When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 284

Chapter Two Hundred And Eighty–Four: On Your Side, Baby

“On your

side, baby,” he said softly, helping her roll so she faced away from him. He spooned behind her, one arm sliding beneath her neck, the other wrapping around to cradle her belly. The position kept all pressure off her stomach while letting him press flush against her back. He notched the thick head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in with one long, careful glide.

They both groaned. She was so wet, so hot, so tight around him that his vision blurred for a second. He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulder, the

shell of her ear.

“You feel like heaven,” he rasped. “Missed this. Missed you squeezing me like this.”

He began to move–slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive inch inside her. Each thrust was measured, powerful but tender, the angle perfect for hitting that spot again and again. His hand slid down to circle her clit in lazy strokes, syncing with the rhythm of his hips.

Cassienne’s moans grew louder, unrestrained. “DT…please–oh f*ck—”

“I’ve got you,” he growled, nipping her earlobe. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Scream for me.”

He picked up the pace just enough and still careful, still protective–but the strokes grew longer, deeper, until the wet slap of skin filled the room.

He sucked a mark onto the side of her neck while his fingers worked her clit faster. Her second orgasm crashed over her without warning; she clamped down around him, back arching, a raw scream of his name tearing from her throat. “Dreston! DT–yes–DT!”

He rode her through it, teeth gritted, fighting his own release. When she started coming down, he pulled out gently, flipped her onto her back with pillows stacked beneath her hips for support, and slid back inside in one fast thrust. Now he could watch her face. He hooked her legs over his arms, keeping them spread wide but bent so nothing pressed on her belly. The new angle made her eyes roll back.

He fucked her like that for what felt like hours an hour, slow, grinding circles of his hips that made her feel every thick inch, then sudden deep plunges that had her clawing at his shoulders.

He leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans, then pulled back to watch her breasts bounce with each thrust. He bent to suck one nipple into his mouth again, hard enough to make her sob with pleasure.

“Again,” he commanded against her skin. “Come for me again, Cass. I want to feel you fall apart around my c*ck.”

She did–shuddering, screaming, chanting his name like a mantra. “DT–DT–DT–oh my God, DT!”

Sweat slicked their bodies. The room smelled of sex and her sweet perfume. He kept going, switching positions again–her on top now, straddling him carefully while he held her hips and guided her.

She rode him slow and deep, hands braced on his chest, head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrust up to meet her, one hand on her belly, the other between her legs, thumb pressing firm circles on her clit until she shattered a fourth time, milking him so perfectly he almost lost control.

Chapter Two Hundred And Eighty–Four On Your Sides, Berbay

But he held back. He wanted this to last.

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Finally, he eased her onto her side once more, spooning her tight, and let himself chase release. His thrusts grew faster, still controlled, still tender, but edged with desperation. He buried his face in her hair, one hand cupping her breast, the other stroking between her thighs.

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