Page 89 of Shattered Veil

I kissed her neck; she kissed mine. I bit, sucked, and licked; so did she. I moaned quietly in her ear; her soft noises brought me to insanity. She led me to unabashed hedonism—and though it truly was so much more than seeking pleasure with Cassie, it didn’t matter that we weren’t whispering sweet nothings to each other to profess our adoration in this exact moment. We could see it. Feel it around us without having to utter the words, and I think it was because of that that we were able to progress rapidly into the comfort of absolute filth.

She wrapped a leg around my backside, squeezed her hand that had wound its way into my hair, and we gyrated in time together.

“I can feel your cock through your jeans,” she nearly purred.

I dragged my tongue over her pulse point. “See what you do to me?”

“Mmm.”

Her touch left me only to pull her top off, returning to yank mine overhead, and I assisted her with greedy hands. The bralette she wore was baby blue, the lace sheer to the point that I could make out the outline of her areolas, and the sight alone made me let out a quiet:

“Jesus, Cas.”

The material scratched at my fingertips, her breast filling my palm as I kneaded her through the fabric.

She exhaled, “Ah,” and I swallowed the noise by crashing my mouth to hers.

I tugged the thin straps down her arms, letting them hang loose by her biceps, and I broke our kiss to shift my lips back to her neck. Her shoulder. Down her chest that had begun to heave and over the lace. I nudged it with my nose to reach her nipple, taking it into my mouth. She let out a whimpering, “Jay,” as I ran my tongue where I so pleased, and my vocal cords rumbled as I eagerly shifted to repeat the actions on the right side of her. Her fingers had tangled in my hair once more, but I felt one of them leave me—tracing its way down my abdomen to reach the waistband of my jeans.

With much self-control—self-control that I didn’t think I had when it came to Cassie—I shifted my hips away.

“Mmm-mm,” I hummed in disapproval against her chest, “my turn.”

She let out a pleased sigh, bringing her hand back to my scalp, and she yanked my face to hers to kiss me with purpose. Our tongues touched twice, our hips ground together once more, and she pulled away from me to breathe:

“Take me to bed?”

I wanted to. Shit, I wanted to. I wanted to abandon the menial task of preparing our early dinner, throw her flat on her back, and get lost in her until we were forced to take pause for food or water. And I would. My thoughts had flashed back to our previous intimate acts, though—her nearly collapsing on me in front of her fireplace and the way her thighs shook in her shower—and there was a different desire that was ripe in my mind.

“Not yet. I want you standing.” Before she could so much as respond, I told her, “I have a feeling that your legs always go weak when you come.”

A devilish smile came to her lips, her tone even huskier than normal as she replied, “Only when it’s good.”

“Good,” I rasped, reaching for her leg that had wound its way around my right hip and ushering it to the floor. I grabbed her face—roughly, just on the edge of her jawline—and ensured that her eyes were on me. Her gaze was hooded with lust as I whispered, “I’m gonna eat you until your fucking knees buckle.”

Her head fell back to the shelves, and she moaned a delighted, “Shit, Jay.”

I planted a kiss on the center of her throat and felt her inhale on my lips.

“Shhh,” I shushed her between peppered kisses as I worked my way down the center of her body. “The walls are thin in this place, Darlin’.”

I sank to my knees, holding her waist in both of my hands, and the silver jewelry in her navel came into my line of sight. I dragged my tongue across it, the balls’ cold, erotic sensory on my tastebuds, and the metal clacked against my teeth in a way that made my eyes briefly roll to the back of my head.

Though her skin jumped beneath my touch, Cassie quieted herself, her ahs and mmms turning to sensual murmurs that pleasantly tickled my eardrums.

I smiled as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her black leggings, my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans at the reminder that she was sexually obedient. Our eyes locked as I tugged at the fabric, her gaze remained slow-blinking while she leaned on my shoulders, and I disrobed her from the waist down. I sat on my heels, Cassie’s breath shaking as I made my way to the space between her thighs, and I licked along the crevasse that led me from her leg to her hip. Her back arched, her hands that always found their way into my hair squeezing at the roots; her head rested back against the shelving again as she panted to the ceiling, and I gently placed my mouth over her clit.

I won’t distort reality and say that she was like the essence of honey or the scent of a rare flower. There was a slight salty twang from sweat in the crease of her thighs, and she tasted how a woman should taste. She tasted like pussy. Really fucking good pussy. I made no attempt to stifle my moans, but thankfully, I was so buried in her that my noises were muffled. I dug my fingers into the sides of her pelvis, matching the rhythm of her rocking with insistent squeezes, and encouraged her to ride my face to her heart’s content.

Her movement against me had begun slow—all soft flexes of her hips, smooth brushes of her pussy on my tongue, and little calls of my name and the occasional baby between gasps of air. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts increase in speed as she quickened her motions to a more furious pace, and she looked down to view me—jaw slack and brow furrowed. Her shoulders hunched. The muscles in her abdomen flexed. I hummed against her, and when her legs began to vibrate, I wrapped my arms around her ass and thighs.

Cassie whispered a strained, “Fuck.” I breathed her in, though I was nearly suffocating, and she mewled, “Yes.” Her pleading affirmative was a hoarse chant with every exhale, turning louder as she approached her release, and she inevitably brought one of her own hands to her mouth to quiet herself.

Cries of ecstasy were subdued by her palm. Her torso curled over me. The gentle shaking of her thighs turned near violent, I tightened my grip to support her weight, and her knees gave out. I felt her repetitive spasms on my mouth as she rode through her orgasm, and when her body finally went entirely weak, she murmured:

“Let me down.”

I kissed between her thighs softly as I loosened my hold around her. She sank to my lap, and her sated eyes met mine for only a second before her mouth was on me. Arms thrown around my neck, her skin burned into my naked chest, and I returned her kiss with enthusiasm—embracing her with a squeeze around her back and shoulders. Cassie snaked a hand between us, reaching to palm my cock through my jeans, and I cursed on an exhale:

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