Page 33 of Someone Like You

Giselle

Two Months Later

“ B aby, pullleez,” I whined and stretched my fingers out. When they gripped nothing but air, I snatched the pillow from his side of the bed and placed it over my head.

“Come on, Elle.” Casimir grunted and smacked me on the ass.

When my butt stung from his hit, I tossed the pillow off my head, sat up in bed, and glared at him. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“You promised, Giselle.”

“That was before you kept me up all night binge-watching all five of the Jason Bourne movies,” I whined.

He grinned at me and crawled onto the bed. I allowed the weight of his body to push me onto my back as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Aww, baby, you know you loved those movies as much as I did,” he whispered as he kissed me along my neck and face.

“I did, but I’m sleepy now.”

“I know, and we promised brunch for everyone, and they’ll be here by eleven.”

“What time is it now?” I groaned.

“Eight.”

“That’s three hours from now.”

“And we still have to run by the Farmer’s Market to pick up the fresh salmon,” he reminded me as his hands lifted my nightshirt.

“Bae,” I whined. “Can’t you please go get it?”

“Nope. You promised you’d go with me because you don’t like the cuts that I pick out,” Casimir replied as his fingers toyed with my nipple.

My head and my eyes may have begged for more sleep, but my body was wide awake and responsive to his touch.

“I trust your decision,” I lied as he used his knees to spread my legs apart.

They involuntarily wrapped around his back as my ass lifted off the bed. Casimir’s finger hooked into the waistband of my panties and tugged at them. I hooked my fingers inside the crotch and tugged them aside for him.

“You’re lying to me, Elle. You know what I do to bad girls who lie to me?” he asked as he shifted himself around.

“No,” I whispered as he pressed his erection against my opening.

“I fuck them, long . . . and hard,” he growled as he slipped into my wetness.

There would be no sleeping in today. My body welcomed Casimir’s takeover method as I flowered underneath him, spreading so that he could go deeper, and deeper he did go. His mouth caressed my lips gently even as he rammed himself inside of me with deep, hard, and furious thrusts.

“Ohhh, I’m sorry,” I whimpered as I took him in.

“Are you really?” he growled and nipped at the shell of my ear.

“Ohhh . . . God, no,” I moaned as he gyrated within my walls.

Casimir bit my bottom lip and licked my jawline before he moved back up to kiss me.

I pumped my hips up, needing and wanting more of him.

I felt that I couldn’t get enough and as if he couldn’t get close enough.

No matter how deep he went or how hard he thrust, I wanted him deeper and faster, and I told him so.

“Please, Cas.”

“Please what, Elle?” He murmured against my lips.

“Give it to me harder, deeper, faster. I need you.”

“You’ve got me. That’s not what you need. Tell me what you need, baby,” he instructed before he licked along the seam of my lips.

“I need you inside of me, Cas,” I begged and worked myself all around him.

“Is your heart mine, Elle?” he asked and sucked my top lip gently and then released it.

“Always and till the end of time,” I promised.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Casimir muttered and pulled out of me.

My eyes flew open at the sudden loss of contact.

Casimir grabbed my hips before I could say a word and flipped me over onto my belly.

His hands grabbed my hips and lifted them into the air as he pushed my face into my pillow.

He then grabbed my arms and positioned them above my head and straight out as though I were reaching for something.

“This is the position that I want you in. No touching. No falling. No talking. Let me get deep inside of you, baby, and give you what you need.”

I nodded as he spread my legs wide and entered me from behind.

The way that he filled me up and the way my arch went deeper was so rewarding and so fulfilling.

Casimir maintained a tight grip on my hips as he pummeled my insides, fucking me, not sexing me.

His thrusts and pumps were deep, hard, and fast, and I struggled to keep my cries inside.

A delicious sting spread across my backside, followed by his throaty, harsh command. “Give me that ass. Toss it back the way I like!”

I did exactly what he asked, working my hips tightly and circling my core around his erection.

When I heard him moan, I bounced my ass and took that dick like a champion would.

With every stroke he gave, I pushed my ass back against him until I heard him say, “Oh, shit, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. ”

He slid a finger inside of my ass as he continued to take me over and over again. The feeling of his finger back there was complete bliss and ecstasy. I was out of my mind with delirium as he took my body to new heights.

He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. Tapping my ass, he ordered, “Climb on top of me. I want to cum all inside of you, but I want to see your face as I do it. I want to see you cum as I fill you with my seed.”

