making love to you,” he whispered. He held my gaze while he thrust into me. “It’s my favorite thing to do.”
His words made his movements a million times better. I clenched around him tightly as I felt the tender explosion start between my legs. Cash took me to that place I loved. It was sweet and euphoric. The pleasure I felt couldn’t be described. It singed my fingertips and my toes because it felt so amazing. Cash continued his pace, letting me ride out my high. “Cash…”
He moved into me harder as he found his pleasure. His lips were still glued to mine as he made his final thrusts. He slid in and out, squirting deep inside me. He moaned for a long time, enjoying every second of his bliss. When he was finished, he ended our kiss.
“You make love to me?” I whispered.
He was slightly out of breath. Sweat dripped down his chest. He looked into my eyes. “I’ve been making love to you.”
“It’s different with you than it was with Isaac. We never did that…”
“So I’m your first?” he asked.
I nodded.
“And I’m honored.” He kissed me again. “You don’t need to bring out the handcuffs and the whips. Feeling that beautiful connection with you is all I need. I’ve never been more satisfied in my life. I don’t need anything else.”
“I thought guys hated making love.”
“Not when they care about their partner. Making you feel good makes me feel good. I love listening to you moan, feeling you hold onto me, having you clench around me when you come. And that’s impossible to do when you aren’t connected to the other person. Believe me, I don’t hate it.”
“I just assumed you did.”
He kissed my forehead. “I don’t.”
No one had ever made love to me before. Cash was the first man to put my needs before his own, to bring me to a place I’d never been. When we had sex, I felt safe. Even though our relationship was meaningless, I felt important to him. He made me feel treasured and adored, that he would do anything and everything to take care of me. I’d never had anyone in my life like that before. Now I knew why I fell in love with him so easily. He was the person who healed all my wounds without even trying. Cash helped me trust others again by teaching me to trust him. He was everything to me. “I…” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Cash, I…”
“Y es?” He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“You make me so happy.”
“You make me happy too,” he whispered. “Were you going to say something else?”
It was like he could read my mind. I couldn’t answer his question without lying so I didn’t answer it at all. “The roast in the oven is probably burned by now.”
He leaned down and kissed my stomach. “That’s okay. I’ll eat you instead.”
I chuckled. “No, don’t eat me.”
He kissed my inner thighs then sucked my nipples. “Fine. But only because we are seeing your parents tomorrow. You’re safe—for now.”
As long as Cash was in my life, I’d always be safe.
Chapter Eight
♬
Cash Matthews
I thought I explored every inch and crevasse of my sexuality. There wasn’t anything I hadn’t done in the bedroom. I’ve done every position, every role-playing game, and every toy. There was n’t much left to discover—until Prudence.
She opened up a whole new realm for me. Having sex with her was more satisfying, intimate, and emotional than it had ever been before. When I was married, the sex was good but it wasn’t the same. Now when I looked at it in retrospect, I realized how shitty it was. But it was six years ago. Since then, I’ve chartered new territory.
But it was still exceptional with Prudence. When we were together, our minds were linked on an inexplicable level. I could feel myself inside her body. I knew everything she liked and didn’t like, but she didn’t need to tell me anything. I just knew.
And I loved making her feel good. I always made my women come because I wanted them to feel the same pleasure,
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