Page 96 of Touch Me

“Get in the fucking bathroom, Cassie.”

“Oh.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.

TWENTY-FIVE

MORE THAN ANYTHING

I followCassie as she scurries down the hall, ass swaying beneath her t-shirt. Knowing she’s naked under there has my dick damn near full staff. So much for taking it slow.

Sorry, Max.

She’s been home for less than a half an hour, and I’m already primed to spend the rest of the night learning every curve of her body. I have no idea if this is even going to work. Certain parts of my body want nothing more than to get lost in her, other parts want me to run for the hills. I guess we’ll find out which one wins.

I grab the box of condoms I bought,instead of sex flowers, out of the nightstand and make my way into the bathroom. Cassie’s leaning on the vanity, legs crossed, chewing on her finger. I walk over and start the shower, setting the heat just right, then make my way over to her. Reaching around her, I set the box of condoms on the vanity, and she uncrosses her legs, adjusting herself nervously in front of me.

I put a hand on either side of her and lean in. We stare at each other for a beat and she looks away and smiles.

“Cassie?” She looks up at me and puts her finger back in her mouth again, so I reach up and tug on her hand until she drops it. “Why are you nervous? You’ve done this before. Not that we have to doitit, but you know what I mean.”

Looking down, she digs her toes into the rug at our feet. “I don’t want to mess this up for you.”

“I don’t have any frame of reference here, Cass. You can’t mess it up.” I turn around and give her my back. “I’m more worried I’ll mess it up for you.” I pace nervously in a circle while she tugs on her lip. “What if I can’t live up to what you need?”

She looks down at my tented underwear and smiles. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

“You know what I mean. What if I can’t finish? Or you can’t finish?”

“I’m more worried that this is going to be traumatic and mentally scarring or something.” She scrunches up her face.

“Why don’t you let me worry about that.” I walk back over and place my hands on the counter, caging her in. “So, you want to try?”

She smiles. “More than anything.”

“And if I can’t be what you need?” I purse my lips waiting for her answer.

“I'll take whatever you can give me.” She reaches up as if she were going to run her hands through my hair, but she catches herself, folds her hands together under her chin, and looks down. “This is going to be tricky.” She rocks on her feet and bites her lip.

Instead of tugging her hand away, I lean in and brush my lips against hers. Cassie drops her hands and leaves them folded between us, so I pull back, and she studies my face, making sure I’m not traumatized or something.

“I’m fine, Cass.” She smiles.

I lean back in and kiss her softly, nothing touching but our lips. My heart beats wildly, and I feel the telltale hum that usually precedes the shaking and vibrating. So I grip the vanity a little tighter and push everything else to the back of my mind, deepening the kiss, and she opens her mouth. Our tongues brush against each other, and it lights a fire in my gut. Our kisses become frantic, and I push myself forward, leaning into her.

Her arms come up to grip my waist and steady herself. I tense, growling into her mouth as I reach behind me and grab her arms, pushing them back and pinning them behind her with one hand. She makes a little noise, and I pull back. The action has caused her shirt to ride up in the front, and her pussy is on full display. Still pinning her hands behind her, I hike up her shirt and skim my fingers across the smooth skin on her belly. She sucks in a breath and quivers.

I make a trail with my finger, run it down her slit, and she tips her head back to rest on the steamy mirror, parting her legs before I trace my finger through her soft, wet skin and circle her clit. Her eyes close, and she bites her lip.

She likes that.

I release her hands, and she braces them behind her, scooting back on the counter. Putting a hand under each leg, I raise them up to place her feet flat, opening her up fully. I lift her shirt, and she quickly takes it off and resumes her position, knees bent and open for me. Dipping my head down, I pull a nipple into my mouth, tasting and sucking.

The harder I suck, the more noise she makes. My hand finds her heat as I circle her opening, and she scoots herself down closer to my palm. With my mouth still on her tits, I dip two fingers inside, finding her soft, wet, and tight. She pushes herself up and then down on my hand, and I pull my mouth off her, watching my fingers plunge in and out of her, glistening.

Cassie reaches between us and circles her clit. I growl and pull her hand off, resuming my task with both hands, clenching my teeth to ward off the pending tension strumming through my body.

I can do this. Just focus on her.

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