Until then— He looked down at her kiss-swollen lips, the drowsy sensuality in her gaze and her flushed cheeks, and he reminded himself that getting there was just as heated, just as incredible.
Beneath him, Sheila arched closer, her lithe, naked body twisting beneath his as the blunt, heavily engorged head of his dick prodded at the swollen lips of her pussy.
Slick silk. Damn, that was what her bare, satiny pussy felt like. Like the softest, hottest syrup saturating a silk so pure and fine it could only be made in paradise.
“Casey, please,” she whispered as his lips descended to her breasts. “Oh yes, lick my nipples.” She arched closer yet, whimpering as his lips closed over them and he let her feel a hint of his teeth. “Suck them,” she moaned. “Suck my nipples. Make me come.”
Taking one of the hardened tips between his lips, Casey sucked it hungrily, the taste of her, the passion that flowed from her, making him desperate for more as her fingers fisted in his hair to hold him closer.
That slick, wet silk surrounding the head of his cock, his hips moving as he ate at the tender tip of her nipple. Slowly, with precise gentleness, he began working his cock inside her, feeling the snug muscle and tissue as it parted beneath each slow, easy thrust.
Oh, God. It was like being buried, like being wrapped in pure, wild heat. Her juices eased between her flesh and his, another caress that made him ready to growl with pleasure. To snarl with the demand to come.
He’d be damned if he would let himself go that easily. If he would allow Sheila to go that easily.
He didn’t want to leave the hot, milking grasp of her pussy until he had no other choice. Pushing inside the liquid heat, slowly, working his cock inside the tender portal, he had to clench his teeth to keep from riding her hard and heavy and spilling his seed inside her.
His balls were drawn tight beneath the iron-hard shaft, his muscles locked tight against the ecstasy threatening to claim him.
With his dick encased inside her, his tongue playing erotic games with her nipples, Casey knew his control wouldn’t last much longer.
Her silken inner thighs caressed his flanks as her legs bent and clasped his hips. Her hips rolled against him with each thrust of his dick inside the searing depths of her pussy; each time he had to work his way past the tight muscles rather than slamming inside her.
Fuck, he wanted to ride her hard. He wanted to thrust fast and work inside her and feel her clenching on his cock, sucking his seed straight from his balls.
He wanted to fuck her with the inborn passion that he knew had only come when he touched Sheila. A hunger he’d never known before, and he knew it was a hunger he would never know for any other woman.
Giving a final lick to a cherry red nipple, Casey lifted his gaze to stare down at her.
Her head was thrown back, her hair spread around her like a dark blond halo. Small hands were clenched into fists, holding on to the sheets beneath her, her eyes staring up at him with a hunger that matched his own.
“Fuck me harder.” The words slipped past kiss-swollen lips. “I dare you, Casey. Fuck me like you mean it.”
For all the challenge in her voice, he also heard the love. A love Casey knew would last him until he took his final breath.
* * *
Sheila wanted to scream in pleasure. She wanted to beg, demand, and cry out with the sensations building inside the exquisitely sensitive muscles of her pussy.
Casey stretched her until he was certain she could take no more. He filled her, heated her pussy, and stroked inside it with a rhythm that was driving her insane.
She wanted more.
“Harder,” she gasped, her hands lifting from the sheets to grip his shoulders, her nails biting into the hard flesh and iron-hard muscles as his hips ground against hers.
He was teasing her. Pushing her higher. He was filling her with such incredible pleasure, sensations that sizzled across her nerve endings before speeding through her system and tightening every muscle in her body with the need to orgasm.
“It’s so good,” she moaned, nearly incoherent with the pleasure that burned inside her. “Oh God, Casey, I love you. I love you so much.” It was a plea. “Please let me come. Please, I can’t stand it any longer.”
Flames were building inside her, spreading outward, threatening to set the world ablaze if she didn’t find her release soon. She could feel the clenching around the flesh penetrating her, tightening and spasming as the swollen bud of her clit began to throb warningly.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Casey.” Neck arching, she felt it begin, felt it rushing through her, over her, tearing into her with a force that had her trying to scream as her orgasm began to detonate inside her.
Casey wasn’t but a second longer.
As he buried his cock to the hilt, Sheila felt the hard, fierce throb, the feel of the brief expansion, then the fierce, jetting spurts of his come shooting inside her.
His release mixed with hers, burned and melded until there was no longer just Casey, no longer just Sheila. Until the two of them were suddenly joined and made whole. Made one.
“I love you,” she cried out desperately. “Oh God, Casey, I love you.”
With his head buried at her neck, his arms wrapped around her, his very life pumping inside her, Casey whispered, “You’re my soul, Sheila. My home.”
His home.
As he was hers.
And together they were creating the dream Sheila
