Page 9 of Prospecting

“It does to me,” he said. “Tell me the rest.”

“You look at me,” she said. “You look at me, say my name and I feel such an ache. I feel like someone cut us apart and if we aren’t joined, I won’t be able to take my next breath.”

“I feel the same way,” he said. He reached for her but she backed up.

“You promised,” she said. “You make me feel cherished. This is not what I expected when I took this job. I thought I’d end up with some old balding guy. I end up with … this.” She brushed her hands over his shoulders, caressed his strong arms, bulging muscles. She ran her hands down his chest, teased his nipples. She copied his move, cupped his face and kissed him. Slowly, sweetly, she traced his lips with her tongue, pressed her lips to his, tasted him.

“Sheridan,” he murmured as she dropped light sweet kisses on his face, his eyes, his chin. Moving down, she marked him, sucked in his neck by his ear and gave him a love bite. He moaned while she sucked. “Sheridan.”

“That’s how you make me feel,” she said. Her hands wandered down, found him, wrapped around him while her mouth tasted and sucked on his chest. Her breath came in shudders as her body wanted him, wanted what she held in her hands. Her mind, her soul wanted him to surrender to her, needed him to accept what she offered.

“I know how often you erupt,” she said with a smile. “If I put my mouth here, are you going to?”

“No,” he said seeing she didn’t want him to. “I’ll warn you.”

“I’ve only done this a couple times. He held me down,” she said.

“Did he hurt you,” Cade said felt an anger rise in him. “You do not have to do this.”

“He did but it was necessary,” Sheridan said.

“For your sister,” Cade asked.

“I didn’t like it with him. I want to like it with you,” she whispered.

He kissed her. “You do what you want,” he said. “I’ll never hold you down or force you.”

She kissed him slowly, rubbed his hard length, sighed. Rubbing her thumb over the tip, she looked at the thickness of him and wondered if he would fit in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the tip.

“Hmmmm,” Cade said watching her. He intended to pull her off him if he thought she was uncomfortable.

She took him in, licked as far down as she could, sucked on his rod, tensed for a moment waiting for him to push her further down.

He said, “Sheridan. You’re amazing.”

She came back up, swirled the tip with her tongue. She slid down a little further and further. Up again. His hand came down, pushed her hair back from her face. “Gorgeous,” he said. She went down again, kept going up and down, up and down. She felt him tense, heard the deep thrum of his moans.

Sliding her hands to his balls, she squeezed, rubbed, heard his groan, knew it meant he was greatly aroused. Her hands worked from the base up to where her mouth was and back down. He growled, moved his hands to his side, clenched them. She paused, waited until she was sure he wouldn’t hold her down. Shifting her body, she pressed his cock between her breasts, her mouth enveloped him as her breasts encased him.

“Aaaarrrrrggg,” his strangled cry warned her. “Sheridan.”

She pulled up, looked at him, and went right back down. She pulled up again. He gripped her arms, held her still as he jetted his fluid all over her breasts. Her eyes wide, she waited for him to be angry.

“Sweet Sheridan,” he said pulling her to him. “That was … wow. That was incredible.” His mouth covered hers, her body smeared with his semen pressed against his, smearing him with his own semen. “Your breasts, your mouth,” he murmured as he kissed her. “So amazing.”

“You’re not mad,” she murmured surprised.

“One of my more forceful climaxes,” he said.

She stared at him, her chin quivered, and she flung her arms around his neck. Her body shook, he felt her hot tears mingling with the shower. He pulled her onto his lap. Kissing her forehead, the top of her head, he rocked and murmured to her.

As she settled, she didn’t look at him. He let her withdraw. He let her find her balance as he washed her body gently, quietly. He wiped away all the fluids, the smell, the week of ecstasy.

Taking the towel from him, she dried off, turned her back on him. He left her to finish calming down, understanding she needed time. Stripping the bed, he waited for her. He thought he’d get her robe or clothes. Looking in the cupboard she used, he saw the bag of toys which did nothing for him and the few items of clothing. Shaking his head, he pulled out his robe, dragged on sweats and walked back to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet combing her hair when he came in. “I thought you might want something warm,” he said handing her his robe.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I’m making food,” he said.

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