Page 89 of Level With Me
“Not yet,” she said. “Let’s see more first.”
The next room was a steam room, a long oval with pink lights and spurting jets overhead. They came up under the wide, bleacher-style benches too. Cassandra climbed to the top and sat down, while I watched her from the bottom, my cock in my hand.
“I’m coming after you, Cassandra,” I said as a rush of desire hit my cock, making my balls strain with need. I didn’t want to come, not yet. I wanted to make this night last; to make it all about her. To lavish her with attention like I’d fantasized about from the beginning.
I took the benches like giant steps, kneeling before her.
“On your back, Cassandra” The bench was wide enough that she could lie all the way back, her legs still over the edge, on the step below. She propped herself back on her elbows and I pushed her knees open.
“This,” I said, drawing my tongue up the length of her slit, “is mine.”
She moaned as I pulled my mouth away. I stroked her opening with my middle and forefinger, teasing at the entrance before plunging inside, turning and angling my fingers the way I knew made her shudder.
“This part”—I curled against her g-spot—“this is mine too.” I worked her like this for a moment as she moaned, rocking on the bench.
I lowered my mouth onto her, drawing circles on her clit with my tongue for only a moment before looking back up at her. “So is this.”
The steam came in gasps so I couldn’t tell what was her and what was the room, but when I looked up, her face was hot, beaded with liquid.
My cock throbbed. I wanted her; I wanted to take her.Not yet.
“I want to watch you,” she said.
My eyes met hers, while my tongue played with her pussy, her clit throbbing under me. I knew she was close to coming.
God, she was hot, so fucking hot. I was going to come all over myself if I didn’t take her soon.
I slowed for a moment, teasing her, then brought my pace back up too fast and hard; she came then, gushing liquid onto my tongue.
I went crazy at the taste of her, the wet slippery squeeze of her on my fingers.
“I can’t wait,” I said when she’d slowed, panting. I was slick with sweat and steam, hot and hard.
“Then take me,” she said, her chest heaving. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she bit her lip as I pushed her legs back. I held my cock over her pussy, then slapped it on her clit. She gasped, rocking under me. There was still a few feet of clearance between her head and the wall, so I pushed her gently onto her back, grasping her tit in one hand and my dick in the other, and slid myself into her.
I was at the perfect angle here with my knees on the lower bench, so I knew I was hitting that spot inside of her again as I slid all the way in.
“More,” she gasped, and I pulled her hips closer to me so I could get deeper.
“More!” she cried as my balls hit her ass.
“Take me,” I grunted. “Take my whole cock, all the way.” I slapped my body against hers, my legs, stomach, chest, all of me taut and wet, hard and strained. She felt so incredible, so perfect, and when my eyes met hers, something opened up between us. Neither of us said anything as I pumped my dick into her over and over, our jaws tight, eyes locked.
When I felt myself getting close, I brought my thumb to her clit, pressing circles into it as I pushed harder.
“I’ll do it,” she breathed, touching her own pussy, working it in a fast, slippery rhythm that made her eyes go half-lidded.
That’s what did me in. “I’m going to come, Cass,” I said. “I’m going to come inside—”
And then I did, hot, gushing spurts of seed spilling from me and filling her, slicking me as I finished.
Cassandra cried out loud as she came, the sound reverberating around us as she caught up to me, clung to me, grasped me with her legs and arms.
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Beingin the spas was smart, I realized, not just for how incredible they were. They were like a different world, one where reality couldn’t come near. But I knew as we went upstairs, separately, just in case, that this truly marked the end.
“Don’t say goodbye,” she said when we crawled into bed.
