I nodded.
He undid the button of my denim shorts and slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them and walked to the bed, summoning confidence from his words and his clear arousal.
He slid onto the bed next to me and we lay on our sides facing each other. “Tell me what you want,” he instructed.
“You,” I replied breathily. “This.”
His mouth met mine, and he slipped his hand beneath my cotton undies, the only scrap of fabric left on my body. He decisively slipped a finger inside me, knowing how pliant I’d be already. I kissed him harder, reaching down to stroke him as he stroked a finger inside me.
I bit his lip and muttered “I want you so bad” between breaths. He rewarded me with another finger, stretching me as Irocked back and forth for him. I slipped my arm under his and yanked him closer to me, gripping his shoulder with my fingers.
“Please,” I begged. My head spun wildly with desperate need. He kissed me and slipped his fingers out, then leaned across to his nightstand, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom while I slid my undies off and cast them aside. He slid his own underwear off and slipped the condom down his length.
“Ready?” he said softly.
“God, yes.”
We still lay facing each other, so I hooked my leg over his hip and let him guide himself to my entrance. He pushed in slightly at first, allowing me time to adjust. His pupils were blown, and I could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure.
I shifted my hips, allowing him deeper access.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” he muttered, and I bit my lip and smiled. I loved him like this, his cocky nature shattered and his desperation seeping through. It was such a turn-on, knowing I could wreck him like this. I shifted my hips towards him further, and his eyes shot up to the ceiling.
He took a deep breath, mentally recalibrating, then his eyes met mine and he slipped his hand between us. He found my clit, swirling around in circles until I was bucking against him, heady with pleasure. It was intimate like this, our bodies fully aligned, our faces nose to nose.
“More. Please,” I begged him, and we shifted together until he was fully seated inside me, my leg wrapped around us, keeping us tightly bound. “Yes,” I told him as he began to shift. “Yes. I’m already close.”
“Thank fuck,” he stuttered out.
My leg dug into his back for leverage and I thrust my hips, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. My mind felt blissfully blank, my body focused only on the pleasure and on reaching its climax.
I felt him twitch inside me and I thrust once more, shattering until I saw stars. I cried out and he met my thrust, and suddenly I felt him pulsing rapidly inside me.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
He nodded in agreement, kissing my lips as we came down. “I prefer Cade,” he whispered, and I rolled my eyes at his playful humor.
He kissed my forehead, slowly separating our bodies. “Be right back.”
Then he slipped into the bathroom to clean up. He was back a moment later, pulling me from the bed so I could clean myself up as well. When I emerged from the bathroom, I found him sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs. I approached him and he slid my underwear back on me and pulled me to him, laying me on the bed beside him. I turned to my side and he slid in behind me, cocooning me in warmth.
Minutes later I was asleep.
29
CADE
“Can I ask you something?” I said into her ear as we lay together the next morning, our fingers laced together and bodies still intertwined.
We’d awoken with daylight streaming in, her ass pressed against me. We were ready for each other in minutes, coming together again and then taking deep, exhausted breaths.
“Of course.”
I played with our fingers. “When did you change your mind about me? When did you start to see me—like this?”
“Oh, Cade . . .” she trailed off.
I paused, giving her space to form her thoughts.
