Page 82 of Cash

“Yeah…I should’ve warned you, but no one is ever truly prepared for her.”

“I like her.”

“Me too.”

After the rehearsal and the dinner, Cash was pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable the night had been. He had been able to hang back and just watch his beautiful girlfriend. He had remarkably pleasant interactions with her father and a few other relatives, but mostly he just enjoyed his time with Evie. Although the fact that her mother had seemed to have finally laid off did help.

They got in the room, and he was looking forward to taking that dress off her.

"I'm just going to freshen up," Evie said as she slipped into the bathroom.

"Of course. I'm going to check in with River," he said, getting his phone out of his pocket.

Cash - The house still standing?

River - Yes dad. Mateo and Mallory are over, we're just jamming about to order a pizza

Cash - sounds good.

He set his phone down and sighed. The thought of asking Conner to check on him did cross his mind, but he decided to trust him.

The bathroom door opened, and Evie stepped out. His mouth instantly dropped to the floor while his heart swooned. He had always heard about swooning and heart flutters, but he never thought it was true. And even if it was true, it wasn’t something he thought he would ever experience.

He tried to tell her how amazing she looked, but the words just didn't form. He just stood there sputtering and turned on by her beauty. She had taken off her dress and was fresh faced with her hair brushed soft over her shoulders. She had put on a lacy navy baby doll number with some matching panties and his brain short circuited. She was truly the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on in his life.

"Ya doing okay over there, big guy?" she asked with a grin.

She knew what she was doing to him.

"Evie," he managed to growl out, his words finally finding him. "You’re beautiful." He hoped she understood just how much he meant it. He hoped she knew that any other time he had uttered those words to anyone else it didn't hold a candle to the way she looked. He had never seen true beauty before this moment. He had never been more sure of anything in his life.

He walked over and put his hands on her hips, just needing to feel her. His arms were still straight out while his gaze roamed. He wanted to devour her, and he would, but first he was going to cherish her.

Their eyes connected as he licked his lips which suddenly seemed very dry. Magic seemed to hang in the air heavily as they held each other's gaze. The buzz he felt before a big game was all he could feel now, but there was an undercurrent of gentleness to it the ice didn't have. This woman was his match in every way, she was the yin to his yang, the beauty to his beast, the heart to his soul. They were a match and they always had been.

His lips came crashing down on hers as he pulled her in close to his body. He needed to feel all of her. He wanted all her lush curves and softness pressing into his hard strong muscles. She met his kiss with the same passion. He broke it just long enough to sweep her into his arms and carry her on the bed.

He laid her down like she was something precious, because to him she was, and he intended to prove that to her tonight. He crawled on the bed next to her until they were stretched out next to each other. She was on her back, and he was propped on his side still looking at her. He tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and bent his head and kissed her. It was a slow kiss. They were drinking each other in, relishing each other and the desire they were getting lost in.

Whatever it was that was happening between them this time felt different. It felt like the second time in the hotel room the night they had first gotten together all over again. His hands roamed her body as their mouths stayed connected in the most powerful kiss he had ever experienced before. Her hands slid into his hair and grabbed a fist of it. The pressure he felt at the base of the slight tug egged him on further, he broke the kiss and started to mouth down her neck.

She moaned as he kissed her neck and palmed her breast before rubbing the nipple between his finger and thumb causing her to arch and draw in a breath. His mouth kept kissing lower until he was licking that nipple and the lace covering it. There was something so raw and needy about licking her nipple through the now dampened lace of this glorious lingerie. His hands continued south and kissed her belly. She was so soft everywhere and he loved it. He could get lost in her softness and her scent of roses. She was decadence in every way.

He continued to kiss lower, and her breath picked up as he kissed over the mound of her belly, thinking he was going to veer in and get things started, but he wasn't done worshiping this goddess before him.

He continued kissing down her soft, dimpled thighs to her toned calves until he was holding her perfect foot in his hand. The redness of where her shoes had been rubbing her toe reminded him just how real this moment was. It would be easy to get lost in the dream of it all, but it was real. She was real. And what was taking place between them was real. This cosmic shift between them was real. He kissed that red mark and smiled at the pink polish on her toes that matched her fingernails. She was perfection in every sense of the word.

He was ready. Ready to sweep her away in the pleasure he knew he could give. He kissed his way back up her leg, but this time stopped between the juncture of her thighs. He pressed a kiss to the seam of her sex over her lacy underwear as she moaned and arched. He pulled at the waistband, and she shifted her weight, allowing him to slip them down and discarded them on the floor.

Then he was there kneeling between her legs as he knees fell open, revealing her swollen pink pussy to him. He slid a finger through her folds, and she arched again and moaned. She was already so wet. He pushed that finger inside of her as he bent down and let the tip of his tongue flit lightly over her clit.

"Cash," she moaned as her hand again fisted in his hair.

"Do you like that?" he asked looking up at her with a doting smile. He already knew she fucking loved it, but he liked hearing her say it.

"Yes," she moaned and writhed and that was it. He needed her to come. Now.

He slipped in another finger and started to lap at her clit with a little more pressure and speed. He'd eaten this beautiful pussy enough to know how she liked it. Her hand in his hair held a bit tighter and her breath had turned into quick pants. She was close. He continued to work her with his fingers but this time he sucked that little bundle of nerves into her mouth and that was it. Her legs hugged his head as her sex clenched around his fingers and she moaned. "Oh fuck, Cash."

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