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“Need more,” I gasp in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine.
He looks deeply into my eyes which I’m sure looked drugged at this moment, though his don’t look much better, if anything the desire I see there makes my lids lower even more. “Okay.” Is all he says before picking me up along with the bowl of frosting. He carries me through the kitchen, past the living room, and down the hallway. He kicks open a door, giving me a brief glance at his bedroom before I’m airborne and shrieking. I land on the softest bed I’ve ever felt.
I raise on my elbows and look around to see that everything in here looks to be made giant-sized, including this bed; it looks bigger than any king-sized bed I’ve ever seen. The whole room is done in grays and dark blues, the comforter is big and plush, matching everything else. I’m somewhat surprised that a man designed all of this, but if I think about it, the man in front of me, staring down at me like I’m the best meal he’s ever seen doesn’t do anything half-assed. He made sure that every inch of this house was the exact way he wanted it.
He places the bowl of frosting on the bed making me frown. “You’ll get the bed all messy,” I state.
His eyes light up and the smirk he gives me is so feral my insides contract, or that could just be my ovaries, who knows. “That’s the plan, Cadie.”
Oh, my God. I swallow thickly, “Oh, oo-kay.” I wonder if slapping myself in the face would be a turn-off right now. But dammit, this man really takes away my ability to have any sort of rational thought and conversation.
But watching him pull his shirt over his head in that one-handed way that men seem to have perfected is making me realize conversation is the last thing on his mind, so, yay, for me.
My eyes are transfixed on the wall of muscle, covered in thick chest hair and tattoos, making breathing extremely difficult. I’ve seen him without a shirt at the gym, but with so many people there I glanced away quickly. But now, I get my fill and it’s a magnificent sight, one that will stay with me for the rest of my days. There is nothing soft about him. My eyes unconsciously look down, having a mind of their own, and I gulp. Even in jeans, the bulge that looks like it’s trying to rip its way through to get to me is impressive and slightly terrifying. Not that my vagina seems to care, that bitch is weeping with joy.
“Sprite, you keep staring at my dick while licking your lips and this is going to be over before it starts. A man only has so much control.” His voice is a low growl making my eyes pop to his. I can feel my cheeks flame, I didn’t even know I was licking my lips. Damn this man and what he does to me.
“Oops,” I whisper, not feeling the least bit sorry though. Getting to see him like this is a fantasy I didn’t even know I had coming to life.
His eyebrow raises, “Oops?” He poses it as a question, but it isn’t one. I think I’ve just challenged the predator, not something the prey should be doing, but I can’t find it in me to care. Especially not when he starts to crawl onto the bed, stalking towards me slowly, taking in every inch of me before he cages me in with his arms. My shirt somehow disappears in the next second. “Oops.” His eyes are on fire with a mischievous tilt to his lips.
I’ll never really be sure where I get the confidence to do what I do next. I lower my hand down his chest, feeling the coarse hair between my fingers as a shudder goes through him, before my hand ends at the top of his jeans. I flick the button open with ease, ease that someone as spastic as me doesn’t usually possess. “Oops.” I look up at him with a small grin of my own. I’m playing with fire and I can’t wait to get burned.
His hand travels up my side and around my back. I can feel his hand caress my spine before I feel a slight tug. Before I know it, he’s removing my bra in one smooth move, a move I never want to know how he learned. The urge to cover myself is strong, but the look in his eyes stops me. I swear I can almost see flames as his eyes devour me, going darker by the second. “Oops.”
My hands find their way back to his hips and I slowly unzip his jeans, my heart beating so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. “Oops.” My voice is barely a whisper. I’m lucky it’s working at all right now.
His eyes never leave mine as he sits back on his heels, both hands running down my sides before they stop at the top of my leggings. I can’t even breathe right now, the anticipation and slight fear have me paralyzed. He stills his hands while his fingers rub underneath the top of my pants. This may have started out as a game, but he’s still waiting for me, making sure this is okay. I know down to my marrow that if I shook my head he would stop and take it no further. I have no doubt this man wouldn’t even be angry with me and still find a way for both of us to enjoy simply being shirtless. And it’s with that clarity, something inside me snaps or comes back to life, I’m not sure, but I know that I don’t want him to stop. As scary as it is to trust him with my body after everything I’ve been through, I know this man will cherish it, causing me no pain. Well, thinking back to that bulge I saw, possibly some pain, but the best kind, the kind that will have me walking funny with a smile on my face.
