When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 163

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“You are the only person in every room,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Always.”

The kiss started slowly, soft lips brushing, tasting, and remembering. Then it deepened. Cassienne’s hand slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. Dreston groaned quietly, pulling her closer until she was almost in his lap.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark with want. “I want you,” she said simply. “Right now.”

His breath hitched. “Here?”

She nodded, already reaching for his belt. “The drive is long. And I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

Dreston cursed under his breath as her fingers worked the buckle open. “Cass… you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” Her voice was shy but determined. “I’ve never done this before… but I want to make you feel good.”

She freed him from his trousers. He was already hard, thick and heavy in her hand. Cassienne licked her lips, nerves and excitement mixing in her belly.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip first-tentative, sweet. Then she opened her mouth and

took him in.

Dreston’s head fell back against the seat. “Fuck… Cass.”

She was inexperienced, but she was eager. Her lips wrapped around him tightly as she took him deeper, tongue swirling experimentally. She bobbed her head slowly, learning his taste, the weight of him on her tongue. Her cheeks hollowed on the upstroke, creating suction that made his hips jerk.

“Shit, just like that, baby,” he groaned, one hand gently threading through her waves without pushing.” Your mouth feels so fucking good. Warm… wet… perfect.”

Cassienne moaned around him. The sound vibrated through his length. Heat pooled between her own

thighs; her core twitched and clenched with every filthy word he whispered.

She felt powerful and desired. Wetness slicked her panties as she took him deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of her throat but refusing to stop.

Dreston’s free hand gripped the edge of the seat. “Jesus Christ… you’re gonna make me lose it. Look at you, my beautiful wife sucking me so good in the back of the car. I don’t deserve you.”

She pulled off for a second, lips shiny, breathing hard. “You do deserve me,” she whispered. “And I want all of you.”

Then she dove back down, faster now, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Her other hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing herself through the silk of her gown because she was aching.

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Dreston watched her, eyes half-lidded. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? I can hear how much you like this.”

She moaned again, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge.

“Cass, baby, I’m close,” he warned, voice strained. “If you keep going I’m gonna come in your mouth… but I want to be inside you. I need to spill myself inside you.”

She lifted her head, lips swollen and glistening. Without a word she climbed into his lap, straddling him.

The gown bunched around her hips as she pushed her panties aside. Dreston helped her, hands steady

on her waist.

She sank down slowly.

“Again,” he whispered. “Give me another one.”

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