Page 30 of Blue Lines and Lullabies

It's almost unnoticeable, but Cassie's arms tighten slightly around my waist when she hears me refer to her as mine.

I groan as my phone alarm goes off, then roll over and throw my arm over Cassie's form, yanking her against me. Burying my face in her hair, I inhale her floral scent, and a wave of peace settles over me as a few errant rays of sunshine scatter around the room. Cassie stretches, pushing her ass against my morning wood, and I stifle a groan as I move my head to suck on the side of her neck.

"Your daughter is right there," she whispers, but one hand slides behind her to hold my head in place. I dot kisses along her shoulder.

"Want to join me in the shower?" I respond, my voice husky and gritty with sleep. I feel her nod, and I smile against her skin. I set my alarm thirty minutes early this morning, intending on making Cassie breakfast before heading to a workout with Jax, but taking a shower with my girl seems like a much better option.

We both tiptoe to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, we take turns using the commode while the water warms up. Once I'm done, I find Cassie brushing her teeth, and she thrusts a toothbrush into my hand. "I don't do morning breath. Well, I mean, I did that one time you kissed me before practice, but if there's going to be kissing, please brush your teeth first."

I chuckle. "Noted."

As I finish with my teeth, I lose focus because my eyes find Cassie in the mirror, slowly removing her clothes. She gives me a flirtatious smile as she realizes I've stilled, the toothbrush hanging from my mouth.

"Gabe," she says quietly. "You're dribbling."

I immediately take a deep breath, inhaling some toothpaste, then gag and spit a mouthful everywhere. Coughing, I clean up the mess I've made before turning to find Cassie, with a hand covering her mouth, doubled over in laughter. I pick her up and carry her into the shower. She shrieks as we go right under the cascading water, and it's then that I realize neither one of us is naked.

"Gabe," she hisses.

"Sorry, not sorry, Firecracker," I tell her, yanking her tank top off before bending down to take her lips in a searing kiss. Cassie moans into my mouth as her arms wrap around my neck, and she jumps up to coil her legs around my waist. I push her back against the wall tile, and feel her stiffen against me. Fuck. I bet that's cold. "Shit. That Iamsorry about."

"I'll accept your apology on one condition," she tells me cheekily.

"Oh yeah? What?"

Cassie gives me a wicked grin. "Make me come."

"That I can do, baby. How do you want it?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you want to come? Do you want my fingers in your wet cunt? Or do you want my tongue? Maybe you want me to take this glorious ass?" Cassie's breathing picks up with each dirty suggestion.

“Would you think less of me if I said yes to all?" she asks breathlessly, and my eyes widen at her question. I was only teasing about the last one. I didn't think she'd be game for it.

"Seriously?" I ask.

Cassie nods. "Definitely the first two. But that last one …" she trails off, biting her lip for a moment before finishing, "I think I'd like to try that. Maybe. Not today, but we could work up to it?"

"I'm up for whatever you want to do, Firecracker. You're running this show."

"Oh, really?" she teases as she reaches between our bodies and grabs my dick tightly in her palm. I hiss, resting my forehead against hers. The wet fabric of my boxer briefs provides a friction that feels phenomenal.

"You keep doing that, and you won't get any of my suggestions," I mutter as her fingers deftly slide up and down my shaft, squeezing at just the right pressure to send bursts of pleasure across my body. When Cassie squeezes the base almost perfectly, I grab her hand. "Woah. I'd prefer to not embarrass myself right now, baby."

Cassie lets out a squawk of shock as I kneel with her legs still wrapped around my waist. Surprising her even further, I grab the backs of her thighs and hoist her entire body up so her core is at my mouth. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I slide her thong to the side, and then I get down to business.

There's something incredibly erotic about feasting on someone and watching their reaction the entire time. I can't always hear Cassie's moans and sighs, but I can feel them. My body is so in tune with hers that even with the cascading water sound reverberating around the shower, I sense when she's getting closer. Sliding two fingers inside her, I find her G-spot and tap, tap, tap. Cassie's legs tighten to the point of cutting off circulation in my neck as her body bows off the wall, and she comes on a silent scream. I might die right now, but damn. What a way to go.

When Cassie grabs hold of my hair as she comes down from her orgasm, I'm unprepared for the shift in gravity, sending me to the floor. Cassie topples onto me, laughing breathlessly at the predicament we've found ourselves in. It just so happens she landed straddling me, my cock ready and at the perfect mark. All it takes is one slight shift, moving my underwear to the side, and I'm sliding into her. I begin a punishing pace, rutting into her with borderline hysteria, almost out of control with my need for her.

"Gabe," she whimpers, and I grab her head to bring it down to mine. Eyes open, I can't break my gaze.

"I know, Cass," I grunt as she moves her hands to my face, latching onto my hair. I can feel her walls clamping down on me, and when her eyes roll back, she lets out a loud, guttural moan, and it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard. It breaks down the last wall of my heart somehow. I come hard, probably the hardest I've ever come. Cassie collapses against me, her pants hot against my neck as she trembles in my embrace.

"We didn't use a condom," she whispers breathlessly.

"Oh, shit," I swear. "Fuck, Firecracker. I didn't do that on purpose."

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