"There you are," Cassian says, coming up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist. I love that this is becoming another normal thing for us. It feels so natural like we've always held each other this way. "What are you up to? I just got done with the project I was working on in the backyard."
“Just folding some laundry,” I reply, melting into his chest.
Cassian lets out a grunt, the sound vibrating through him and into me. “I told you already, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You don’t have to earn your keep.”
"I know," I say softly, turning my head so I can brush a kiss on the side of his neck. "But what if I want to take care of you?"
A tortured groan leaves his lips as his hands slide down my body, touching every inch of my torso and hips. I’d be self-conscious about my extra weight, but Cassian seems to like everything about me. My suspicions are confirmed when he rubs his thick, hard length against my ass, making me moan.
“Can I take care of you, beautiful?” he asks, his voice gruff with need.
“W-what do you mean?” My question trails off into a soft whimper as he dips his fingertips under the hem of my shirt. His teasing touch ignites a fire that hasn’t been doused since our kiss yesterday. It’s been simmering, brewing, boiling… and now it’s about to consume us both.
“Do you trust me?”
Cassian keeps asking me that. Each time, my answer becomes easier. “Yes,” I say with a nod.
“Good girl.” My pussy spasms at his words, and I swear Cassian smells me getting wet for him as he groans and cups my bare breasts beneath my shirt. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Cassian kisses across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. I find myself nodding, going along with his demands so I can have more of his skin on my skin. I want to give him everything, all of me. I want him to be my first, and I pray he’ll be my last. My only.
“Tell me,” he growls softly into the hollow of my neck before licking me there.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Yes, what?” he grunts, kissing his way back up my neck and pulling my earlobe in between his teeth.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I breathe.
“Damn right you are,” he says before spinning me and claiming my lips as his own.
All other thoughts and worries about the future fall out of my head. All I can focus on is being backed into the desk in the corner of the living room and lifted by Cassian’s hands on my thighs. I part my legs for him, whimpering when he steps in between them and rubs his hard cock over my center.
“Fuck, I feel your heat. Are you wet for me? Do you need this, Blakely?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin material of the sweatpants I’m wearing.
“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.
Cassian kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, his touch.
“Please,” I gasp, unsure of what I’m asking for.
Cassian grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy over the fabric of my clothes. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.
“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.
“So why don’t you touch me for real?”
His eyes go dark and his jaw tenses before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away, it’s so he can kneel and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the fabric.
Cassian growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. I lift my hips and watch as he peels them off in one swift move.
“This okay, Blakely?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eye to ensure I mean what I say.
I nod. “I want to feel you. I want whatever you’ll give me.”
“Jesus, you’re perfect.”
With that, he yanks my legs wide open so I’m spread out before him on the desk. Cassian flattens his tongue and takes a long, slow lick up the seam of my pussy, stopping to flick my clit and suck on the swollen ball of nerves.
