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“Do it again,” I said. I wanted to see if the first response would repeat a second time.
“Sure, babe.” He drew my nipple into his mouth and bit it again, a little harder this time.
I gasped. “That’s surprisingly pleasurable.”
He didn’t speak. He just flicked his tongue over my nipple and found the zipper on the back of my dress. He worked it down with both hands. It sounded very loud in the quiet room. I shivered a little as the dress gaped open.
The house wasn’t cold. I just wasn’t used to having hands brush over my back.
But when I would have thought he would pull the dress over my head he just eased his hands inside it and caressed my lower back, and the swell of my ass. I didn’t understand Cain’s choreography. It was an odd sensation for someone who loves control. It didn’t allow me to completely relax. Yet, I knew he had to be the one in charge, because he was the one with the experience.
Cain pressed both of my nipples together to suckle them both simultaneously, which felt good, but was also odd enough that I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Nor did I understand his motivation. What was in that for him? Did all men do that? I wasn’t sure if that was standard procedure or not.
“You’re thinking again,” he said, his breath tickling my flesh.
I had no defense. It was the truth. “Does it matter?”
He nodded. “Yes, it matters. You’re supposed to feel, not dissect.”
It felt like a criticism. I sank back on his thighs, away from his cock. “I told you I don’t know what to do.” My dress felt stupid bunched up at the hem and yanked down at the top and flapping open in the back. I pulled it back over my breasts, not wanting to be so exposed.
“Tell me what you like.” Cain brushed my hair back off my cheek and buried his hand in my locks. “And do whatever feels right, Sophie.”
“I don’t know what feels right.” I didn’t. Rocking on him felt good but it wasn’t what I needed. I didn’t know how to advance what we were doing to the next level.
My best friend Cassie always told me, when in doubt with a guy, suck his dick. That seemed like a good solution for my current dilemma. If I did that, he would want intercourse fairly quickly. It was foolproof. I shifted back off him.
“Where are you going?”
“Down here.” I dropped down onto the carpet, trying not to wonder when it had last been deep-cleaned. I reached for his jeans.
But Cain stopped me. He shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to do that.”
That puzzled me. Again. “Why not?”
“Because you’re doing it to take the focus off of you. I don’t want that for you.” He cupped my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you even know that?”
Without meaning to, I shook my head. “My sister is beautiful.”
“Your sister looks like a million other blondes. You are completely unique and I find you fucking gorgeous.”
The intensity of those blue eyes was almost overwhelming. I felt something swell in me that I didn’t understand. It felt like he was offering me…acceptance. That was more than I had been expecting to get and it caught me completely off guard. I could drown in those blue eyes if I wasn’t careful. I could feel him prying open the door to my defenses whether he meant to or not.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “But I swear I didn’t mean for you to give me compliments.”
“They’re freely given. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
I was on the floor still, leaning against his knees. His hands still enveloped me, and I hated myself for feeling whatever it was I was feeling. Emotion. So messy and complicated. The room was dim, and I couldn’t see him as clearly as I wanted to behind the stupid-ass false eyelashes. I kept blinking and it was annoying. Reaching up I peeled one off and slapped it down onto the side of my beer bottle. It stuck there.
“Ow, doesn’t that hurt?” he asked, astonished.
“No. It just tugs. And I want to be able to see you without fake hair impairing my vision.” I removed the other one and set it beside the first on the bottle.
Cain looked like he was fighting the urge to laugh. He lifted the bottle and tilted it. “Jesus. How do girls wear those things?”
“I have no idea.” I pressed my eyelids to ease the slight sting. “That’s better. Now I can see you clearly.”
He took a sip of the beer then set it back down. He studied me. “You look better natural. You don’t need all that crap.”
