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He was on his knees, his eyes boring into me with a hungry passion that owned me.
"I want to fuck you this way," he said, grabbing a pillow and raising my hips up so that he could position it underneath my ass. "I want to watch you come with my cock inside of you."
I nodded.
All that I could think about was that, at this moment, Cain was mine. He was all about me. I didn't have to share. Every kiss, every thrust, every lick was for me and only me.
He grabbed my legs, and positioned them over his shoulders, leaning in as his hand guided his sheathed cock into me with a forceful thrust.
I moaned in pleasure, licking my lips as I watched his muscular thighs; he knelt between my raised legs, and rocked in and out of me with slow deliberation.
I was mesmerized by him in every way. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and totally focused on his thrusting, his hands now cupping my ass, lifting me up just a bit and adjusting me for his fit.
His cock was teasing my G-spot, and that's when I felt my body take over; my muscles tightened around his girth; and I heard his sharp intake of breath as they did.
"Christ baby," he rasped, his eyes now coming open in surprise. "You're fucking going to milk me, aren't you?"
"Uh huh," I murmured, feeling myself contract once again around his swollen member.
"This is mine, Cain," I whispered. "This is for me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
"Aww…baby," he breathed, watching me as I was slowly being wrecked by this man, "You know I mean it."
Our tempo increased and, together, we spiraled into a perfect orgasm, our eyes deadlocked and my mind totally obliterated with the things that he made me feel, physically and emotionally.
Fuck.
I loved him.
Totally.
chapter 16
I learned quickly that Cain had not exaggerated one bit when he laid out our agenda for the weekend. We had alternated between fucking and making love all through the night.
I had never known just how totally electrifying having a man's cock buried inside of me could be until it was Cain's. I had moaned and mewled those feminine sounds at the pleasure he gave me, but for once they were real—not fake the way I had done so many times before. Because this was real and it totally rocked. Cain had made me his and I wasn't going anywhere. I knew that there was no way I could ever walk away from this—from him.
I was still curled up in his arms, naked and totally satiated from the night. His slow, even breathing against the back of my neck soothed me and made me feel so fucking secure that I never wanted to leave this bed.
But I knew that it wasn't possible. Because this was still their bed. And the guilt momentarily washed over me, so I gently moved Cain's arm from around my torso, and scooted towards the edge of the bed.
"Where are you going?" his husky voice asked from behind me.
"I…uh…I thought maybe a shower?" I said, putting it more like a question than a statement.
"We can do that," he said, rousting himself up. "But we're doing it together."
And that's exactly how our Sunday went. We did everything together.
We showered, we ate, we made love, we watched television, we ate, we fucked, we showered again and then we cuddled and I was thinking that cuddling with my man was pretty fucking awesome too.
I put the flannel PJ's with the feet in them that Darcy had given me for Christmas on after our last shower. I returned to the bathroom, dressed, to hang up my damp towels.
Cain was standing in front of the mirrored vanity, towel slung low on his hips shaving when he happened to glance over at me and then did a double take.
"Ah, hell to the no, woman," he barked, his brow cocked; a hint of amusement flickered across his face.
"What?" I asked innocently, looking down at my totally-covered-in-flannel body.
