“I could watch you do that all night,” she says, drawing my attention back to her face.

I smirk. “Or we could do better things.” Dropping my hand from my cock, I join her on the bed, slightly crawling over top of her, putting all my weight on my forearms to hold myself up.

I tilt my head down, and she offers a gentle smile before reaching around, gripping the back of my neck, and dragging my mouth to meet hers. This kiss is slower than the others as we soak up what the other enjoys, as our tongues tangle in a web of our attraction to one another.

She gasps when I pull away and then shudders as I rain kisses down her chest, along the cup of her bra, before directing her to rise so I can unsnap the band. As she stretches out her arms, I gently slide off the fabric, revealing more of her beauty.

To reveal the body of a woman I’m falling into a deep pit of lust with.

To reveal every inch of the woman I want to keep forever.

My mouth waters as I lick a circle around her nipple before sucking hard, feeling it harden between my lips.

Raising my arm, I push my weight onto the other while sliding down her body. She rubs her toned legs together in anticipation while I toy with the slim string of her panties with my pointer finger. Without warning, I jerk them down her legs, causing her to lift them, before I fling the thin material across the room.

I press my erection against her thigh as I slip a finger through her soaked folds.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Torturously, as she writhes underneath my touch, waiting for me to push my finger inside, to relieve her, to play with her pussy until she’s crying out my name.

“Please,” she breathes out. “Give me more.”

Her pleas.

Jesus.

She could ask me to do anything in that voice of hers, and I’d do it in a heartbeat. Using my elbow, I lever it between her thigh to open her wider before shoving three thick fingers inside her. She’s tight, her warmth wrapping around my fingers like a harness, and I swiftly pull out, not wanting to hurt her.

With how tight she is, I’m not sure she can handle my cock, but I want to take things slow. I want to play with her longer, for days, which means I don’t want her to be too sore for me. This time, I slip two fingers into her, the pad of my thumb traveling to her clit, slowly moving it in circles.

“Oh, wow,” she moans, rotating her hips, swiveling them to meet my strokes.

I’ve spent hours sitting around and wishing for this moment, longing to have Cassidy moaning as I touched her begging pussy, and it’s better than what I imagined.

Wetter.