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“Baby, look at me.”
Reluctantly she obliged.
“Cass, honey. You’ve been it for me since you were about sixteen years old. There’s never been anyone else in my heart. I’m not going to hurt you. Let me love you.”
“What if—”
“What if it doesn’t work out? What if we fall out of love? What if one of us changes and the other doesn’t catch up?”
She nodded, eyes serious as her body thrummed under mine.
“What if we don’t try?” I countered.
She closed her eyes.
“Cass, we have to give ourselves this shot. Have you ever felt this way about anyone else?”
She shook her head back and forth on the floor, and my hips gave a slight thrust. Two inches into her perfection.
“You’re not playing fair, Bowie.”
“I know it.”
She took a long shaky breath and opened her eyes. “I love you, Bowie Bodine.”
Another fantasy come to life and again, it was better than I’d ever imagined. My Cassidy. My girl. The woman I was going to marry and spend my life with. Saying the words I’d dreamed of hearing from those lips.
“You’re not saying that so I’ll have sex with you, are you?” I teased.
She cupped my face in her hands. “No, Bowie.” And then she kissed me hard on the mouth. I thrust into her, buried to the hilt, and swallowed her cries.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
Finally, the blood pounding in my head shouted. It was better and more and everything. My dreams, my fantasies were pale replicas of a reality so fierce I’d never go back to the way things were before I’d been inside of her.
I was where I was meant to be. Joined with Cassidy. I held there, fully sheathed, memorizing the feel of her. Feeling the rightness of it all.
And when I started to move, when she joined me, it was like we’d been doing this dance since forever.
Her breasts were flattened against my chest. I dug my toes into the hardwood beneath us, driving myself into her slowly, surely.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, taking everything I could give her. Her hips met me thrust for thrust. I relished the feel of her nails carving crescents into my shoulders. She buried her face in my neck.
We’d been meant for each other. And I had a lot of lost time to make up for.
I drove into her, each thrust harder, faster until we were sweating and gasping for breath. My orgasm hovered at the base of my spine, and I tried to wish it away. I wasn’t ready to stop, to finish. I wanted this time to last forever.
“Bowie,” she gasped against my neck. “Bowie, you’re making me—ah!”
I felt her close around me. Felt her slick walls tremble over my own flesh. Better than the fantasy. Better than I ever imagined. So much more.
My release rocketed up from my balls through my shaft, and I pinned her to the floor as I poured the first jet of come into her. We came together. I emptied myself into her like I was sacrificing my soul. She took it all, sobbing those words over and over again in my ear, as her body throbbed around me.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Cassidy Ann Tucker was mine now. Forever.
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