Page 29 of Rock My Girl

"Your album," I laughed.

Those deep eyes locked on mine. "Cassie, just because the songs were mostly written by the time you came on board doesn't mean they were done right. You made everything come together. I know my name is going to be on it, but I'm going to tell every single person who will listen that you are the one who added the magic."

That was so sweet I didn't even know what to say. So I kissed him softly, telling him without words that he meant the world to me.

Ford moved slowly as he lifted the back of my shirt to run his palm all the way up to my shoulders. My lips parted wider, and he took full advantage as his tongue swept in to taste mine.

I shivered at the sound of his breath speeding up, the warmth between us catching fire and becoming a pure, primal heat.

He finally broke off our kiss to nuzzle the shell of my ear, as he whispered, "May I close your living room curtains before I tear your clothes off right here, or would you prefer to adjourn to the bedroom? "

I laughed, then stood up and took his hand, pulling him into the next room. Ford turned me to face him, running both hands along my back, gliding up and down my spine, then bringing them down to rest just along the top of my ass.

For a moment he simply stared at me. It was like the lull just before the chorus crashed in, and everything became frantic.

"Your eyes are magical," he murmured. "I might need to study them for years and years."

He unfastened my jeans, slipping them off together with my panties before he lifted me off my feet and set me in the center of the mattress.

I drank in the sight of him as he yanked off his t-shirt, allowing me to stare at those broad, sculpted shoulders and sexy Adonis lines.

He slowly pushed my shirt up my stomach, kissing along slowly as he revealed my bra. Then he reached under to unfasten it, ripping it and my shirt off, leaving my hair a tangled mess as I fell back on the pillow.

His hard body pressed against mine as he kissed me deeply, his fingers gently caressing my breasts as he groaned. "I've never needed anyone like I need you, Cassie," he murmured. "You're so much more than a muse."

I wanted to explain how much that meant to me, but he had already begun kissing his way down my body, spreading my thighs, and I had lost the power of speech.

"I love the way you smell," he growled against my skin, kissing and licking up my wetness. "And you taste even better."

There was no embarrassment. No shame. Just pure sensation as my fingers gripped his hair, while his tongue parted my pussy lips, delving inside.

Every gasp, every moan was full of pure emotion. I loved the way he teased me so perfectly, finding every single sensitive spot.

Ford began to interchange his fingers and tongue, switching back and forth until the orgasm washed through me. It felt like my entire body flushed with heat as I quivered, crying out as he focussed on bringing me as much pure bliss as possible.

I could feel his love in every single caress. It was like being reborn as a new person. Someone who was never going to be alone again. Someone with a partner I could trust. Who would always encourage me.

I realized that Ford wasn't pushing me, he was encouraging. If I wasn't ready, all I had to do was speak up. Knowing that made all the difference.

It was freeing. Now I could find the strength to make a secret dream come true.

As Ford settled over me, the thick, round head of his cock brushing through my pussy lips, I felt so close to him that I felt completely safe.

Safe enough to nudge a dream into reality.

As I began to feel the pressure of his length starting to slowly slip inside me, I locked eyes with Ford and smiled. "I really want to sing on your album."

A deep shudder ran through him as his cock twitched and pressed halfway inside me.

I could feel how excited that made him. "I don't know about the tour yet," I said quickly. "But the album – yes."

"I love you for being so brave, baby. A bunch of other reasons as well, that I'll tell you later."

His lips melted against mine as his hips worked slowly to thrust his thickness deep.

It felt even better this time, now that I knew what to expect and was less nervous. I was still a bit too tight for him, but he was so gentle.

My gorgeous, talented rock star was more than just the love of my life. He was going to be an encouraging influence on me as I actually got to sing on a rock album.

It was beyond the cherry on top of an incredible relationship. It was a sign that we had been destined to be from the beginning.

I could tell that from now until the end of time, Ford was going to rock my world.

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