I push inside of her, enjoying the tightness and wetness of her, the way she seems to fit perfectly around me, like a sheath. We both sigh in pleasure, her filled up inside and me totally enveloped, and then I begin to move. This time Casey is more responsive and active, lifting her body towards mine in time with my thrusts, even starting to move harder and faster than me. I can hardly catch my breath as I appreciate her moves. I would feel the same for her whether she was horny and active or remained coy and passive – being inside her feels so good, no matter what – but I think I could really get to enjoy this new side of her, and that’s saying something. Because I really enjoyed our first time.
I keep a strong and steady rhythm as I thrust in and out of her, watching her face screw up and her eyes close at the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through her. I slow my pace deliberately until she whimpers and bucks her hips towards me, then grin and drive into her faster and harder, until her head arches back against the pillows and she grips the sheets so hard I think she might tear them.
I watch her face, feel her body under me, as she reaches ecstasy. I see the moment it happens as the muscles in her face loosen and smooth, giving way to a glowing peace, and feel her contract around me, squeezing tight. With that grip on me I can’t hold on much longer, and I find myself reaching the edge as she starts to come down, the pulsing contractions pushing me over the edge.
There’s the sound of the doorbell ringing just as I find my release inside of her, filling her up again. I wait for the aftershocks to die down a moment before moving, pulling out of her reluctantly.
“Stay there,” I command. “I’ll go get it. We can eat in bed.”
And with Casey’s blissful look and nod, I know that even a pack of wild dogs couldn’t force me to stay away from her for long.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Casey
I wake up to soft morning light filtering in through the windows – I realize that both of us wore ourselves out so much last night that we didn’t even bother to close them. We didn’t get dressed, either – waking up naked with Edward beside me is definitely a new experience for me. I look at him for a moment, his face soft in sleep, and smile to myself.
Last night was amazing. It was everything Edward promised it would be, truly special. I felt like a goddess from the way he made everything about me, saw to my every need, gave me all the pleasure I could handle. We ate dinner naked and put on a movie in his bedroom, and by the time it was over, we had recovered enough for a third round.
My thighs and ass ache from the exertion, not used to having a man drive into me like that. But it’s not a bad pain – more like the ache you get from exercise, the satisfaction of your body pushed to the limit.
I get up out of the bed, carefully so that I don’t wake Edward, and find a robe hanging over the back of a chair. I should shower, but I don’t know my way around yet, and while Edward’s sleeping I don’t want to wake him with the shower. Or with me knocking things over in the search for towels.
Instead, I wander through the other rooms of the house. I saw all of downstairs yesterday, but up here there is more to explore. There are more bedrooms, each of them with a comfortable-looking bed made up with fresh sheets. Everything is clean and tidy, making me think that Edward probably has a cleaner to come in and keep everything neat. From the windows I can look down into the garden, the perfect size for a child to play around in.
I know Edward said that he doesn’t have anyone else in his life, but this place is so big. Even if he was expecting to have a family one day, it’s far too big for just him alone – so why? Why buy a house this size so early? If he hadn’t even met anyone yet…
I find doubts beginning to creep their way into my mind. Maybe Edward did meet someone else. Maybe he already has a wife, and she’s just away on vacation somewhere. Could it be possible that he was telling the truth?
“Morning, princess.” I turn to see Edward leaning against the door jam behind me. “That robe looks good on you.”
I look down to take in my body draped in the black robe, which has an embroidered ‘E’ on the front. Property of Edward. But am I?
“Do you really live here alone?” I ask, coming out and saying it.
“Yes,” he says, giving me a puzzled look. He moves to my side. He’s thrown on a loose pair of joggers to move around, but his chest is still bare.
“You don’t have a family at all?” I ask. I look out at the garden again, because it’s easier than looking at him – just in case he’s about to break my heart. “Or a wife? A girlfriend?”
Edward’s hand lands on my shoulder, warm and soothing. “Of course, I don’t. If I did, I would never have invited you here.”
“You mean it?” I ask. I’m still not quite willing to believe – to throw everything in. Because if I do, I’ll have to accept that I’ve completely fallen for him, and that means it will hurt
