Page 109 of Only Fools Rush
“Yes.” She kissed my throat. “You get it. You know that you’re my everything, right? Even though you’re sticking to me like glue right now, and youknowhow much I hate that, I still can’t stand the thought of being separated again.”
“I know,” I murmured. I cupped the back of her neck and tilted her head back so I could kiss her. It started gentle and sweet, but it didn’t take long before I was pressing her back against the bathroom countertop and lifting her to the edge.
“Your kisses set me on fire,” she groaned as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I rubbed my dick against her center. “You can feel exactly what you do to me.”
My hand trailed down the bare skin of her torso, careful of the bruises. Her fingers wandered down my shirt until they reached my belt.
I nipped her lip, my heart thundering in my chest. “Bed or counter?”
She unhooked my belt and pushed her hand inside my boxers, fingers curling around my length. “Here.”
I groaned, resting my forehead on her collarbone as her hand stroked me.
“Your hand is so much better than mine,” I said with a soft laugh.
“You jerked off while I was gone?” she murmured, pressing kisses against my jaw. “Thinking of me?”
“Definitely,” I growled. Thinking of all the ways I’d have her for the rest of our lives. Remembering what it felt like to be deep inside of her. “I’ve jerked off to the thought of you so many times, I couldn’t even try to count.”
She giggled. “Well, come get the real thing.”
“Need this first.” Kneeling before my queen like her most faithful servant, I breathed over her center. I’d missed my breakfast, lunch, and dinner—and I needed it now.
She sucked in a breath as I drew my finger over her clit. I could already see her panties dampening and I groaned, using my other hand to pull it to the side.
“So wet.” I leaned forward and swiped my tongue up her slit. Her fingers curled into my hair. “Look how wet you are for me, princess. Just a few kisses and you’re soaking.”
“I need you, Cas,” she whined. “I need everything. All of you.”
I pressed a finger inside her. She widened her legs, jutting her hips forward to meet the rhythm. “You own every piece of me, Leona. All that I am belongs to you and always will.”
I withdrew my finger and replaced it with my tongue. Every moan she uttered only urged me on. I lapped at her like a man dying of thirst.
“I’m coming. Oh, God, I’m comingalready.” Her whimpers rose as she rode out the waves against my face, one hand gripping the countertop, the other on the back of my head. I chased her through it until she could breathe again, then I stood, and lined myself up to her entrance.
“More?” I asked, while I still retained a sliver of rational thought.
“More. Please, more.”
I still didn’t bother pulling her thong off. I just yanked it to the side and sank inside her in one firm thrust. She gasped as she sucked me in, her pussy a vice grip on me. My lips clamped down on her neck.
“Cas.”
My tongue, still tasting of her, dragged down the length of her neck before my teeth skated across her collarbone. She was so warm, so tight. My fingers dug into her ass. I yanked her against me over and over. We were both hungry and desperate. She shuddered and moaned, heels digging into the backs of my thighs.
The first time, I wanted patience. I wanted to enjoy every moan that dripped from her lips.
This time, I wanted her fast. I wanted her boobs jiggling while I slammed into her. I wanted her nails digging into my arms to brace herself.
It didn’t take long. This was hard, and it was quick. I couldn’t wait for anything else besides hearing her whimpers as she came again. I followed her, groaning into the bare skin of her neck.
It waseverything. I’d never grow tired of it. She rested her head against my chest as we both panted, trying to catch our breath.
“Let’s get cleaned up, princess.” I pulled out of her and helped her into the shower, where we both washed up under the warm spray before putting on our pajamas.
“Thanks, Cas,” she said. We slipped inside the covers. “I’m exhausted.”
