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“Oh, very well,” I replied with mock resignation. Reaching up I drew him down on top of me, my back arching with pleasure as our lips met. He had been tortured long enough. And so had I. With a sigh of deep contentment, I welcomed him into me by wrapping my legs around his waist and tightening my muscles around him.
* * *
Daylight was just streaking the sky when I cautiously opened one eye. I feared it might all have been another helpless, hopeless dream. But it was real. Cad was propped on one elbow, watching my face. I blushed as I recalled the events of the last few hours, and his smile deepened.
“You are so beautiful, bouche,” he murmured, tracing the contours of my body with adoring hands. I leaned back against the pillows, watching his expression from beneath half-closed eyelids as he stroked my neck and then moved his hand lower to tease my breasts. Softly, delicately, he ran his fingertips over my nipples, igniting simultaneous flames of lust that ran down my spine to tug sharply at my clitoris. When he bent his head to gently suckle the puckered flesh, I dug my fingers into his hair to keep him there. He flicked the point of his tongue backward and forward slowly over each nipple in turn, and the answering throb between my legs made me squirm.
“My God, Cad,” I gasped, and he lifted his head to smile into my eyes.
“It isn’t yet light. You are still in charge. Tell me what you want from me, bouche.” His fingers returned to my nipple. He rolled the pebbled bud hard between his thumb and forefinger, and I threw my head back in exquisite agony.
“More,” I whispered. Rational thought was rapidly deserting me. All that mattered was his touch.
“More what?” Deliberately, he loosened his grip, making me groan in frustration. I slid my hand down to his groin, my eyes widening with pleasure as my fingertips encountered the rigid column of his flesh. I bent my head to kiss his lips long and hard, straddling him and gasping as the movement brought the head of his cock in contact with the slick wetness of my sex. I moved pleadingly against him, but he shook his head stubbornly. “You have to tell me.”
“Please, Cad,” I murmured against his lips.
“You are in charge,” he repeated. He lifted me so that his cock just entered my moist flesh. His hands on my hips held me there and refused to let me grind myself down onto him. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to put it inside me,” I whispered.
A silent laugh shook him. “What exactly do you want me to put inside you? My finger? My tongue? Be specific.”
“Your cock,” I muttered impatiently. With a shudder that echoed through us both, he obediently lowered me on to him. Powerful, thick and throbbing. I cried out in triumph and joy.
“What do you want me to do next?” he asked, still not moving or allowing me to do so.
Modesty had no place in this scenario, I decided. I tried out the word I had heard him use. “I want you to fuck me.” Encouraged by the expression on his face, which told me that he liked hearing that word on my lips, I continued. “And I want you to do it very hard and very fast.” Thankfully, he obliged. He lifted my hips so that the glorious, iron-hard length of his cock slid in and out, stretching and filling me. Nothing that had gone before, or would come after, could match the feeling of Cad’s body inside mine. Champagne bubbles of pleasure burst in my nerve endings so that I was achingly aware of him in every part of me, not just where we touched.
He lifted his hips, pumping harder and faster. “Feel what you do to me, Dita. How hard you make me. Know that every time I look at you I’m thinking of fucking you.” His voice was hoarse.
Those words inflamed me further and made my heart swell. With a will of their own, my muscles clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and holding him there. I rocked desperately backward and forward on him, pleading with him to never, ever stop. And, when at last I came, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. But, of course, it was different now. Because I knew beyond doubt how much I loved him, and that I could never return to a time before this night.
“Are you sorry I chose you tonight?” he asked me later.
I shook my head. “Never,” I told him vehemently. “Are you?”
