Cassian, sweaty and slightly breathless, poured himself a glass of water with unsteady hands. He drank it in one go, standing in the room completely bare. Pouring another glass, he turned his gaze to Cassandra, who lay sprawled on the bed, equally bare. One hand rested on her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Her sweat-covered body gleamed in the dim light, droplets tracing down her toned, muscular frame, gathering at her navel, and disappearing into her damp, untamed bush—a sight both sensual and commanding.
His eyes lingered on her full, plump chest, which rested just slightly to the sides but maintained a perfect, enticing shape. "Drink some water," he said, his voice soft yet insistent as he offered her the glass.
The sky outside had already darkened, marking the end of a long, intense session that had begun at noon.
Cassandra was utterly exhausted, having barely taken a few minutes' rest between her countless climaxes. Whether it was her taking control and riding Cassian or him dominating her, their passion had consumed nearly the entire afternoon and stretched well into the evening.
Cassandra sat up, taking the glass from Cassian with a quiet "Thanks..." before emptying it in one long gulp. Cassian, still standing with the water jug in hand, watched her finish and asked, "Want some more?"
She nodded, and he poured her another glass while adding with a chuckle, "Also, do you want some food? We haven't eaten anything all day except those bland fish this morning."
Setting the jug aside, he moved to sit behind her, his hands instinctively reaching for her breasts as he kissed her neck. Cassandra gave him a tired but amused smile, glancing back at him. "Don't you ever get tired?" she asked, her voice laced with exhaustion and a hint of teasing.
"I do, which is why I stopped to think about food," Cassian replied with a smirk, pulling her closer and letting his hands roam over her abs. Though at rest, they were still firm, and he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of them under his touch.
Cassandra chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, now that you've had your enough fill of me, what would you like to eat next?" she asked, smiling as her stomach gave a small rumble, which Cassian's hands likely noticed too.
Cassian raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised. Her tone was light and flirtatious, a stark contrast to her earlier hesitation. It dawned on him that she might have grown accustomed to the idea of their intimacy, no longer burdened by embarrassment or guilt of sleeping with her sister's boyfriend.The ease in her demeanor, especially compared to their first encounter, made him wonder if he had crossed a line in normalizing their situation.
Cassian grinned, clearly pleased with her growing comfort. Leaning in, he gently sucked on her ear before murmuring, "Who said I've had enough? I could eat you forever and still never be satisfied." His voice was low and teasing, and before she could respond, he captured her lips in a hungry, wet kiss, his tongue exploring hers with unrestrained fervor.
Cassandra responded with equal intensity, her lips moving in sync with his as his hands roamed her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his softened member pressing against her back, and to her surprise, it began to harden again. Breaking the kiss with wide eyes, she looked at him in disbelief.
"You brat!" she exclaimed, half-amused and half-exasperated. "Can't you let me rest for a bit? How are you getting hard this fast after shooting so much cum?"
Cassian smirked mischievously, his hands suddenly squeezing her breasts with a firm, unexpected roughness. Cassandra's face twisted into a mix of surprise and pleasure as a loud, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
"It does what it wants," he said with a playful shrug, his tone dripping with amusement. His fingers found her sensitive nipples, giving them a teasing pinch that drew another moan from her. Leaning closer, he continued in a low, sultry voice, "And right now, it's missing your pussy and wants to be back in it."
As Cassian squeezed her nipples hard once more, drawing another moan from her lips, Cassandra's expression shifted. A flicker of irritation crossed her face as she pried his hands off her, turning to glare at him.
"I'm tired. Let me rest for a bit, you horn dog," she said sharply. Then, her lips curved into a sly, almost teasing smile, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Your thing can go back in there after we eat. If it can't wait, go use your hand."
Cassian's expression shifted to one of mock pleading, his lips forming a pout as he watched her escape his grasp. Surprised but amused, he managed to catch her hand before she could get too far. With a playful yet slightly desperate tone, he said, "Hey, don't do that. How about you suck it while we wait for the food to come to our room?"
Cassandra looked back at him, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Seeing his big red eyes staring at her with a puppy-like pleading expression, she sighed in defeat.
"Fine," she muttered, rolling her eyes but smiling. "I'll do it. Now stop looking at me like a lost puppy."
Cassian's face lit up with a bright smile at her response. He pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around her, and playfully bit her stomach. The sudden action drew another surprised moan from her lips.
"You're the best, detective," Cassian said with a teasing grin, his tone dripping with affection and mischief. "It makes me want to keep going until tomorrow night—and maybe even longer if I don't pass out."
Cassandra's expression shifted instantly, her eyes narrowing in mock irritation. She grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks between her hands to force him to meet her angry glare. Cassian blinked in surprise at her sudden assertiveness.
"Don't make me kick you out of this room," she said firmly, her tone sharp yet laced with a hint of playfulness. "We're done after tonight. Once midnight strikes, whether you're inside me or not, you're not getting back in there ever again. Got it?"
"Why do you eat so many fruits?" Cassandra asked as she climbed back onto the bed, having just written the order on the message relay board.
"Because they're delicious..." Cassian replied, lying back, anticipation building as he awaited her attention.
In response, she moved closer, positioning herself on her hands and knees over him, her body hovering above him as her eyes on top of his member.
"I'm only doing this because you're being stubborn, and I don't like your constant begging," she said, her voice firm. "So don't ask me again..."
She lowered herself slightly, her chest brushing against his legs as her lips hovered near him, her hands gently exploring.
The scent of it made her mouth water, despite knowing how much it had affected her, how deeply it had released its essence, and how intensely she had orgasmed on it many time. And still she didn't find it disgusting to lick such a thing. Moistening her tongue, she gently traced it along, letting the saliva trail down, before carefully giving the tip a thorough lick.
Seeing such a strong-willed woman stirred something deep within Cassian, causing him to momentarily lose the contorl on his orgasm. As with intense focus, with her butt rasied hight, Her muscular, wide back down it, and her breasts brushed against his leg. It surprised him how much control he had to maintain, though he found himself wanting to savor the moment a little longer.
He tried hard to hold back, his focus wavering as Cassandra, while seated, grew more relaxed. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she ran a long stroke upward, the action smooth and sensual. She coated it with her spit, savoring the moment, tasting both of them as she did. There was a subtle satisfaction in the taste, something that felt almost addictive. She couldn't help but enjoy it—every touch, every sensation seemed to heighten her desire.
Eagerly, she shifted to the other side, giving it another long, slow lick, her tongue moving with precision. She couldn't resist the soft slurping sound as she applied a gentle suction with her lips, the intimacy of the moment building with each movement. It was as though time had slowed, and she was lost in the sensations, her body responding to the rhythm they had created together.
Her tongue moved with purpose, slurping around it as her lips joined in, drawing out the flavor of both of them. Cassian couldn't imagine anything better in the moment—though Lucy might have set a higher bar, he had no complaints about Cassandra's skill. She worked with eager determination, coating his length with her saliva.
Her ethereal beauty, reminiscent of a swan or an elf, was a striking contrast to his less-than-perfect member. Her velvety soft lips, wet and impossibly smooth, moved gracefully against its uneven, veiny crude surface. Cassian felt as though he were in a heaven of pleasure, overwhelmed by the surreal sensation. There was an almost indescribable thrill in knowing that a woman this breathtaking was willingly indulging in something so disgusting process, all by her own choice.