Chapter 92 Help Me Take a Bath
Cassidy raised her hand to push Easton away, but he held her neck firmly, refusing to let go. She had no choice but to accept his kiss.
After a while, Easton finally released her.
His fingers brushed against her skin, the calluses scraping lightly, causing her to instinctively shrink back.
He leaned in slightly, pressing his forehead against hers, their noses touching, inhaling her scent.
Cassidy's eyelashes fluttered gently. They were so close that when she blinked, her lashes brushed against Easton, making him chuckle.
"Hey, babe, help me take a bath."
His voice was soft, like a lover's whisper, enticing Cassidy to nod in agreement.
Easton let go of Cassidy, allowing her to enter the bathroom to run the water.
Warm water flowed over her hands and down her arms into the tub, quickly filling the room with steam.
As she ran the water, Cassidy took off her clothes and put on one of Easton's shirts, wearing nothing underneath.
Once she finished changing, she called Easton into the bathroom.
Although Easton had asked Cassidy to help him bathe, as soon as he entered the bathroom, he scooped her up into his arms.
Cassidy's back collided with Easton's chest, the heat from his body searing her skin.
Cassidy let out a scream, "My clothes! They are all wet!"
Easton held her tightly, one arm around her waist, the other hand on her chest, his head buried in her neck.
"If they're wet, then take them off."
Easton nibbled on Cassidy's ear. "You put on my shirt just so I could take it off, didn't you?"
Cassidy's ears turned red instantly. Though she had indeed intended to seduce Easton, hearing him say it out loud still made her feel shy.
She turned to look at Easton's face, her lips accidentally brushing against his, leading to another inevitable kiss.
Her mouth was warm and moist, and he drank from it like a man finding a refreshing spring, greedily sucking and swallowing.
But soon, Cassidy took control of the kiss, her nimble tongue exploring his mouth, their breaths mingling, causing her chest to rise and fall.
Easton's hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, finding her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh, conveying his desire.
His other hand reached into the water, touching Cassidy's tightly closed folds.
Both hands found their targets, and Easton let out a low laugh.
If he remembered correctly, Cassidy had been fully dressed when he returned.
But now, she was wearing only his shirt, with nothing underneath.
So, she was deliberately trying to seduce him?
Realizing this, Easton's mood brightened.
His calloused fingertips gently stroked Cassidy's pussy, making her gasp, though the sound was muffled by his lips.
He continued to caress her lips in the water, Cassidy's breaths growing more rapid.
It had been days since they last made love, and her body seemed even more sensitive.
She instinctively grabbed Easton's arm. "Stop, please."
But her strength was too weak to stop him.
He didn't stop, instead rubbing her clitoris.
"Baby, don't be so contradictory."
"Look at how wet you are. Do you really want me to stop?"
Cassidy's chest rose and fell, soft moans escaping her lips.
Easton's fingers kept moving, stirring inside her, the slickness coating his hand even as the bathwater tried to wash it away.
Cassidy glanced at the fluid on Easton's fingers, quickly looking away, her face flushed.
His hand found her wet entrance again.
"Baby, I'm going in."
He had been calling her "baby" a lot lately. The word from his lips carried an indescribable tenderness, making it impossible for Cassidy to refuse.
His fingers slowly entered her, Cassidy gripping his arm, her chin lifting as she moaned.
Her tight, warm walls enveloped his fingers.
"Has it been too long since we made love? You're so tight again."
Her legs were forced apart, trembling as his fingers moved.
"It feels so strange."
Cassidy's face was flushed, one finger not satisfying her, making her feel even more uncomfortable.
She couldn't help but squirm, seeking more.
Easton held her close, his fingers continuing to move inside her, digging and scraping.
Sensing her desire, Easton added another finger, quickly thrusting both in and out of her.
As his fingers moved, more fluid flowed from Cassidy's body.
"Too fast, slow down."
Her moans became more seductive and sharp.
Easton's hand didn't slow down, instead moving faster.
The water in the tub churned, Cassidy clinging to Easton's arm across her chest to avoid slipping into the water.
Easton kissed her face, his fingers still rapidly thrusting inside her.
Cassidy's cheeks were flushed, her mouth slightly open, forced to endure everything Easton gave her.
Suddenly, her hips tightened, her thigh muscles tensed.
With a high-pitched scream, a gush of fluid sprayed from her.
Easton quickly withdrew his fingers, watching the fluid mix with the bathwater.
Cassidy's cheeks were bright red, her chest heaving, clearly exhausted.
Easton lifted Cassidy from the tub, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, resting obediently against him.
As Easton walked, she could feel his erection poking her butt.
Cassidy was placed on the bed, Easton's hot lips kissing her again.
She instinctively closed her eyes, letting Easton take control.
He pressed heavily on her, his hot kisses moving to her neck.
Easton bit her neck, licking and sucking, soon leaving a noticeable mark.
Seeing the red mark he had made, Easton smiled contentedly.
Then Easton leaned down, sucking on her full breasts, hearing Cassidy's soft moans.
One hand guided his erection, the tip rubbing against her wet entrance, teasing her.
Cassidy moaned, opening her eyes to watch his expression, but at that moment, Easton suddenly thrust inside her.
Cassidy screamed, her hands gripping his arms, tears streaming from her eyes, hitting his chest.
"It hurts!"
How could he suddenly thrust so hard?
Did he want her to feel the pain of tearing again?