finally took my tongue out of her and slid up her body, lifting her legs over my arms and gliding into her in one smooth move. It was heaven.
Somehow, maybe because I had her taste on my tongue to help cage the beast, I was able to go slow. There was no rush when I kissed her, and my hands were somewhat gentle on her ass though just the feel of it made my cock want to go on a rampage inside her.
She was soft and sweet and so adorable the way she followed my tongue with hers. I was getting into the groove once again of slow fucking her. And then she pulled a fast one. Her pussy walls closed in around me and squeezed. I felt a tickling sensation around the head of my cock as it rubbed against her spot with her actions and lost my shit again.
By the time I started shooting off inside her, her screams ricocheting off the walls in the shower stall, my hips jackhammering harder and faster with each thrust, it was too late to pull out, which had been my plan. She had a death grip on me with her arms and legs, and inside, her pussy had me trapped.
I had to hold her up when we both came back to our senses because her legs were weak; mine wasn’t doing much better, but I barely had enough strength to drag her out of there and get us both dressed in time for her final gift of the night. Of everything that we’d shared in the last day and a half, nothing pleased me more than when she bypassed all of the expensive shit I’d bought her and snagged one of my tee shirts to put on.
She coupled it with a pair of sleep shorts she’d bought with the sole purpose of making me mental, I’m sure, and flitted around the room like she was on speed while I needed a ten-hour nap. “Come on you.” I snagged her around the middle and lifted her in my arms before heading out the door.
The place was quiet since the staff had left. I took her to the media room and opened the doors leading to the balcony to let the night breeze off the ocean come in, then turned back to the TV. I felt nervous as hell as the person on the other end came into view. We exchanged pleasantries while my girl looked on confused.
The scenery changed within seconds as I sat down beside her on the couch and drew her into my side so we could watch together. Shit, I forgot the popcorn. “This place looks familiar. What is this?” She ate up the screen with her eyes, and I could feel the excitement building in her tiny frame. My baby is a diehard fangirl for this shit.
“It’s a live virtual tour of the Chateau Chambord, the place the castle in Beauty and the Beast was based on.”
“Really?” I smiled at her eyes wide look of awe.
On the screen, Cherise, the French woman I’d hired, carried on her narrative in heavily accented English, going from room to room and pointing out things that were seen in the movie.
In the background were staff members dressed as Disney characters; I paid extra for that.
Cassie went nuts when she saw the ballroom. She really likes this shit. I’m glad that I never laughed at her love for the movie or discredited it in any way in her eyes.
It was obvious that she was serious about her love for the show and all things Beauty and the Beast. I’d seen this behavior with my sisters enough to know that it’s a female thing. Women tend to cling to things from their childhood, anything that holds fond memories for them.
Jace would eviscerate ten states to get Sian some shit she wanted, and Track’s no better with his girl. Shane and Jared are a bit more low-key than that. Not that they don’t go above and beyond for their women, it’s just that Jace and Track have always been a bit…more.
Come to think of it; maybe it’s because Belle and Tammy haven’t quite come to terms with who they are and what they mean to their men. Because from what I remember, Jared and Shane aren’t much better in the crazy stakes when it comes to pleasing their women.
Now I see why. The joy they get out of simple shit is humbling. But when you’re