Page 40 of Hounds Ascend
He has ceased almost all movement, his face twisted in what looks like pain, but I know this look. It is absolutely not pain. It’s one of pleasure. Ending my teasing session, I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist, my heel pressing into his lower back. His body responds, moving his hips toward mine. I grip him,rubbing his silky tip against my wet entrance. Without needing a cue from me, Cass presses into me slowly, stretching me and filling me all at once.
My hands clutch at the blanket beneath us while a moan plays on my lips.
“Fuck…” I pant.
Cass’s eyes close as he eases out, then back in. His head tilts upward. He bites his lip, and my hand strokes his face, rubbing his cheek with my hand while my thumb traces his lips. His eyes open, lidded and lustful and trained on me.
He dips his head into the crook of my neck and sinks his teeth into the soft skin, just hard enough to make me squirm beneath him and cry out.
I buck my hips against his, giving him access to that sweet spot deep inside.
“That’s what you want? You want this dick deep inside you?” he rasps, quickening his pace.
“Yes!” I cry, feeling the familiar build of my orgasm.
Cass moves to a kneeling position and grabs my legs. He swings them upward and lets them rest on his shoulders, never falling out of rhythm. With the new angle he has, he’s hitting spots he hasn’t hit before. Chills scour my arms. My eyes flutter shut, my hips doing their best to grind against him from my spot beneath him.
“Please, more,” I plead, wanting him to do everything at once and nothing at all.
My wish is met by an obedient Cass who gives me just whatI asked him for. He holds my thighs against his chest as his pace quickens and he’s hitting hard and deep. He drags my orgasm from me, and my body shakes as I cum, over and over and over.
My orgasm reverberates through me, leaving me breathless. Cass doesn’t stop, though. He isn’t done yet and I’m not sure I am either.
He powers into me, hitting that spot over and over again. After a bit, it starts to hurt even through my budding orgasm.
“Come for me, baby. I want you to come with me,” I plead.
Cass’s brows furrow in concentration as he continues his pace, building toward his own release. My hands explore my body, resting on my breasts. I pinch and toy with my nipples. Cass zeroes in on my movements, the dark desire in his eyes shoving me over the edge of ecstasy. My moans are drowned out by the blissful release, and seconds later, he withdraws from me and fists himself, spraying spurts of fiery come across my lower stomach.
Cass’s eyes flicker open, gazing down at me and I don’t know if it’s the powerful orgasm I’ve just had or the house or just being with Cass, but something plays on my emotions because a single tear slides down my cheek.
Without missing a beat, Cass’s eyes fill with concern as he wipes away the tear.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, worry creasing his brow.
I chuckle before looking directly at him. “I’m not really sure.”
Now he looksreallyconcerned because I’m laughingandcrying.
“I don’t know what happened. All of a sudden, my emotions went a little haywire,” I say on a breathy laugh.
Cass seems to relax a little and leans over to kiss my forehead before he walks into our master bath. The sound of a shower turning on piques my interest. I’ve seen the bathroom but I haven’t truly looked around. I’m trying to take in all of this at once and it’s slightly overwhelming. I pop my head through the large opening that connects the two rooms and find Cass with the shower door open, water on, and a towel in hand that he’s hanging on the towel rack.
“We have towels?”
“Yeah, babe. I’m pretty sure that’s what this is,” he holds up the towel in mocking.
“When did those get here?”
“I made sure that some of the necessities were here. Bed. Towels. Toilet paper. A few spare items of clothing in the closet,” he shrugs.
A smile spreads across my face. He thought of everything and it is fucking perfect. I cross the floor, closing the distance between us and walking right past Cass into the large shower. I need to clean off my stomach before it gets stuck to me and I have to scrub it off. That’s never fun.
The shower is big enough to fit three people comfortably. It’s completely enclosed aside from the opening at the entrance. The interior walls are made of eccentric quartz slabs that are between a brown and tan color with intricate designs throughout.There’s a bench made of the same material along the far wall and images of what Cass could do to me there flitter through my mind. Three different shower heads spray down on me from different directions and it’s amazing.
The glass door thuds when it closes and I turn around to see Cass standing there, in all of his naked glory. He’s got a smug grin on his face and grabs the bar of soap that’s already in its rightful place in the shower wall.
“Didn’t think about wash rags, baby. Looks like it’ll have to be my hands that bathe you tonight.” He stalks closer to me, lathering his hands. I step backward until my back is flush against the cold quartz.
