WANT (completed)

ch. 21 | Breaking Down

CASSANDRA'S POV

As soon as we get inside, I slip off my heels, wiggling my toes as they meet the cool hardwood flooring. It's cold against my feet, but I don't mind, because my feet were stuck in there most of the day, apart from when I had them off while in the office.

Asa locks the door behind us, helping me out of my coat and removing his own suit jacket. My eyes examine him, his white shirt is thin, showing off his toned figure and the dark marks of his tattoos are peaking through the fabric.

"I was thinking we could talk abou-" Asa starts, but as soon as I know where he's headed with this, I cut him off by pressing my lips against his firmly. His hands grab onto my waist, and he doesn't hesitate to kiss me back. But after a few seconds, he pulls his face back, looking at me with furrowed brows.

"Wait, Cas. I really think we should talk about this," he says, and I shake my head, moving closer to him, pressing my body to his. My hands press to his chest lightly, traveling down his toned body, towards the hem of his pants.

"We can talk after," I whisper against his lips, looking up at him with big, round eyes. I don't want to talk right now. Not at all. Right now, all I want is him. I know the second we start talking about it, I'm going feel bad, for one reason or another, and I don't want that right now.

"I want you," I mumble as I press my lips to his again, my fingers fumbling with the button on his slacks. As soon as I get it undone, I tug at his shirt, untucking it from his slacks. He doesn't stop me.

Asa reciprocates the kiss, falling into a rhythm with me quickly. Without breaking our kiss, he guides me backwards until I feel myself press against the edge of the dining table. "Fuck it," he whispers, pushing my pencil skirt up and grabbing my ass. 

A moan escapes my lips as I feel his touch on my bare skin. I clamp my eyes shut, wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Asa parts his lips from mine, beginning to move across my cheek and down my jaw. My head falls to the side, allowing him to trail kisses down my neck as he unbuttons my blouse. I feel the fabric loosen around my body, and his hands on my shoulder, pushing it off of me.

"Are you sure?" Asa mumbles against my skin, pressing soft kisses on my shoulder. I nod, throwing my head back as he nibbles on my skin gently.

"Asa, please. I need you right now," I whimper, begging him to hurry up.

He doesn't respond, but instead spins me around, bending me forward onto the table. His lips press against my bare shoulder, trailing kisses across my back. Asa's hand comes back to my thigh, sliding my skirt up and hooking onto my panties, pulling them down.

He pushes me forward and I hear the zipper of his pants, and seconds pass before he's pressed against me again. A small gasp escapes me as he enters me quickly, my hands slamming down onto the surface of the table.

His movements are slow, and I close my eyes, needing more from him. I need him to make me feel something more. "Harder," I beg, feeling one of his hands cup my hip as he other presses down on my bare back, help me arch it.

"Baby," Asa groans, slamming into me, but I can tell that he's trying to be gentle at the same time. Especially as he moves my hair off of my back and to the side to kiss my shoulder again in-between thrusts.

"Keep going," I let out, grinding back against him, wanting him to give me more. Why is he holding back? I don't understand. Shouldn't he want to destroy me? I want him to take away all my pain, or at least some of it, but he's not giving into me.

"Cas..." Asa trails off, his voice making it clear that he's hesitant. I shake my head, refusing to turn around and look at him. He begins to slow down his thrusts, and I throw my head back, slightly annoyed with the fact that he's not giving into me.