“Why does this feel awkward?” she asks, reaching down to nervously fluff her pillow and then hold it against her chest.
“I’m not sure.”
“Does this mean we made a mistake?” Cass questions with a cringe. “The first time was just a fluke or whatever?”
“I don’t think so,” I answer because I really hope that’s not the case. “The problem is you’re overthinking it, and I’m hesitating to make the first move because you’re not acting like you’re ready for this.”
“I’m ready,” she says confidently. “I’ve been ready for years, Xavier.”
“So then what’s the problem?” I ask her before I peel off my suit jacket and then undo the buttons on my vest.
Cass’s eyes watch my fingers go to work on my dress shirt buttons while she continues to hug the pillow to her chest. “Maybe…maybe I’m scared that when we’re…together, you may not be able to handle how…needy I may be.”
“Needy?” I repeat in confusion.
“Fine, horny!” she amends, causing my brows to lift in surprise before she buries her face in the top of the pillow.
“I don’t think that could be a bad thing, Cass.”
“You don’t understand,” she says, her words muffled by the pillow. “For years, many, many years, I’ve fantasied about kissing every inch of you, and I mean every inch,” she says when she lifts her flushed face. “I want to bite your very firm ass, lick forbidden places, and have you inside of me all night long!”
I swallow around the knot in my throat, because all of that sounds good to me.
“That’s…that’s great,” I tell her. “As long as I get to reciprocate, because I want to do all that to you too. It’s all I’ve been thinking about…”
“Sexual cravings from a few days or weeks isn’t the same as starving to death for years!” Cass explains.
“Do you think I never thought about you naked before the other night? Because I have over the years,” I admit to her. “I’ve woken up from having dreams about fucking you, just out of the blue, when I was a teenager and even when I was married and in Seattle and we hadn’t talked in weeks. I always forced myself to push those thoughts down and lock them up tight because it made me feel like a pervert, like that was a violation of our friendship because I loved and respected you. Now I wish I had given in to them sooner. It’s why I snapped at the reunion and had to have you right then and there! Trying to wait another minute seemed impossible thanks to the pent-up feelings.”
“Really?” she asks softly.
“Yes! So there’s nothing that you can do to scare me away.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay,” Cass replies with a heavy exhale. She strolls over to my side of the bed; and when she’s right in front of me, she tosses down the pillow she was just using as a shield to the floor right in front of my feet. The fact that she’s not only planning to kneel for me, but to be down there so long she needs the comfort is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
While I’m still standing there stunned, Cass’s palms fan out on my shoulders and then push the open dress shirt down my shoulders and off. I expect her to kiss me, but she doesn’t go straight for my mouth. Instead, her damp lips brush over my pec muscle while her fingers start undoing my pants. As soon as the fly is open, her hand shoves into the front and fists my hardening cock, causing me to choke out a string of profanity. That’s when her tongue gets in on the action, tasting my flesh between kisses as her mouth moves lower and lower, teasing the hell out of me.
My knees go weak before Cass is even on hers. I carefully lower my ass down to the mattress and pray that she doesn’t get deterred by any sudden movement.
Her firm grip on my shaft remains constant despite my new position. Scooting up closer on her knees between my spread legs, she leans forward and runs her tongue around my crown. It’s such a light, brief touch, but the effect is cataclysmic. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
But Cass is just getting started. Her eyes close on a moan as she parts her lips to begin to devour me, slow inch by slow inch like she loves doing it. Before, in my experience, women hurry through oral like they’re doing it because it’s something that’s required of them and they don’t particularly like performing the act.
Cass is clearly enjoying it. Thoroughly. Which means I’m in fucking heaven. Her mouth is hot and wet, and best of all, eager as hell. This isn’t a blowjob. She’s worshiping me with her mouth. Loving me with every stroke of her tongue that starts at the base of my cock and moves all the way up the underside to my weeping slit. In fact, she’s so good that I have to grab her ponytail to reluctantly pull her mouth off before I explode.
Instead of relenting, Cass just blinks up at me with glassy, lust-filled eyes as the tip of her tongue flicks over my ball sac before rolling one into her mouth.
“Jesus, fuck!” I groan as my head falls back. I have to fist either side of the comforter and grit my teeth to keep from coming.
Cass is relentless. Her hand replaces her mouth on my balls and then I’m thrusting down her throat again like a maniac. With every stroke, her increasing moans vibrate around my shaft until I can’t last a second longer. I cup the back of Cass’s head, my hips pumping in and out of her mouth that’s stretched to the limit as my release pulses down her throat.
When I finally come
