Page 46 of Strawberry Cake

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, precum mixing with the lube and slicking her up even further

She whimpered. “Take it slow, baby.”

He needed every ounce of restraint he possessed to hold himself still while Hope adjusted. She was so tight, he almost blew on the spot.

“You’re doing so well, giving me what I’m craving.”

Hope rocked back into him, and he gave a slow thrust of his hips. “So, fucking tight.”

“Don’t stop, baby,” she begged, and he shuddered. As much as he loved begging for her, it was just as pleasing to hear. “Go a little faster.”

He couldn’t have slowed if he tried. It was hell to keep himself from coming instantly. The whimpers that escaped her were soft and sweet, a melody he’d grown addicted to. “You feel so good, little thief.”

“More,” she begged. “Please, baby.”

How could he resist? While his grip tightened around her waist he pressed further. Then her whole body trembled and fell limp, a soft cry escaping her. “Too much?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she whispered, a waver in her voice.

Fuck. Had he hit her sweet spot? Just thinking about it had him ready to come. He rolled his hips, grazing that spot again and the resulting moan had his cock jumping. Holding off would be so fucking hard. He found a rhythm, pumping his hips and making her emit those beautiful noises over and over. Addicted, he couldn’t wait, loving how she trusted him so deeply that she gave herself to him entirely.

“You feel so good,” he breathed, his cock thrusting into her.

Hope was completely limp, her body his to please—touse. He reached his hand around her and searched for the vibrator that she’d dropped. With it in hand, he placed it over her clit once more.

“No,” she gasped, attempting to jolt away.

“Please, little thief. I want to feel it inside of you.”

Hope panted, but spread her thighs for him to push the vibrator into her. Immediately he jerked, feeling the vibration through her walls tickling his oversensitive cock.

“Fuck I’m going to come.”

Hope fought for each breath, his cock slamming into her. “I’m yours, baby.”

He thrust fast and hard, careful not to bury himself completely. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he desperately needed the release. His fingers tingled, gripping her hip like a vice as his orgasm crashed into him, fierce and relentless. His body wasn’t his own, aftershocks trembling the muscles and his cock pulsing until he was sure there’d be nothing left. He stilled, wrapping his arms tight around her.

“Don’t pull out,” she breathed. “We’re going to make a mess.”

She leaned into him as he spoiled her with lots of kisses. “You okay?” he asked, afraid he’d taken it too far.

She nodded, pulling the vibrator from her pussy and turning it off. “Loved every second of it.”

He held her for a while before she moved, pushing some fabric between them and then climbing out of bed. In the dim light he saw her use her panties to stop his cum from dribbling down her thighs. He scolded himself for not having tissues close by and made a mental note to add some to their stash. He rolled onto his back and before he could reach for his chair, Hope returned with a wet cloth for him.

God,he loved her.

He practically froze. That thought scared him to death. They’d only just met and he was head over heels in love with her. But how else would one describe that cosy, heart-fluttering feeling she gave him by doing the simplest of tasks. Because that’s what she was doing: making him feel comfortable and cared for without it being a burden. Not once had she made him feel inadequate or incapable.

Hope kissed his cheek before returning to the bathroom to wash the toys, then she collected their dirty clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper.

Once she’d climbed back in bed, he held her tight as she slipped into sleep, his thoughts still buzzing around the thought of loving her. Was it really that easy to fall in love? And to fall so fast?

He dozed off himself, his mind dizzy from the words swirling there. He only woke back up when his phone started ringing. He groaned, frustrated to be woken so rudely.

Hope stirred too and suppressed a yawn. “Everything okay?”

Decan fumbled for the offending device and checked the screen. “Yeah, just my mom.” He kissed her and made sure to tuck her back in after leaving the bed. “Sleep a little longer.”