I climbed on top of him and leaned over him to press my lips against his. Slowly, I slid down his shaft and allowed him to fill me up until it hurt so damn good.

“I love you so much, Casimir Perez,” I muttered against his lips.

“I love you more, Dr. Giselle Champagne.” He whispered against my lips before he thrust inside of me.

My love for him knew no bounds, and the way we met had been simply a path that brought us together. Our hearts were destined to become one. I was the only one who could heal his hurting heart, and he was the only one who could teach me to love again.

I rose and positioned myself over him once more and slid down. I cried out as he filled up my insides and grasped the sheet tightly in my hands. My teeth clenched together as I threw my head back in ecstasy.

We continued thrashing wildly as we poured out our desire for one another. A desire that had been borne of confusion, hurt, and pain but had turned into something so much sweeter.

Casimir’s hands gripped my throbbing breasts, and he tugged my nipples until I leaned over him again for him to lick, suck, and bite them. He moaned his pleasure and told me, “Girl, I can’t get enough of you.”

Those words released something wild inside of me, and I sat up and planted my hands on the canvas of his chest. I rocked and took what he gave as his arousal throbbed inside of me. As I gyrated and ground myself against him, I could take no more.

“Baby, I have to cum.”

His hand smacked my ass, and he pumped harder and deeper. “Give it to me, girl. Give it all to me,” he commanded and grabbed the back of my head.

I leaned down and kissed him again. A hot, passionate, telling kiss, which sealed the completion of the release of our passion. When I felt his hot seed filling me up, my heart burst with anticipation. We had discussed a lot of things in the last couple of months, including starting a family.

I nestled against his chest and stroked the sparse, silky hairs that clustered right in the middle.

I knew every inch of his body, every scar, every line, and every muscle.

I even knew the stories that came with every scar that was a part of him because I had cared enough to listen to and know his story.

“Casimir,” I called in a quiet voice.

It was almost as if I were afraid if I spoke any louder, my voice would carry throughout the city, telling all of Cherokee Springs our story.

Where the other residents of the bustling city were going about their early Saturday morning, I was enjoying making sweet love on a sultry day to the man of my dreams. A man who had been my client.

“Yeah?” He stroked my hair, his large hands palming my head whenever he returned to the top.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“I want to take a vacation, and I was wondering if there was any way that you could escape with me. I know that your business is growing, and you’ve got to be here, but I was just hoping.”

He released a deep sigh before pulling me closer into his arms. The scent of his Old Spice Pure Sport deodorant intermingled with our sweat gave off a sensual musk. I loved his scent.

“I will always make time for you and put you first, baby. How long?”

“A week.”

“Where are we going and when?

“Negril, in three months. I have several conferences, and that will be the first time that I can get away.”

“What the hell is in Negril?” he asked, lifting his head from the pillow slightly.

I twisted my head to look up at him and smiled.

“Jamaica.”

“I know where. But why there?”

“It’s beautiful. Relaxing. Far away from prying eyes.”

He sighed again. “You can have whatever you like.”

My heart lifted slightly. . . scared to reply to his comment for fear he would change his mind, or perhaps the universe would not agree with this arrangement. There had been so many factors against us from the start that now that things were smoothing out, I was scared to dream about happy endings.

“Did you hear me, Giselle?”

“Uh, yeah . . .” I whispered with a soft breath.

“Why do you sound so uncertain?”

I eased out of his arms, propped myself up on my elbow, and stared down at him.

“I’m having a hard time believing how freely we are allowed to go out in public now.”

He lifted slightly and kissed my lips, staring at me from half-closed lids.

“I promised you that I would always love and protect you, and I meant that. I always got you, girl. I’ve got your back, and I always will.”

“Thanks, baby.” I smiled, pushing him down once more and straddling him.

His was the love of a lifetime, one I had not experienced before.

I was willing to go all in for him because he gave unselfishly to me.

He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world to him, something I didn’t even have with Elijah.

I could not get enough of Casimir, his hands, his love, his taste, his scent, or any parts of him. Anytime I came near him, my pheromones were off the chart, and it had been that way since the first time we met.

“Let’s get up and head out to the Farmer’s Market so we can feed these folks,” he instructed and slapped me on the ass.

“Okay,” I groaned.

“Race you to the shower!” he shouted and jumped out of bed.

“Mmkay.” I muttered and closed my eyes again.