The burning need has ebbed some with my orgasm, no longer feeling the need to consume her like I did before. That isn't to say I'm satiated, not by far, but the frentic pace doesn't seem quite so necessary.

Or maybe that's just the effect of Cassandra and her surprisingly light touches, the way they pet at and caress at me. Once again I'm shocked at how easy it is for me to understand what she's saying with her kisses and movements.

As she lowers herself onto my cock I let out a low moan of pleasure. I rise up to meet her, hips thrusting in and out with long, powerful strokes. I'm still holding her close, hands sliding back down to grip her ass, but all I want now is to feel my body against hers and feel that connection with her.