Crayvin
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her bosom crying out in extract for me.
Hungrily, I swipe my tongue across my lips, our eyes studying one another before I drop my head and kiss her inner thigh. I plant two more kisses before reaching the dampness between her legs. I brush my tongue against her rosy bud and Cassandra lets out a loud moan and jerks up, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down, keeping her in place while I work my tongue around her clit. As her arousal builds on my tongue, she tastes better than I'd hoped, and I lick my tongue to savor it."Mmm," I groan against her pussy. "So fucking sweet."Cassandra is like a breath of fresh air, reminding me of one of my favorite smells. After it rains in Arizona, the creosote bushes give off this wonderful aroma. What a rainbow is to rain, is what Cassandra is to me. As a flush of excitement leaves her, she tastes of coconut and all things sweet.ICassandraLike a mouse, I am quiet sneaking out of Crayvin's house. I have five minutes before my Uber gets here to fix my hair and put last night's clothes back on. While pulling my underwear back up, I shiver, thinking of the way Crayvin pulled them down with his teeth. The heat starts to form between my thighs as I press them together.Good God, that was hot.I take one long look at the sleepy, naked man who'd given me two orgasms, then held my hand afterwards, and sigh.I don't know what this means for us, but that was by far the best sex I have ever had.With the way the sunlight creeps through the window, it hits his face just right, making him look warm and peaceful. Forcing myself to look away, I tiptoe down the stairs instead of crawling back into bed with him, grabbed my heels, said goodbye to Piggy, and leave.When I got home, the apartment was silent. It is 6:30 a.m. on a Wednesday, so either Tarra is off of work o
CassandraOur eyes lock on each other again. "Well, tell him," she says in a serious tone.My eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy? Do you not remember what happened the last time my feelings were exposed to him?"Tarra grabs the pillow from my chest. "You said he's changed. What if he feels the same and is just scared? You can't live life scared. That isn't you anymore. You're the badass police officer now. You fight crime, kick men's asses. So you can tell Crayvin how amazing your orgasm was, tell him that he gives you a cloner whenever you are with him, and then confess your undying love for him.""Always full of hope," I tease."Well, I hoped you would experience an orgasm one day, and look at how that turned out in your favor. I mean, shit, you are full on glowing." She giggles and hops off of the bed. "So tell me, was he bigger than Drew?"Biting my lip and trying not to laugh, I shush her and point to the bathroom. "T
CrayvinCassandra is like a fine whiskey; one that doesn't need a chaser after you take a shot. A whiskey that was so pure and delicious by itself that you can drink it on the rocks straight.No, not drink... sip. Then savor.She is like a fine whiskey you would order from the top shelf and not dare ruin it by adding coke to it, but by simply sipping what you get and enjoying every drop.Every minute that goes by for the remainder of our shift today is like torture to me. I have to remain professional when alone in the unit with her. I forcefully refrain myself from the piece of shit that we pull over and have to conduct a sobriety test on, while his eyes undress Cassandra's uniform.That is a tough one for me. Jealousy is not something I am familiar with.Or at least... not until her. That damned doe beauty, causing all kinds of problems for me and my heart."Crayvin?" My mom's voice fills my ears, interrupting my though
Cassandra"If you ever want to learn how to intimidate a guy, you need to meet my patient from yesterday," Tarra says as she readies herself for work.Usually, I would be gone for work by now, but since today is Friday, I officially start the night shift this evening. Meaning, I need to force myself to change my sleep schedule to sleeping during the day. Which is harder than you think when you have a sister like mine who has horrifying stories upon stories from her days at the hospital.Curling my knees up to my chest on the couch and snuggling against the soft blanket, I avert my eyes away from the TV towards my sister. She is currently pouring her coffee into a large thermos and wearing a suggestive smile.With one brow raised in amusement, I say, "Humor me."She twists the cap on her thermos, sealing the hot liquid inside before she walks into the living room and sits on the arm of the couch."We had a lady come in because sh
Cassandra"What was that all about in there?" Crayvin asks me once he fastens his seatbelt, jabbing his thumb back towards the station.I exhale, wondering the same fucking thing as I stare out the windshield and buckle myself up."Your guess is as good as mine." My eyes drift to him as I shrug my shoulders and turn the key, bringing the engine to life. "He asked me if you knew something? But I have absolutely no clue as to what he is talking about."Crayvin gives me a side glance, studying me as he blows out his cheeks. "Is there something you aren't telling me?" His voice is so tremulous when he asks.Yes.My subconscious says.My mouth though, lies, "No."He gives me a quizzical look, not believing my first answer.My daddy always said I was a bad liar. But this is one truth I don't ever want him to know. It is in the past. Buried... gone. Besides, how would Drew even know? Exactly, he can't because I never tol
CassandraEddie exhales in annoyance as he tilts his head back and swings the door open all the way, gesturing for Crayvin and me to step in. With a nod, Crayvin steps in first and I follow him.Extending my hand out, I shake Amy's hand. When her hand slips into mine, her long sleeve rises just enough for me to see the small cuts that cross her wrist. My eyes roam over to her neck where her mahogany locks lay, acting as a shield to hide the discoloration of the bruises. I squint my eyes to look harder and my eyes draw the form of a hand with the bruises around her throat.Those are definitely not hickeys."Ma'am, who all lives in the home?" I ask, looking away from her throat and meeting her cognac-colored, almond-eyes."J-just my boyfriend Eddie, me, and my son, Henry," she stutters."Is your son awake? May I see him?"I observe her eyes warily drift to Eddie before she looks back to me, slowly nodding her head and
CassandraFor every person, there is that one dessert that has to be given up when on a diet. That one dessert that you try convincing yourself you can take one bite of and then put it away, but once the flavor hits your tongue, you're scarfing down the entire thing.You know the one.In my case, my dessert was always cheesecake. And in this scenario, Crayvin is my cheesecake and one taste of him just isn't enough. I keep wanting more and more. I just hope that I won't regret it if I continue to indulge in him like I would if I kept eating cheesecake while on a diet.The outcome is never good if that happens.After that horrendous house call and our shift ended, I drove my truck home, grabbed my clothes, then went to Crayvin's. Tarra had already left for work by the time I got there, so I texted her to let her know I would be staying at Crayvin's. In the first text back, she said okay and that she loves me. In the second she said, "If he hurts you..." Then
Cassandra"Water is ready," he gestures to the shower. "After you, stinky girl."I feign shock and gasp. "Is that right? Well, I might just have to shower alone then if I stink so bad."With a small whimper, he pouts, jutting his bottom lip out as I step in the shower. "Aww, Peanut, please? I was only joking."I smirk and crook my index finger at him, signaling for him to come in. A giddy smile etches across his face as he steps in, making me laugh.The hot water hits my chest as I feel Crayvin's strong arms wrap around my waist from behind me. His hands slide up and down my thighs, and I can feel his groin pulsating with desire as it presses into my back. The feeling drives me wild and I turn around to face him. In the shower, he looks almost sexier than normal.Almost.Water drops fall like rivulets on his face, coating his boxed beard in the most delicious way. He moves his hand from my thighs to my face, cupping