Cade. Standing down there behind the house. Staring up.
“I’m sorry, angel,” he calls up. “I get it. I do. It won’t happen again.”
The hard clench in my chest relaxes, although the weight in my gut remains. “Okay.”
“You forgive me?”
“Of course.”
I do understand how he feels because I feel the same.
Like I’m his. And like he’s mine.
I’d get just as riled if I saw him with another woman, no matter what the circumstances were.
Even though we can’t be together all the way, it’s hard not to feel like we are.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
“I’ll do better.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
We’re smiling at each other across the distance when someone opens another window on the back of the building and calls out, “Some of us are trying to sleep in here!”
I giggle, and Cade calls, “Sorry!”
We wave at each other, and then he walks away.
I feel better afterwards. So much better that I’m able to once again ignore that sense of doom lurking farther down the road.
16
A few days later,on Saturday night, my legs are splayed wide and hooked over Cade’s shoulders, and his mouth is doing something miraculous at my pussy.
I’ve already come twice, and he’s still going at it with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Even the texture of his beard right now is about to send me over the edge again.
The lower half of my body is lifted off the mattress, bouncing slightly because he’s working between my legs so enthusiastically. I’m clutching at the pillow and at the bedding and occasionally at the wall on one side of me because it really feels like I might fly apart completely and never be put back together.
I choke out a cry as I climax again, the sound of it shaking with my body. Then he finally lifts his head to rake his eyes up and down my body. The lower half of his face is wet from my fluids, and his hair is a mess.
Laughter spills out of me, and I wrap my arms around him when he scoots higher on my body to kiss me.
After the first brush of his lips, I murmur, “Wipe your face, Captain.”
He chuckles and does what I say, using the back of his hand, and then he kisses me again. Deeply his time, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
As I respond to the kiss, I squeeze my hand between our bodies until I can wrap it around his cock. I have no particular strategy in this. I just want to feel him right now. But he must be pretty far gone because he makes a stretched sound into my mouth as I squeeze him.
Then, before either one of us expects it, he comes.
He’s still trying to kiss me through it, but it’s admittedly not his most skillful attempt.
We’re both laughing softly when his body relaxes on top of me. He gets up to dampen a hand towel and uses it to clean off his face and beard and then, after wetting it down again, brings it over to wipe all his semen off my abdomen.
After wiping his abs too, he tosses the towel back toward the basin and collapses next to me in bed.
