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The word made me smile.
“What has you grinning?” Cain asked, reaching up to stroke his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I’m just enjoying myself.” Wordplay was not worth discussing right this moment. I had more important things for him to concentrate on.
“Good.” Cain was over me, a dark, sexy shadow in the dim room. I couldn’t really read his expression, but he looked serious, intense. He eased my panties down over my hips, my knees.
They disappeared over my feet and I felt decadently naked, goosebumps rising on my skin in spite of the warm room. It was more from the shiver of knowing that I was one hundred percent bare to him. His bed was soft, bereft of blankets. I was just on a threadbare sheet that caressed my naked flesh. I didn’t sleep in the nude ever and this was an odd but delicious sensation. Cain’s hand eased between my legs and I shifted to accommodate him, wanting him to get me off. I felt more than ready.
He stroked my clit, sliding his thumb down to tease at my folds. I was wet and he gave a soft groan of approval. “You want this, don’t you?” he asked. “You want my cock.”
“Yes.”
His finger stroked deeply, increasing in tempo slightly. I moaned.
“You can’t have it yet,” he said.
Which was flat out insulting because I could feel it pressing against my leg. I understood now why people claimed dicks were throbbing. His was doing something when I reached down between us and palmed its thickness in my fist. “No?” I asked. “I can’t have this?”
He swore under his breath. “Not yet.” He pushed my hand away and nipped at my breast before trailing his lips down over my stomach.
Before I could stop him, he was flicking his tongue over my clit. I jerked and tried to clamp my legs shut. This was new territory for me, because one, my college boyfriend was secretly gay, so going down on me wasn’t going to be at the top of his list. But two, I have obsessive feelings about hygiene and this seemed like a rather unfortunate placement for his face. I knew women in general loved being on the receiving end but I just felt weird and self-conscious. Was it any different really than him burying his head in my armpit? It seemed that technically, no, it wasn’t offering anything different from less quote unquote desirable parts of my body.
“Sophie.” He paused to glance up at me, my thighs squeezing his face so tightly his cheeks and mouth were bulging. “This isn’t an MMA match. Ease up on your grip.”
I was mildly embarrassed but mostly determined to skip this part. “I don’t want to do this.”
He went still. “This? Like, all of this?”
“No, just this.” I gestured wildly to his head. It was so awkward to have him between my legs. I felt like I was birthing a six-foot-one hottie. No one could genuinely enjoy it. “I’ve never done this. I don’t like it.”
For a second Cain just stared at me. “Never?”
I shook my head.
I thought he would move away and I lay back down, relieved it might be over and we could go back to where his fingers were doing intriguing things to me, when instead he clamped my legs down. I let out a shriek and tried to smack at his head. “Cain.”
I meant to say stop or no because without warning his mouth dropped onto my clit and he sucked and I saw stars. Legitimately, something inside my entire being shifted, an earthquake of epic proportions. “I don’t think that…” Whatever I was going to say was lost when his tongue lathed down my slit and teased inside me.
“That’s right, don’t think.”
“I don’t…” This time I lost the thought even earlier as he slipped a finger inside my heat, working his tongue and finger in tandem.
His free hand snaked up and his thumb and forefinger rolled my nipple between them. I groaned.
“I…” There was nothing. No words. No thoughts. Just confusion and arousal and hot, wet want.
My eyes rolled back. My head fell to the side. My thighs drifted open, relaxed. Easy. There it was again. Easy. Everything with Cain could be easy if I just let it be. He didn’t speak. He just let his tongue do the talking. I couldn’t have explained or described the precise mechanics of what he was doing, I just felt like he was everywhere. He licked and sucked and stroked. Pussy, clit, nipples. Even though I felt frantic, his movements were steady, controlled, never rushed, never lazy.
Briefly I watched the top of his head, his dark hair the only thing really visible, but then I fell backward, staring at the ceiling from beneath half-closed eyes. I tried to count the strokes. The licks. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold on to anything except the overwhelming sensation of wet, tingling awesomeness. It shocked me to the core, literally, when I came in a big, powerful orgasm.
My back arched and I let out a cry, swept under by the waves of ecstasy. My mind was a blissful void of nothing but amazing pleasure. My fingers curled into the sheet and I might have actually thrown him off unintentionally if he hadn’t held on to me with an iron grip, pinning me to the bed, his strokes continuing as endlessly as my orgasm. Finally, I breathed, “Holy shit,” and shoved frantically at his head. It felt like my body might splinter if he didn’t stop.
Cain sat back and wiped his mouth, looking as smug as anyone I’d ever encountered in my entire life. He peeled his briefs off and opened a drawer of the nightstand, removing a condom. I lay there, thighs trembling, breathing hard. It felt like I should attempt to close my legs, be artful and beautiful, but I couldn’t move at all. After he had the condom on, he hauled my knees up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured, bending down to give me a kiss.
I tasted my own desire on his lips and it was…strange. Yet sexy.
When he pushed inside me it was momentarily uncomfortable, a huge, invasive beast somewhere it shouldn’t be. But then my body gave way for him and it felt right. The world’s most perfect fit. I must have made a sound of distress though, my fingers digging into his biceps, because he paused.
“You okay?” he asked. His hand lifted and trailed down my cheek, drawing goosebumps from my dewy flesh. He wore a necklace. A cross. It dangled back and forth in front of me and I shifted my gaze upward, away from it, locking with his pale blue eyes.
I nodded. “Yes.” It was odd to think that his body was inside mine in the world’s most scientific form of intimacy. The chemistry of desire. Survival instinct. Maybe that was why I didn’t feel vulnerable or awkward having a total stranger connecting with me. It was written in our DNA. As old as time, the galaxy, and the stars.
So he started to move, slowly, and I lay there and let my body understand it. His teeth were gritted and his muscles were all firm and bunched, tension in his shoulders, his arms. Each stroke was easier, deeper. Wetter. I lifted my hips, rocking in motion, startled by how good it felt to collide with his hard cock.
“Oh, yes,” I murmured. I don’t even know why I spoke. I just felt electric, hot, strung tight in his sweet, hard pleasure.
