Page 79 of Cash

I follow instruction well and am rewarded for it when his free hand dips into the water, finding the crease at the top of my thigh. His thumb strokes back and forth ramping up my heartbeat. He’s barely touching me, and yet the promise of so much more is there. My body’s responding to the knowledge that it’s going to get what it’s been craving. Cash.

My thighs twitch when Cash teases me with light stroking from knee to thigh, inching closer to where I need him each time. I wait impatiently for the touch that I know is coming. My body jerks and my fingers punish my nipples when I feel him at my opening. Sliding the tip of his finger in and out, he’s barely entering me. Involuntarily, I try to bear down further on his finger, but he doesn’t allow me to rush this. After a moment of this torture, I groan in frustration. Cash chuckles but continues at his own pace.

“Cash, please,” I beg.

“Please what?”

“More. I need more,” I moan.

Cash slides his finger upward, through my folds. Using just the tip again, he circles my clit softly without touching it. My breathing has picked up its pace. The anticipation of what’s coming is nearly killing me. Out of nowhere, Cash’s hand disappears, and he stands up. I watch avidly as he strips his clothes off. Standing over me, Cash grasps his cock and strokes it several times. I see a drop of moisture at his tip, and I lick my bottom lip.

“You’re killing me, Kitten. You’ll get your chance,” Cash rumbles as he reaches for a condom on the vanity.

After donning the condom, Cash kneels again and picks up the stimulator. Playing with it, he finds the speed button. The buzzing sound increases, and I feel my opening clench in anticipation.

“Hold your knees open and close your eyes.”

I do, and Cash lays my toy over my clit. The vibrations are strong and hit me hard. I tighten my abs in response and then again when a thick finger slides deep into my body. Moving the toy in a circular motion at the same time as his finger pumps brings me to the edge quickly. Cash senses when I’m close and backs off the intensity and speed for a moment before bringing me to the edge again. He continues this pattern for several moments before jacking up the speed and holding it tight to my clit. His finger is joined by another and he pumps them deep. My body responds exactly as he wants, and I come hard. Before my orgasm has even finished, he’s eased off and is back to teasing me again.

After two more orgasms, Cash brings me to the edge again. I’m begging for his cock, but he’s insisting on another orgasm. My body complies with his demand and starts to convulse in pleasure. During this, I feel Cash’s hands go around my waist, and I’m lifted out of the tub in one move. He turns us and then sits flat on the floor, his back to the tub. He balances me on his thighs, reaches between us and pulls me down on his cock. I slide to the hilt and am completely filled.

Hands on my waist, Cash starts moving my body on his. I was mid-orgasm when he picked me up and now having his cock, I explode. I throw my arms around his neck and slam myself down on his length. I’m mindless in my need and take all he’s willing to share.

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” I chant before finding his mouth with mine.

When my orgasm starts to ease, Cash lifts me off and sets me on my knees next to him. Jackknifing up to his feet, he again lifts me. He carries me to his bed and places me on my hands and knees on the edge of it. A second later, he’s back inside of me and pumping hard. Hand on my hipbone to hold me steady, his other hand grabs my ponytail. He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head upright. Intentional or not, his dresser mirror’s directly in front of us. In fascination, I watch Cash fuck me.

It’s hot as hell, and I can’t pull my eyes from him. The muscles flexing in movement, the intense look on his face. Square jaw clenched, brows furrowed slightly. He’s beautiful in every way, and I’m grateful for the mirror’s placement. My eyes shift to myself.

My relatively small breasts look larger as they sway with our movements. The look on my face is startling to me. Eyes relaxed and yet heated. Mouth swollen from our kisses and parted ever so slightly. Lips and cheeks flushed. The swell of my ass in contrast to Cash’s hand on my hip. I like the look that Cash has given my face and how his body compliments mine.

“Come in me, baby,” I urge and watch as his eyes meet mine in the mirror as I push against his thrusts.

A moment later, Cash tosses his head back and slams deep. Grinding against me, Cash comes hard, and I get to watch it happen. His breathing’s labored, and I can see his skin is slick. Cash’s head lowers, and our eyes meet again.

When my arms start shaking, Cash gently pushes my front down to the bed but doesn’t pull out. Staying inside me, he strokes my back and sides with both hands. After the intensity of what we just shared, I think we both need a minute to settle.

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“You should have woken me,” Cash says from the doorway.

“I was awake when I heard him. No sense in waking you up too,” I answer while patting Liam’s back gently.

“You’re good with him,” Cash compliments.

“I think Liam’s made me realize I do want kids. I was never sure before. I didn’t put much thought into it because everything was about my education and job. Now that I have those things, having babies is something I’ve thought more about. Liam’s not as scary as I thought an infant would be,” I answer with a quiet laugh.

“Is having your own child the way you’d want it to be? Or is adopting or fostering a possibility?” Cash questions with a serious expression.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I’m not one of those women that’s afraid of being pregnant but also not one that craves it. I think I just want children, any way they come about.”

Cash stares hard at me for a moment before crossing the room to my side. He drops a kiss on my temple before taking Liam and putting him back in his crib. I grin when I hear Snots give a low growl, but he stays on his blanket under the crib. After Liam’s laid down, Cash bends and gives Snots a head rub. I get the feeling that Cash likes Snots being protective of his son.

“Let’s go back to bed. Want to hold you,” Cash murmurs as we exit the room.

After we’re settled back into bed, me cuddled up to Cash, he speaks.

“What are your plans tomorrow?”

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