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Her fingertips press against her face, sliding and scraping over tired skin as she stares at too bright sun through the gap in her curtain. Rolling over her legs twist and tangle within the blankets, burrowing briefly for a moment before she shifts, irritated and hot and, onto her back. Her body was still sore, still aching, she should rest... staring at the ceiling, Cassandra remained still for another moment before moving suddenly.

She would rest later. Train now. Do... something.

Padding quietly across the floor, Cass grabbed the hem of an overly large shirt as she padded into the hall. Stretching up onto her toes as she shifted her bare arms over her head, Cass walked through the living area nose twitching slightly at the familiar sight. Dropping the shirt onto the counter, she bent down for a carton of juice before reaching up for a glass. Eyes glancing to the edge of her vision, she grabbed another glass before placing it on the counter.

"How love have you been here?" Cass murmured quietly, fingertips reaching behind her for his t-shirt before dragging it over her naked body. Raising an eyebrow, she pushed the glass across the counter. "Hn, what are you watching?"

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Her body hums with pleasure, her fingers tugging sharp in his hair as she stretched against the hardness of Kaine's muscles. She leaned into his hands, twitching against the feeling of his fingers against her clit as she pushed back against him and slammed down hard on his cock.

"Kaine," Her voice was barely a ragged whisper as her body shivered, desperate with need to come again and desperate for him to fuck her, to stay with her here like this.

It's so physical I don't want it to stop, I don't think I could stand it right now if she did. She's so tight around me and feels so good slamming against me. I can tell she doesn't just what this, she wants me. Somehow through all the lust and pleasure that comes through clearly.

"Come," I urge her, finger moving faster against her clit. It's not an ego thing, I don't need to prove to anyone I can please her. What I want is to make her feel good, to make her mad with pleasure as I thrust and pound my hips against her.

Her hands slip, nails dragging down the skin of his neck as her breath caught in her throat, making her gasp as his fingers slipped against her clit, driving her forward. She moaned his name, hands turning harder and sharper as she felt the wave of pleasure built and break. She came with his name on her lips, her body stiffening and tightening in his arms.

She felt safe there, safe and wanted. Safe to be herself, to truly be herself and not worry about harming him.

I love how she says my name as she comes and it triggers my own orgasm almost immediately, like hearing her call my name like that flipped a switch inside of me. I like the dull burning sensation of her nails scratching along my neck, a sign that she let herself go just a tiniest bit. Even as my mind almost goes blank with the pleasure of my orgasm I can hold on to that thought, that she let herself go with me just a bit.

I hold her close as we ride out our orgasms, not able to let go for all the world. Right now nothing feels as right as holding Cassandra close to me.

She smiles, soft and gentle, her face pressed against the sheet to hide it as he comes, as his body tenses and pulls against hers and becomes hers. She can't help the soft moan at her lips, she can't help the breathless way she sighs as holds her close. Her nails, hands relax before she squirms against him and turns to face him.

Stretching, she leans up to brush a kiss against his lips before wrapping her legs around his waist and moving suddenly so he is on top of her.

"Stay," A request. But mostly an order. She intends to keep him here for the moment, she'll keep him safe and then show him again with her body how to speak.

I don't even put up a token resistance as she maneuvers me so that I'm on top of her. Everything feels far too good for me to resist right now and I'm lost in a sort of blissful haze, where I just want to relax and enjoy this sensation.

"Stay," I agree, leaning down to kiss her soft but deep. I have absolutely no desire to leave right now, not with how good I'm feeling and how wonderful she looks.

"Good," She murmurs in reply. Her body stretches, straining up to meet his kiss before she curls her arms around his back and sighs, shifting beneath him. Her nails press against his back before she turns her head to brush a kiss against his neck showing him with her lips how she feels.

"I like how you talk."

After this, after showing me what she can do with her "words" I have to admit that I'm a fan of this style of communication. It will take me a while to get beyond just the basics of what she's trying to say, but so far I like it.

"That... was not talking. That was singing," Cass murmured stretching her body out beneath his and shifting. Her foot brushing along the back of his calf, her hand tracing against his back and her lips on his neck and chest.

"You have a beautiful voice," I murmur, kissing and nuzzling at her neck. She's right, that was beyond talking, something far, far more beautiful than talking.