You and Everything After (Falling #2)(37)

She’s standing before me—nothing but a small pair of cotton shorts on, and I swear I’ve found religion. Everything about her is like a gift, and as much as I want to hurry up, to push inside her and feel everything that I’m seeing…I also want to take my time. We have the entire night, and I want to use it all up.

“I think I might just be addicted to you,” I say, holding myself up on my elbows and reaching forward to tug at the waistband of her shorts. She catches my hand when I do and holds it in place—not because she’s scared, but because she wants to seduce me more. She wants to take control of everything, and that…that’s scary to me. But I let her have it. I give it over and hold my breath.

The movement of her hips is hypnotic, like a clock pendulum swinging slowly. I watch as she traces the thin waistband of her night shorts across her hips until she gently works her thumbs underneath and begins to peel the silky material away. She isn’t wearing anything underneath, and the lower the shorts go, the less I breathe. My heart could stop right now, and I wouldn’t even be aware.

She is standing in front of me, completely naked. I. Am. Mesmerized. With a delicate push, she has me once again flat on my back. She runs her hands up the sides of my legs until she reaches the top of my boxers, and she pulls them down until I’m free.

“Do you…have anything?” she asks. I nod yes toward my jeans on the floor. I have kind of been hoping for this moment to present itself for a few days. I actually almost left the condom at home tonight—given that we were going to be out with my parents. I’m happy as hell I talked myself out of that idea now.

Cass pulls the packet from my jeans and tears it open, holding it in her hand while she crawls back up to me, her knees on either side of mine. She slides the condom on slowly, and I let a small groan escape my throat.

“Hang on…baby,” she teases me.

“Cass, I don’t have much left. I mean, there’s a thread, and then there’s me, and I am hanging with the tips of my fingers,” I say.

“Well then…” she says as she slides her fingers up my chest until her palms are flat against my muscles, and she’s sitting exactly where I need her to be.

I’m not good at being dominated. Not that I need to be a dominant—it’s just, I’m usually the one making the decisions, telling the girl how to be with me. But for some reason, I’m willing to give this to Cass. I take my hands and run them up the length of her arms and then slide them down her hips, and as they fall lower, so does she. And then everything. Feels. So much more.

“Oh my god,” I can’t help the rush of words from my lips, but I also lose my breath all at once. “Cass. You…” I’m incapable of finishing a sentence, of completing a thought.

Her hair falls forward as she leans toward me and kisses my mouth, her teeth taking in my top lip with a gentle tug. Once her mouth hits mine, she rocks forward, and I’m no longer able to hold back. I let my hands take control of her completely, running them up her sides, over her breasts and into her hair, pulling her to me—hard.

I hold her against my body, my right hand running over her back until I feel along that sexy dimple that she has just above her ass—a byproduct of how hard she trains. “Fuck me, you are so unbelievable. This…feels…unbelievable,” I speak as she continues to move around me, stopping our kiss and pressing her forehead to mine.

I don’t have much longer, and I can tell she’s close, so I touch her lightly with my fingers as I penetrate her again and again, my thumb circling her swollen sex until she arches her head back, gasping—her orgasm entirely taking her away. “Tyson, oh my god. That, like that. Ohhhhhh,” her voice quivers, her hips shake, and I lose myself, unable to handle hearing her making those sounds without falling apart.

“Holy f*ck, Cass,” I say, one final pull of her hips down onto me. She collapses on my chest, her hair sticking to my sweat-covered skin. I think minutes pass before I even breathe, Cass’s body just rising and falling on top of me as we both catch our breath.

“Are you okay? I mean…was this okay?” I ask, again not sure who has taken over my brain, mouth, and body.

“I’m fine,” she says, opening her eyes to look at me, her mouth curving into that smile that had me dead to rights the first time I saw it. This girl is mine. And I am hers whether she wants me or not. This is my girlfriend. I have a girlfriend!

“Oh, good. Glad. I’m just okay. I mean, that was…like, all right, I guess,” I tease, and she pushes herself up hard against my chest, slightly knocking the wind from me.

“Just okay? You guess?” she says, her face suspicious, and maybe a little pissed.

“Well, you said fine! I mean, all of this and you’re…fine?” Now she’s embarrassed, and she buries her head in my chest again.

“Oh my god, I did say fine. I’m so sorry,” she says, lifting her head just enough to look into my eyes. I’m smiling, so I hope she knows I’m not serious. Her lip quickly finds its way back to her teeth, and she shrugs one more apology.

“I was teasing you. Cross my heart,” I say, thinking how strange those words sound right now.

My heart. Huh. She kind of owns that too.

Cass is quiet for several more minutes, but lets her hand stroke along my chest, and I can tell she’s thinking. I wonder if she’s uncomfortable? Does she want to get dressed, or is she going to sleep like that? God, I hope she sleeps like that. I’ll keep her covered if Paige comes home. I’m about to offer to let her sleep in my shirt when she speaks.