Page 69 of Shattered Veil

“Yes.”

I rapidly replied, “Yeah, wouldn’t have let you go down on me yesterday if I wasn’t—you?”

“Yes—” Her response was cut off with a sharp inhale as I undulated my fingers once more, her head falling back against me as she moaned a loud, long, low, “Jaaamesss.”

“Fuck,” I groaned quietly into her hair. “Look at me.” She rolled her head, our eyes locked, and I crashed my lips to hers before saying, “I fucking love how you sound right now, but your friend is on the couch, and you’re echoing.”

In an exhale, she said, “I don’t care.”

“I do,” I told her. “Even if it’s just your friend, those noises are mine to hear.” I continued pumping my fingers in and out, and she nodded quickly, her mewls obediently turning quieter. I whispered approvingly, “Mine to hear. That’s my girl.”

“Your girl,” she repeated my words. “Yes.”

Goddamn.

I had been considering leading her back to the bedroom because it felt appropriate. Because I wanted her between the sheets. Because a stereotypically accepted area for metaphorically melding your soul to another’s was a mattress. With her reiteration of my possessiveness having gone off like a flashbang, the idea of conventionally bedding her was swept away, and I was left blind to it all, for I wanted her here.

Right here in the humid air that was swirling amongst our palpable connection.

I removed my fingers from her gently as I murmured:

“In here? Like this?”

Her back arched, her ass rubbing against me in a way that made me suck in a breath through my teeth.

“Yes.”

Cassie’s response came out as a plea as she shifted ever-so-slightly to bend at her hips, arms outstretched to the tile at her front to steady herself. The shower rained down between us, over my chest in hot streams and falling to her backside. I followed the droplets’ path, gliding one hand over her spine and the other down to my cock to position myself against her, and just barely pushed inside.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned at the feel of her—wet, hot, and tight—and leaned forward to wrap around her once more.

Reaching to where we met between her legs with one hand, I gripped her jaw with the other to angle her lips to mine, drank her in, and we both let out a quiet, “Yes,” as I slowly buried myself. Her pitch went high as I moved, whimpering a combination of my name and words that I couldn’t comprehend. The water was at my scalp, soaking my hair and dripping down my face—onto hers—caressing the front of her body.

“I…I…” Cassie stammered with each breath, and I cajoled:

“Talk to me.”

“Feels so good,” she whispered. “I won’t last.”

I squeezed my grasp on her jaw, quickening my pace, and spoke against her mouth, “I’m right there with you.” The splashing of the water that had found itself between our bodies was rhythmic, occurring in time with each thrust, gaining in speed and volume. “Shit.”

My voice turned hoarse as the pleasure coiled within me, and Cassie hungrily kissed me with an open mouth. She took one of her hands from the wall and tangled it in my hair, fisting it tightly, and I moaned on her tongue.

“Like that,” she softly cried as my pace became frantic. “Baby…fuck.”

Baby.

Baby.

The endearment repeated over in my mind, snatching my soul and leaving me breathless.

“Call me that again,” I begged.

Her legs grew unsteady, wobbling beneath her. “You’re going to—shit—baby, you’re going to make me come.”

Ready to snap, I pounded into her, biting at her neck, holding her close by her hair just as she had me, and I groaned into her ear, “Come for me.” She silenced her scream by sinking her teeth into me in turn—on my left, just below my facial hair—and I felt her pulsing squeezes on my cock when her knees went weak. I kept her upright with the hold I had between her legs, and as I raced toward my own release, I praised, “That’s my fucking girl.”

Her returning, “Yes,” was slurred and weak, but it shot through me nonetheless, and I was gone.

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