Page 85 of Tripped By Love
Cassidy
MAKE IT RAIN
“You lovin’ on me,
Me lovin’ on you.”
Performed by Thompson Square
Written by Green / Thompson / Weisband / Weisband
We’d somehow shifted while sleeping. WhenI’d closed my eyes, I’d had my back to his chest, and our arms and legs had been wrapped together in knots. Now, I was facing him with my nose buried into his chest, drinking in the smells of him, but I was still locked to him by arms clamped tight, as if he was afraid I’d disappear.
Making love to Marco had quieted my brain in a way that nothing ever had in my life. My mind that was normally full of noise and a constant buzz of things to do was almost silent. Here, there was nothing but the desire to stay tucked up against him. To be lost in the sea of Marco.
My body was sore in such a delightful way. Marco had kissed and touched every single piece of me. Toes and ankles, calves and knees, hips and waist, elbows and shoulders. It was as if he’d been memorizing me with careful attention to every detail. As if doing so was the most important thing he’d ever done.
It brought tears to my eyes. To feel so…adored.
I’d been with two men in my life before this. My first was a college guy who’d been more friend than boyfriend, and whom I’d convinced that having sex was exactly what we needed to burn off our tension over finals. It had been awkward and barely satisfying for either of us.
Then, there had been Clayton. I may have made the first move, but he’d been the one to control our time together. I’d allowed him to command me because I’d thought that was what I needed—someone to just tell me what to do so my mind would stop trying to figure it out, so I wouldn’t hear the whispered voice of my subconscious trying to tell me I shouldn’t have been doing it at all. We’d had sex maybe a dozen times. Even though we’d both found pleasure, it hadn’t been…satisfying. There’d been something missing from those acts for me. As if I’d held back a piece of myself even when I’d given him my body.
My time with Marco had been fiercer and wilder than what I’d experienced with Clayton, but it had also left me feeling complete. Whole. As if all my cracks that had ached to be found and healed had been. As if I’d been gone on a very long journey and finally come home.
Lips found the top of my head, kissing me gently. “You’re thinking,” he said, voice deep and guttural from both sleep and desire. He’d already sprung to life between us, pushing into my stomach. It made me smile.
I looked up into dark eyes framed in such luscious lashes it was hard to believe they were real. “How did you know?” I asked.
He gave a half-smile. “I could feel it.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. “Are you some Jedi warrior now?”
That brought a wider grin to his face. Lazy and almost shy. “Not Jedi…maybe a Cassidy warrior. Not attuned to the Force but attuned to you.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of me, but he didn’t seem to care. I pushed against his chest, and he rolled onto his back with reluctance, his hand lingering on my waist as if he wasn’t ready to let me go. I straddled him, and his eyes widened, taking in my tousled hair that spun around my breasts and the nipples that were already straining for him again.
“Goddamn, Angel. You’re the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Language,” I teased. “What shall I do with you and that mouth?”
His smile disappeared in a storm of desire. “Teach me a lesson, Angel.”
I leaned forward, pushing his hands over his head and capturing his lips as the rest of my body slid against his. I whispered, “I’m not a punishment kind of person. I’m more a show-them-the-way-through-love kind of person.”
He growled into my neck, hands pulling away from where I’d held them to find purchase on my waist, leading my core to his. Tangling ourselves together. We lost ourselves in each other again, but he let me drive the pace and the rhythm this time, going where I led, giving as much as he took but always stopping just a hair away from taking control from me. It was my turn to learn every inch of him: the dimples at his sides from layers of muscles, the beauty marks trailing around his belly button like a crescent moon, the scar on his left shoulder, and the tattoo of the Fleet Marine Force on his bicep.
After we both had reached the peak again with soft cries and deep groans, we returned to earth and the bed as a tangle of bodies and limbs. Peace filled me once more. I wanted this with him. Over and over again. I didn’t know how my body would ever stop longing for it now that it had tasted it. A new obsession.
My stomach rumbled loudly, and Marco chuckled. “Shall we go to dinner?”
It was late. The red lights on the cheap bedside clock read ten o’clock. “I’m not sure anything is open, and in truth, I’m not ready to leave the room yet.”
He rose, used the bathroom, and then grabbed the plastic bags on his way back to the bed. He dumped out a sea of junk food onto the sheets, saying almost shyly, “It isn’t what you’re used to.”
I got up and crossed the room, my naked body on display but not really minding when it was Marco’s eyes that followed me. I grabbed the basket of pastries that Marsha had given us and brought it back to the bed.
“It’s okay to have a junk food bender once in a while,” I said with a smile. “After all, I definitely think our hearts got a good workout.”
