left this mess for her,” I teased, cleaning us both up as best I could. She was beautiful with her walls down and her cheeks flushed. Happiness radiated out of her like heat from the sun.
“That was crazy hot, wasn’t it? I mean, I thought it was,” Cassidy said. She had a tendency to jabber after sex. A trait I found fucking adorable.
“Crazy hot,” I agreed.
“What will we do after we run out of fantasies?” Cassidy asked, concerned.
I rinsed the towel out in the sink and looked down her long, lean body. “Honey, I think we’ll be fine.” I had a feeling I could spend a lifetime coming up with new ways to appreciate Cassidy’s body.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she said, hopping off the counter and feeling around on the floor for her pants.
I leaned down and kissed her hard. “You’re my every dream come true. When are you gonna realize that?”
