Page 180 of The Casualty of Us
“Okay.” Some of the tension clears from his face and he nods. “Okay, I’m good too. Football physicals test for that stuff.”
“Okay,” I whisper, seeing the moment it registers.
The flare of nerves in his eyes before he blinks and it’s gone, desire quickly taking its place as he drops his lips to mine, pulling at them slowly before reaching down to nudge my hand to the side. He quickly replaces it with his own and starts to playwith my clit again, ramping me right back up until I’m wiggling underneath him and gasping for more air from his mouth. Rolling my hips as both my hands go to his shoulders and feeling his length brush up against me before he breaks the kiss.
He immediately lifts, dropping one hand down to wrap around his cock with the other going to my hip as our eyes lock. Holding each other captive as he guides himself to my entrance, and the sensation of him there has me gripping his shoulders tighter. The head of his cock pushes in that first little bit, and I gasp as he drops back down, bringing his forehead to mine while breathing out, “I love you.” Instantly repeating the soft rasp with another push that has me holding my breath. “I love you.”
He kisses me deep suddenly, body strung tight against mine and holding perfectly still while letting me adjust past the burn that comes from that first inch or so of him. The hand on my hip eventually trails down to start rolling his fingers over my clit again, and I kiss him back just as desperately as he slides his tongue against mine. Playing with me so thoroughly in both areas that I’m fully distracted by the time he pushes in a little more and my hips start to move instinctually.
He breaks the kiss, lifting up just enough for his eyes to capture mine with one more soft, “I love you.”
Right before he slides home and my brain short circuits with a pressure that gives way to a sharp bite of pain before he’s filling me up, suddenly taking up all the space inside of me and stretching me wide. Leaving me gasping for air with my nails digging into his skin at that final completion between us. Pussy clenching around the foreign sensation as he butts up against something deep inside of me, and the burn has a cry escaping me.
“Fuck,” he groans, both hands going to my hips and holding there. “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. It won’t ever hurt like that again. I love you, I love you, I’m so sorry….”
The words fall from his lips continuously as he starts to brush them against mine, and my walls flutter around him as I come back to myself somewhat. I manage to slow my breathing down enough to notice the scent of cedar that’s all wrapped around me even after the shower. The hazel eyes flicking between mine and wrapping me in a cocoon of all the things about him that make me feel safe as I kiss him back with my own falling shut again. My body finally relaxes enough to start adjusting to how it seems like he’s stretching me wide open, the burn fading and curiosity taking its place that pushes me to move. I give a wiggle that has a surprised noise escaping me at the way my walls pull at him, and the sound immediately leaves me again when he repeats the move.
He thrusts shallowly while bringing a hand up to cup the side of my face, the pace almost lazy as his thumb makes soft passes on my jaw in time with them. The fingers of his other hand press into my hip as he finally pulls back a bit further before sliding home. Leaving me clenching his hips with my thighs and trying to wrap myself even more around him as my pussy seems to convulse. Gasping as he breaks the kiss to nip at my bottom lip before bringing his thumb up to it with a gravelly, “Mine.”
He drops his hand to the bed while pushing deep and a soft cry leaves me at the feeling of him. One that he instantly kisses away as he rolls his hips and my throat locks up at the way his cock drags against my walls. Everything about it is suddenly too much and not nearly enough at the same time, leaving me trapped somewhere between screaming and gasping for air as he starts to really move. He pulls out until I can only feel his tip at my entrance before thrusting back in. Dropping his lips down to my breast and sucking my nipple into his mouth while repeating the move a few times until my nails are digging into his skin for an entirely different reason.
Pleasure coils low inside of me as he starts to move faster, powering hard up into me and making a stream of continuous noises fall from my lips just like the words were from his. Any semblance of coherent thought leaves my brain a second later when he releases my nipple only to move the hand from my hip to the side of my thigh. He pulls my leg up, propping it on his shoulder before thrusting even harder the next time, and an honest to God scream leaves my mouth. One that he wastes no time in swallowing down by kissing me again just as he hits that spot deep inside of me with a groan, grinding himself against my clit and making my pussy clench greedily around him.
