Page 21 of The Monsters Within
But they did.
“These do not make you weak.”
But I was. I was weak. Tears filled my eyes and spilled over at his words. I wanted to believe them, but I wouldn’t let myself.
He kissed my mound before sliding his tongue over me. “You are so fucking perfect, Rosie,” he said, as if he could read my thoughts.
I let the tears fall.
“So goddamn beautiful.”
He kissed me again.
“So damn sexy.” He speared my entrance with his tongue, and I arched against his mouth. “So fucking sweet.” And then his words disappeared, and all that was left was to feel.
He took his time between my legs, worshiping me the way he told me he would. Loving me the way I longed for. The way no one else could.
“Come for me, Rosie. Let go of everything and feel. Feel it all.” He lapped at my clit, sucking it between his lips before letting go and fucking me with his tongue.
My breaths became pants as he raised me higher and higher toward the peak before pushing me over. My body stiffened andmy hands pulled at his hair, but he didn’t stop. He continued through my climax until I melted into the mattress, spent.
As I lay there trying to control my breathing, Cash lapped at me, tasting my release. Licking away every drop, before finally crawling up my body and colliding his lips with mine. I could taste myself on his lips and when I moaned, his dick twitched against my leg.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth, wanting more of my flavor mixed with his. He didn’t let up; he didn’t pull back. He lifted his hips and pressed himself into me, never letting me go.
He took advantage of my sharp gasp at his intrusion to deepen the kiss. Forcing his tongue against me, pulling it back then pushing it in the way his cock entered my pussy.
He was relentless in his ministrations. Never giving me a moment to think or protest. Not that I wanted to. But where, before, I wanted him to go faster while he explored my body, inspecting every flaw, now I wanted him to slow down. I wanted to feel every stroke in slow motion.
I never wanted it to end. Never wanted his body to leave mine.
“Stay with me, Cash. Keep me,” I whispered without thought.
He didn’t miss a thrust when he replied, “Forever, baby.”
We came together. Neither of us shouted out our release. It was more of a slow overflow than a quick explosion. Like a wave traveling miles before crashing against the shore. Only to be pulled back to build again, over and over.
Cash pulled out of me, rolling over on his back, only to pull me against him. His hand grabbed my thigh, and I stiffened.
“I know it’ll take time, baby. But you’ll get used to my hands on you.” He pulled my leg over his and pushed my head to his chest.
It wasn’t simply his hands on me that made me jolt. It was his hands on my legs. My thighs more specifically. Every time hetouched me it was a reminder of what was there. Of what I had done. And why I had done it.
“Cash?”
“What, baby?”
“Where’s my knife?”
His body turned to stone beneath mine, and the hand that rubbed circles on my back paused and flattened against me.
I leaned up and looked at him. “Please tell me you didn’t throw it out.”
“I didn’t.” He pushed my head back to his chest and continued rubbing my back.
“I need that knife, Cash.”
“No.”
