I whimpered.
“I want you. You have no idea how f**king badly. But you’ll set the pace, okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.” I instantly felt better, relieved and sure of what I wanted and didn’t want. “No sex…but can we do some um, other stuff?”
He chuckled, a deep throaty laugh rumbling through his chest. “Anything you want, baby.”
Crap. I probably sounded so awkward. I didn’t know the right way to approach this. But luckily, Cade took the lead and didn’t make me vocalize what I wanted.
His mouth captured mine in a deep kiss, and my tongue was soon following his lead, caressing and tangling with his.
I tried not to compare Cade’s every movement to those of his video, but it was difficult. The images replayed in my head, but so far, this moment was uniquely ours. His fingers skittered along my calves and up over my knees, spreading them apart just slightly so he could press even closer to me.
“What about Lily?” I asked between kisses.
“She’s asleep.”
“What if she wakes up?”
“We’ll hear her.” He continued kissing me.
I supposed he was right. We’d hear her walker moving across the wood floor.
He unbuttoned my dress slowly, taking his time to kiss and nip at my lips, neck and collarbone with each button he successfully freed. By the time he was lifting the dress over my head, I raised my arms dutifully, allowing him to pull it off. I thrust my ample chest out for his inspection.
His eyes flooded with desire as he looked me over. “Goddamn, cupcake.” I looked down at my white bra, wishing I’d listened to MacKenzie’s advice about buying new lingerie, but Cade didn’t seem the least be hampered by my white cotton bra and panties. I was glad I’d taken her advice and shaved today.
Cade’s thumbs grazed across my ni**les. I let out a throaty groan. He continued his torturous strokes along my br**sts, his fingers dipping into the cle**age and sliding across the hardened tips. I wondered if he was going to remove my bra, or if maybe he was waiting for me to do that.
“You said you wanted to know how to please me?” He tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. “Consider this lesson number one. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. Hearing you say it is a major turn on.”
I sucked in a breath and held it. No way I’d be good at dirty talk. It’d be like asking me to speak a different language. I couldn’t even vocalize what I wanted in plain English.
His hands dropped from my chin and gripped both br**sts, roughly palming them. “I’ve been dreaming about your tits for weeks now. Seeing them bouncing above me as you rode my cock.”
I let out a moan at his words, a flood of heat dampening my sex.
Cade smirked as if in victory. “You try.”
My nerves were back as I tried to think. I squirmed in his lap and felt the firm ridge pressing against me. Before I even realized it, I was blurting out, “I love the feel of your hard dick.” God I sounded stupid. But Cade’s head dropped back against the sofa and he closed his eyes, as if savoring my words. I instantly felt proud.
He guided me to his mouth by the back of my neck, threading his fingers in my hair. “You want to play with it?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
He smiled against my lips. “Good girl. But not yet. First I need to make you come.”
Need? To make me come? Oh…
He reached around for the back clasp of my bra and released it with a single flick, then eased the straps down my shoulders and discarded it on the floor beside us.
His mouth joined his hands in the loving caresses, licking and suckling my hardened peaks. I grabbed his hair and thrust my chest toward his eager mouth, wanting more. “Oh God that feels good,” I moaned.
Before I had time to examine what was happening, he flipped me over so that I was lying on my back on the couch and he was kneeling on the floor beside me pulling my panties down my legs.
“I want to hear you screaming my name…” he whispered against my inner thigh.
That was so not happening. I was hyper aware of not wanting to wake up Lily. Geez. At least one of us was thinking clearly.
He dipped his fingers between my thighs, lightly running his fingertips up the length of my folds. “You’re soaking wet, baby.” His voice was rough, barely in control.
I bit my lip and opened my thighs wider, allowing him to explore, long past feeling self-conscious.
He eased one long finger inside me, and slid it in and out with gentle pressure. “Do you like that, cupcake?” He laid a gentle kiss just below my navel.
I whimpered in response.
His eyes stayed locked on mine and he added a second finger. “So tight, so beautiful,” he murmured.
“More, please,” I pleaded.
He groaned and pumped his fingers harder, driving into me until I was panting and writhing under his talented hand. Then he eased himself down, sweeping his tongue over my sex and my world shattered. The wet heat from his mouth exploded around me, the sensation causing my hips to buck off the couch. “Cade!” I gasped. Crap. So much for not screaming. I didn’t care. I lifted my hips to meet his mouth and rode out the pulsing wave as an intense orgasm erupted through my core. I opened my eyes and found Cade’s eyes still locked on me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I swallowed and lifted myself up into a sitting position, suddenly feeling insecure about my nakedness. Cade was still fully dressed.