A gush of wetness comes when he does it again before quickly pulling back, leaving me staring up at him dazedly as he moves the hand beside my face down to play with my clit. “Come on my cock, baby.” The words are low and rough and hit me just as hard as his cock does when he powers up into me again. “I want to feel you all locked up around me when I fill you up.”
And I don’t know if it’s the words or the clear possession pouring out of him or the way he seems to be trying to seal himself inside of me, but my body listens to him automatically. My walls lock down hard around his cock as he pushes deep once more, dropping his mouth to my neck and sucking at my pulse. His name leaves me on a scream, and I clutch him tight as the orgasm washes through me, pulling me under so hard that I’m pretty sure it’s the only word left in my vocabulary. His hand moves to grip my hip and he bites down on my neck right before his cock jerks inside of me, filling me up with a warmth from him.
All of it leaves me so excruciatingly present in this moment with him that it has me closing my eyes as it all starts to settle, wanting to lock this memory up somewhere inside not even my mind can touch it. Everything about it is the completion of something between us that started the day we met. This momentof us finally coming together to create one whole that I can feel as his heart beats against mine with both organs falling into a perfect synchronicity.
Every little memory of us rushes back through my head as it all hits me at once.
The way I utterly believe in this moment—in him and myself and this thing between us. In the love that’s still passing from his skin to mine and the way whatever particles of my DNA make up a soul, if we have such a thing, are practically sighing with the sense of him there now. It has my bottom lip trembling and me squeezing my eyes shut tighter—
“Fuck,” he rasps, head lifting suddenly with his thumb brushing across some wetness on my cheek. “Baby, are you crying?”
“No,” I gasp, quickly trying. “N–no—” A little hiccup cuts me off and makes me squeeze my eyes shut tighter, determined not to let this happen.
“Fuck,” he curses again, quickly lowering my leg before his hand returns to my face. “Are you okay?” His thumb makes another pass at the wetness on my cheek, and his other hand moves from my hip to squeeze my waist. “Baby, don’t cry, please. I can’t handle it.” I hear him exhale a harsh breath before he starts to kiss the tears away on my cheeks, whispering in between passes, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Another hiccup escapes me at that because he’s better than anything I’ve ever even read about, and I never want to leave this moment with him. I crack my eyes though, more tears immediately falling and finding the panicked hazel ones waiting for me before trying again. “I–I’m fine.” I suck down a quick breath, and my lower lip gives another tremble. “I j–just really love you.”
Trying to explain and not wanting him to worry that he messed this up in any way.
I see some of the panic leave his gaze as it runs over my face and his thumb makes a couple more passes before he checks, “You’re happy?”
And the flash of dimples following the words makes me immediately warn, “If you ever tell anyone that I cried, I will do something truly evil—”
He silences me with a quick kiss, pulling back to give my hip another squeeze. “Your secret’s safe with me.” His face turns all kinds of mischievous, and I catch the appreciative noise that leaves him as he drops his gaze to my neck. “If you promise you’re done playing with psychopaths.”
“Blackmail?” I scoff softly, lifting a hand to his hair while trailing my foot down the back of his leg. “Kinda hot, Dimples.”
“Fuck,” he groans, burying his face in my neck and making a giggle burst from me that has my pussy squeezing around him with little aftershocks. “You have no idea what you’ve created here.”
“What’s that?”
Another laugh leaves me with the words until he starts to suck on my neck again, pulling hard and turning it into a gasp before lifting back up to tell me seriously, “An insatiable monster.”
He gives me the span of a single blink to process the words before pulling back and making my breath hitch again as his cock slides out of me. My brows drop at the sudden sense of loss, not liking the empty feeling one bit, and I watch as he presses a kiss to the top of my knee, quickly setting my legs to the side and swinging his own off the bed. No shame at all as he strides toward the bathroom while calling back to me, “One second.”
