His hand on my arm stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I looked down at his crotch and was alarmed to see the large bulge clamoring to be released. I licked my dry lips. “Can I just have my panties?”
His lips curved in the tiniest of smiles, but he lifted them gingerly from the floor. “If it’ll make you more comfortable. But your top stays off.” He read the back of the underpants. “Sunday, huh?”
I snatched them from his grasp and slipped them up my trembling legs. “Are you going to show me…what to do…?” I looked down at his groin.
He chuckled and sat down next to me on the couch, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Knock yourself out, sweetheart.”
I unbuckled his belt with fumbling fingers then released the button and zipper. A smile pulled at my mouth at the small victory and Cade leaned forward to kiss me.
He lifted his hips as I tugged down his jeans and boxers. His thick, rigid c**k sprang free to greet me and I sucked in a deep breath. “You’re still shaved,” I murmured. I wondered if he was going to be starring in another video any time soon. The thought both excited and bothered me.
A smile crossed his lips. “Tell me something…you watched my video, right?”
I looked down.
“Answer me.” He tilted my jaw up, running his fingers along the length of my throat.
I nodded.
“How many times?” His voice was low and rough.
I shrugged. Even if I could have found my voice, I didn’t know the answer to that question. It was too many to count.
“Did you touch yourself?”
I nodded again.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His rough voice sent a flood of moisture to my panties. “Show me,” he commanded.
Summoning my courage, I slipped off my panties and brought my hand down between my legs, gripping his thigh with my other hand since I was still balanced on my knees. Cade kept his eyes locked on mine before slowly lowering them to where my hand was rubbing gentle circles over my clitoris. He sucked in a breath and held it.
“Damn baby, that’s about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled crookedly up at him and dropped my hand, suddenly feeling unsure. Some things were just meant to be done in private. “It feels better when you do it,” I admitted.
He leaned forward and kissed me, easing his hand in between my legs. “Yeah?” His middle finger slid easily inside me.
“Yeah…” I groaned at the sudden fullness.
He flicked his finger along my inner wall and I almost crumbled to the floor. I gripped his legs to remain upright. “My fingers are longer,” he whispered. “I can reach your G-spot.” He nipped my lips in a quick kiss, massaging the spot again and again. My nails dug into his legs. “Just wait until I’m inside you,” he whispered.
I whimpered.
“Not tonight, cupcake.”
I moaned in protest. “Cade.”
“Shh.” His finger continued its torturous ministrations. “I’m not f**king you tonight.”
I winced at his use of the term. “You mean make love?”
His finger stilled inside me. “No, I mean f**k. If you want to make love, you go see your country-club boy, if you want to be properly f**ked, you come to me.” His voice was rough. “But not until you’re ready. Not until you ask me.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. I wasn’t ready, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to stop, especially when I was so close again.
Cade slowly began working his long digit against that sensitive spot once again. I gripped his thighs and I squeezed my eyes closed as an intense pressure built inside me and eventually blossomed into an earth-shattering orgasm. He let out a low tortured groan watching me with desire burning in his eyes. My eyes fell closed in complete bliss as I rode out the sensations.
Suddenly I couldn’t wait any longer to touch him. I leaned forward and trailed a path of soft, damp kisses along his shaft. His scent was musky and decidedly male, and I wanted more. I craved it in a way that was primal and entirely new to me.
I eased the head into my mouth, and suckled at the smooth skin. His breath released in a hiss from between his teeth. My hands joined in the fun, stroking up and down as I devoured the length of him.
“Damn, baby.” He groaned, his head dropping back against the couch.
I never knew this could be so pleasurable, but I found myself getting lost in the rhythm, sucking and licking and trailing my hands along his shaft.
“Just like that, angel. Stroke it.” He watched my hands work up and down his length and groaned a deep growl low in his throat. My heart jumped. Hearing those sounds come out of him was so sexy. “I’m going to come,” he gasped.
Seconds later, hot jets of se**n exploded down the back of my throat and Cade released a final groan.
A satisfied smile crossed his lips and he looked down at me with wonder. “Damn baby, you didn’t have to swallow it.” He stroked my jaw with his thumb, studying me carefully.
It wasn’t like I’d had a well-thought-out plan. I’d just done what I needed to do. I wasn’t about to go running for the bathroom, my behind jiggling in his face as I jogged away. No thank you. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad.
He smiled a sleepy grin. “In case you’re wondering…that felt f**king amazing.”
I no longer blanched at his overeager use of the F-bomb, it only endeared him to me more. Cade was all male. There’d be no changing him, no tempering his ways. Maybe it was my strict upbringing, but something inside me envied that.