The room is full of steam as I pump in and out of my green-eyed vixen. It’s been six months since that first date and we get stronger every day. We are at her place—the shower is big enough for two. She’s on her knees, and I grip her shoulder-length blonde hair to make her look at me. Cassia smiles and closes her eyes while I pull tighter, and they snap back open.
“Like to look into your pretty eyes as I fuck you. You know that,” I growl.
“Zeke, can we go into the bedroom? These tiles are killing my knees.”
She’s not the only one. I laugh and stop what I’m doing.
“This was your idea. I wanted to do it in the kitchen, but you said you were cold and wanted to warm up. What do I get if we move to another location?”
Cassia twists and kneels in front of me, her luscious lips close to mine.
“Anything you want,” Cassia purrs.
I grin at her. My sexual tastes are more adventurous than hers and a lot broader. Cassia has had a few lovers, but I’ve had many. The promise of being able to do anything to her makes me harder than a fucking diamond.
“You sure about that?” I ask as I run my stubbly chin up her throat.
Cassia moans and nods. I nip her throat, leaving a small mark. Tonight, I will leave many more on her. I stand and help her to her feet, then with her back crushed to my front, we inch toward the bed. There are so many things I want to do to this body, but up until now, she’s been a little resistant. My hands cup her breasts, and I pinch her nipples, causing them to pebble and Cassia to cry out.
I draw her earlobe into my mouth and suck. For every pain, there must be a pleasure, and she loves this. I keep playing with one nipple as the other hand travels down her body to her core.
“Spread your legs for me, Cass.”
Doing as she’s told, I touch and caress her most sensitive region, enjoying the slick sensation of her dripping wet pussy. Cassia grinds into me, and I know she’s seeking her release as her movements become quicker and more erratic. I move away from her, and her cry of protest means I’m doing a good job. I chuckle and push her onto the bed.
“Remember to breathe,” I say as I bend over and bite her ass cheek.
Her gasp excites me. I stand up and go in search of my belt. It’s still in my jeans in the kitchen. I pull it out and move back into the bedroom. Cassia is laying on the bed in the same position I left her in—on her stomach, legs spread, looking like my best sexual fantasy.
I’ve grown my hair longer on top, and two days ago she said she’d like to see me with a beard, so I’m growing it out. I have no idea what gods I appeased to have Cassia in my life, but whatever or whoever they are, I’m eternally grateful.
Bending, I kiss the sole of her foot and rub my stubbly face up her torso until I get to her neck. Compared to me, she’s a tiny little thing, only five feet tall. My body covers hers, and I lay there for a moment enjoying the feel of her but knowing she’s probably having a hard time breathing. I roll off, and she looks at me and smiles.
“Is that why you told me to breathe?”
“No, petal.” I hold up my belt. “Rollover.” I wink and grin as she does as she’s asked. “Hands above your head.”
With a sideways grin, she looks at me apprehensively but slowly raises her hands. I straddle her body, making a loop with my belt and fix her hands to the bed headboard. Deliberately, I make my way back down her torso, dragging my teeth along it. The urge to bite her is overwhelming, and I sink my teeth into the side of her hip and suck.
“Zeke!”
“Relax, Cass. Close your eyes, breathe through the pain, and I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”
She nods at me, and I blow onto the spot where I bit down, it’s already becoming a lovely shade of red. I move across her stomach and suck at the top of her trimmed pussy. I draw the flesh into my mouth, she gasps. I release it and plunge my tongue between the folds of her pussy, sucking, licking, tasting the very essence of her.
“Oh, Zeke,” she moans, low and throaty.
I rub my chin into her, and she bucks wildly. My hands work their way up to her nipples, and I tug and pull at them as she rides my face.
Cassia opens her legs wider, and I know from the taste and this movement that she’s close. I stop and laugh as she groans in frustration.
“Don’t laugh, keep going. I’m so close!”
Cassia tugs at her bindings, unable to loosen them.
“Not yet, petal.” I lean down and kiss her, forcing my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste how sweet she is, like honey. My cock is rubbing up and down her slit, and it’s not long before she’s kissing me back and trying to get me to mount her.
“Patience,” I whisper as I pull back and stare into her eyes.
“I’m ready. I’m so goddamn ready!” Cassia hisses at me.
I chuckle and again begin my assault on her body. This time I bite down on her nipple, drawing it into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. Cassia arches her back, moaning in pleasure. It’s important to me for her to understand that after my upbringing, I like pain in the bedroom. I like teeth and nails digging into my back. I fucking love teeth.
Moving further down, I push her legs up and place her feet on my shoulders, positioning my cock at her entrance.
“Look at me, Cass.” Her eyes open, filled with pleasure. “You ready for me?”
“Please,” Cass begs.
Slowly, I enter her. She’s slick, tight, and I love that she has my marks on her body. Pulling back out, I slam back into her, and she cries out. My thumb goes to her clit. I’m not gentle, but I know how to make her writhe in ecstasy, and I bring her to the brink many times but never letting her orgasm.
Her face is flushed, and a line of sweat is forming on her forehead as she seeks her release.
“Are you ready, Cass?” She nods, her eyes betray that she’s desperate to orgasm. It’s an all-consuming thought flashing behind them. “You need to wait for me. Do you understand, Cass?” With desire fueling her, she nods enthusiastically. “Okay, petal, keep those eyes on me.”
With my thumb applying pressure to her clit, I move in and out, slowly.
“Faster,” demands Cassia.
I chuckle and increase my speed. Looking into her green eyes, I feel my orgasm building. Her moans are getting louder. Cass bites her bottom lip, her face is a mask of concentration.
“Come for me, Cass, come for me now,” I growl.
“Zeke!” screams Cassia.
Her pussy spasms around my cock, and I grunt in satisfaction as my seed spills out of me. I’m moving in and out as she keeps coming, milking me with every movement. It feels like hours before she stops and only then do I stop my assault on her.
