Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2

... bit, and giving me time to focus on how good she made me feel. It was still fucking, still not gentle, but also not without tenderness. Little happy sighs were Cass’s nonverbal vocabulary now, not the whimpers and desperate cries of our previous rutting. “Love that dick, Jase. My dick. All mine now, handsome.” She giggled dreamily, “Cut a bitch if she gets near it.”

I laughed and picked up the pace. “Better give it to you good, then.” Cass pushed herself up to all fours, then reached back to place one hand on my hip as I fucked her, nudging my trajectory slightly now and then.

On a hunch, I wetted my thumb in my mouth, then placed it against the tight pucker between her cheeks. A new expression, more like a purr than anything else, entered Cass’s lexicon of sounds; I interpreted it correctly, pressing inwards until my thumb was deeply embedded in her. She groaned, “Better- ah, fuck- better not get any ideas, Jase.”

“Too late.”

“L- later. You’re too– too big. Need to pre-prepare first.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “But soon, baby. Soon, I promise. I want to be all yours, every part of me.” That was enough for me. More than enough. Those beautiful eyes, the way they looked at me with love and devotion– not submission, not exactly, because I couldn’t fathom Cass truly submitting to anyone– but a need to be mine, and a need that I be hers.

“Gonna– fuck, Cass, I’m gonna cum!” That look of love had driven me over the edge.

The hand that had guided my hip ...

... pulled me tight to her, nails digging into my flesh. “In me, please! In me, lover!” She hadn’t even finished her sentence when I erupted, balls tightening and unleashing a load of molten heat against her cervix as she came for the third time that night.

Afterward, we lay together, gasping and panting, spooned on the half-bare mattress; somewhere in our frenzied fucking, we’d dislodged all the bedsheets. Her long hair tickled my nose, but I pushed it to the side and kissed her neck, and she pressed herself back against me. “I love you, Cass. I love you so much, baby.”

She sighed with contentment, quietly basking in the post-orgasmic haze. “Mmmm, me too, Jase. God, this is… you’re so fucking scrumptious.” Her head turned slightly, and I pushed myself up on one arm to give her a lingering, loving kiss before laying back down again.

We were quiet then for a while. I was lost in thought, and I’m sure she was as well, but we were also just enjoying each other’s company and bodies and exulting in the pleasant, low-key happiness of our first post-sex cuddle. Then I felt her body tense just a little. “Cass?”

Her hand pulled my arm a little tighter around her. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“A lotta shit.” She snorted. “First, how happy I was. This is way more… like, just way, way more than I ever expected. You know, I’ve had a little crush on you for a long time; I wasn’t, like, in love or anything, but I always thought you were cute and sweet and just completely wasted on ...