Page 51 of Seducing the Sheriff
He chuckled. “Exactly.” Cash dug out the items, then returned his attention to me. “Now, where were we?”
I could kiss him all day and night. Cash tasted sweet, our shared breaths intoxicating. His lips were firm yet pliant against mine, and I couldn’t imagine being this in tune with anyone else. It had certainly hadn’t happened before.
“Want you so bad,” I murmured against his mouth as my hands roamed the broad expanse of his back, feeling every ridge of muscle, every dip and curve.
Cash hummed in agreement, trailing his lips down my neck, pausing to nip at my collarbone. His stubble scratched deliciously against my sensitive skin. I arched into him, desperate for more contact.
“How do you want this?” Cash asked, his voice husky as he reached for the lube packet.
“I want to see you.” I spread my legs to make room for him.
He tore open the packet with his teeth, squeezing the contents onto his fingers. His eyes never left mine as he reached down, circling my entrance with slick fingers. I gasped at the cool sensation, my body tensing momentarily before relaxing into his touch.
“That's it,” Cash murmured, slowly pressing one finger inside me. “Mmm…so tight and hot.”
I did as instructed, focusing on the sensation of him carefully opening me up. It had been so long since I'd bottomed for anyone, the stretch was almost unfamiliar, but Cash's patient movements helped ease me through it.
“More,” I urged after a few minutes, rolling my hips against his palm.
Cash obliged, adding a second finger, then a third, working me open with meticulous care. By the time he crooked his fingers and nudged my gland, I was writhing beneath him, a thin sheen of sweat covering my skin.
“Come on, Cash.” I groaned, clutching at his shoulders. “I’m ready. Please.”
He withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom, tearing open the foil packet with steady hands despite the hunger in his eyes. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it down his impressive length, giving himself a few strokes before positioning himself between my thighs.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, lining himself up against my entrance.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist as he began to push forward. The pressure was intense—a burning stretch that had me clutching his biceps, my breath caught in my throat. As I exhaled slowly, I willed my muscles to relax as he eased in another inch. The initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a fullness that had me craving more.
“Don’t stop.” I clutched the hard muscles of his arms tighter.
Cash’s eyes locked with mine, darkening with desire. “Not planning to,” he promised, pushing deeper.
The mattress shifted beneath us, the plastic creaking as he seated himself fully inside me. I let out a shaky breath, adjusting to his size, the glorious stretch making my toes curl.
“You okay?” His voice sounded strained, and I could tell he was struggling to keep still.
“Better than okay,” I murmured, rocking my hips. “Come on, Cash. Move. Show me what you got.”
He growled, withdrawing slowly before sliding back in, setting a measured pace that had me clutching at his shoulders. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, building like a gathering storm. The mattress dipped and swayed beneath us, adding an unexpected rhythm to our movements.
“So good. So damn good.” Cash lowered his head and captured my lips in a searing kiss.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The mattress creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with our labored breaths and soft moans. Cash angled his hips slightly, and I nearly shouted when he hit that perfect spot inside me.
“There,” I croaked, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Right there.”
He maintained the angle, hitting my gland with each deliberate thrust. My cock lay hard and leaking against my stomach, untouched but throbbing with need. As if reading my mind, Cash wrapped his hand around me, stroking in time with his movements.
“Not gonna last.” The tension coiled tightly in my core, and trying to hold back would be impossible. Not with his sure, practiced tugs and hard length driving into me.
“Me neither.” Cash groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as he picked up speed. “Let go for me,” he urged, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.
The command undid me. I arched off the mattress, my release hitting me with unexpected force as I spilled over his fingers and onto my stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around him as I rode out my climax.
Cash hissed, his movements becoming more erratic. He squeezed my hip as he drove into me one final time, his body going rigid. Cash pulsed inside me, his face a beautiful mask of ecstasy as he came.
For several moments, we remained locked together, our ragged breaths mingling in the quiet room. Cash lowered himself carefully, bracing his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing me. He pressed his forehead against mine, a soft smile playing on his lips.
