How Cassie Got Her Grind Back(Divine Creek Ranch 23)(62)

“Y-yes!”

“Let me give it to you, love,” he murmured as he released her wrists and wrapped his arm around her front, holding her trembling body to him, ignoring his trapped and throbbing dick as he skimmed his fingertips down the satiny flesh beneath her panties. Her curls were drenched, and he groaned deep when he encountered her delicate outer lips and his fingers slid into the sweetest, slickest pathway to Heaven he’d ever felt. She stopped moving, stopped breathing as he fingered her swollen clit and stroked up and down while sliding his middle finger to her opening and sinking to the first knuckle.

He looked up to the mirror as she drew in a deep breath and her swollen, silken flesh grew firmer around his digit. She held on to his arm with one hand, and her expression lit with rapture so glorious she seemed to glow with it. The trembling started deep in her core, rippling around his finger, and spread outward in a flash as her orgasm crested.

“Yes! I’m coming!” Her head fell back onto his chest, and she ground her drenched pussy against his hand and his fingers, flattening her other hand over his on the outside of her jeans, as if to hold him there until she was finished. He wouldn’t let her go until she made him.

“Take what you need. I’ve got you, baby.”

Her breathing grew shaky again as she relaxed, and he reluctantly slid his hand from her silken flesh. This time he let her turn to him, and he held her, still swaying. Her knees buckled, and he smiled as he whispered, “I still got you. It’s okay.”

She melted against him, curling her arms between them and letting him hold on to her. He’d never felt stronger. Felt as though this was right where he needed to be. And when she looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes still filled with such rapture, he wanted to pound his chest.

He didn’t do that, but he did lift her into his arms. Amused by her little squeak of surprise, he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. “Time for bed, love.”

In the bedroom, her hands shook as she held on to his forearms while he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips. “Are you tired?” she asked in a dazed voice.

“No, I’m hungry,” he replied as he lifted the hem of her top. “Raise your arms.”

“Hungry?” She blinked at him.

“For you,” he replied, smiling at her sated confusion. He pulled back her dark blue comforter and the top sheet. “In you go.”

Shaking her head, she said, “Not until I see you.” She tugged the tail of his shirt from his slacks and then giggled as her hands shook while she tried to unbuckle his belt. He finally stopped her to remove his boots.

When he looked up, she seemed suddenly more self-conscious, and the gorgeous, dazed look had receded from her eyes. She placed a forearm across her chest.

We can’t be having that, love.

He sat on the bed, his shirt half untucked and his belt undone and zipper down, and pulled her between his thighs. “Are you okay?”

She looked down at the bulge in his slacks. “Are you?”

“Don’t worry about me right now. If you’re tired, I understand and I’ll let you sleep, after all you had a rough day, but I don’t want to be done. What happened earlier was just the beginning of what I want tonight, for you, and for me.”

“What can I do?” she asked, hesitating before kneeling and reaching for the plackets of his pants. “I can…”

He stopped her hands. “You can do anything you want, love. I’m all yours. But right now, I want to bury my face between your thighs and not come up for at least an hour.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, you’re not serious.” The doubt in her eyes told him she was.

“I’m completely serious. Yes, I’m hard as a rock, and it’s damned uncomfortable. I could probably fuck you into next week with what’s going on in my boxers, but that’s not what I want to give to you. I want you to know what it’s like to be with a man who is okay with giving to his woman. Giving and giving until she understands that it’s okay to take occasionally. I want you to take from me tonight.”

“But Samson…” The worry was obvious in her eyes.

“He would tell you the same thing, and might even be a bit pushier about it than I am. You seem nervous all of a sudden. I don’t want you to be, and neither would he. Lie on the bed,” he whispered, taking action because words were getting them nowhere. “I want to see you. I want to taste you.”

“But, Ivan…” She seemed to want to argue but then turned to do as he asked. “Really?” she asked, looking back at him with the gentle arch of her dark brows furrowed in confusion. “You want that? You’re not just saying it so you can…”