I take a deep breath and muster all of my courage and then I nod my head. He remains still, eyes still looking into mine, and I realize that a nod isn’t good enough for him. He won’t move until he’s one thousand percent sure that this is what I want. “Yes, Jake,” I whisper softly, “I want you, I want this.”
I can see him swallow and breathe out, making me realize he was holding his breath. He tugs my leggings down and off my legs so swiftly that goose bumps appear. He tosses the pants over his shoulder, landing somewhere on the floor before he pauses. He raises his eyebrow, “No underwear?”
I do flush from embarrassment this time and try to close my legs a bit. “I only had a change of clothes with me, not panties.” I gnaw on my lip. “Wearing the same bra is fine, but it’s gross and unhygienic to wear the same panties two days in a row.” I scrunch up my nose at the thought.
He blinks his dark eyes at me. “You haven’t been wearing panties the whole day?” he growls while never taking his eyes off me. He shakes his head slightly. “Fuck.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m so fucking glad I had no idea, otherwise we would’ve never left the house.”
I tilt my head and frown. “Why?”
“Because we would’ve been busy.” My eyes get wide and I can feel my lips make a large O shape. “Here, let me show you.” His growl is deep as he grabs the bowl of frosting.
I have no idea what he plans to do with it, but I’m all for it right now.
He positions himself between my legs while I’m still distracted at looking at the bowl. Oh, boy. I’m practically splayed out on a platter in front of him. I keep waiting for fear or embarrassment to come, but they don’t; the only thing I feel right now is excitement. This man has definitely done something to me. This is not the Cadie I’ve been the last few years, hell not even the one I was a few days ago. I feel more like the old me, the one who liked sex and everything that went with it. The one who wasn’t ashamed of her body. The one who was confident in herself.
He lifts the bowl as he uses his finger to dump a massive amount onto my body causing me to squeal. I giggle and try to get away, but I’m unsuccessful since my legs are spread so far.
He ignores my movements as he takes more from the bowl and continues to plop more onto my body before placing the bowl back on the bed. I begin panting as he spreads the frosting all over my body. Every one of my nerve endings feel like a livewire anywhere he touches. He takes some frosting and swipes it across my lips, then makes a trail down my chest. He circles my nipples making me moan and squirm before he continues to spread it lower and lower. My eyes are heavy lidded as I watch him continue to spread it over my mound and basically jump out of my skin when he places a large dollop on my clit.
Holy fucking hell, I don’t think I’m going to survive this. Can you die just from a small amount of stimulation because I think I may.
He leans back on his hunches again and takes a long look at his handywork, a satisfied smirk across his lips. “Absolute perfection.” He looks into my eyes, and I want to look away with the rawness I see there. “This is going to be the best snack I’ve evereaten.” The way he says that one word makes my whole body tighten.
He uses my thigh to clean off the remaining frosting from his fingers, making me wonder why, but I don’t have to wonder for long. He grabs my leg and begins to slowly lick up all of the frosting with slow, leisurely swirls from his tongue. This is the most exquisite torture, but I’m not sure I’m going to survive if he doesn’t move lower soon. My body is strung tighter than the strings on a guitar, my whole being vibrating with need.
I watch as he goes lower and lower until I can feel his hot breath on my core. I flop my head back on the bed before lifting it back up when I hear, “Head up, honey, I want your eyes on me.”
I swallow thickly and watch as he lowers his face and uses his tongue to take a long lick at my center. My legs try to close but only end up locking his head into place. His tongue circles my clit making my eyes roll back in my head, making me moan embarrassingly loud. He continues his assault on my core as he switches from my clit to center. “Eyes open.” His voice is harsh, making my eyes fly open, but the look in his eyes is enthralling, making me realize that he’s enjoying this.
