Off Limits(99)

He remounted the bed, taking a moment before pressing his body up against me from behind. He was warm, oh so warm, yet he still didn’t push himself inside me. I could feel his cock, thick and long pressing against the front of my *, his cockhead being tickled by the light hairs I had left.

“I love this position,” he said, reaching underneath me and pulling me upright off my elbows. He cupped my breasts again, his nose nuzzling against my neck as his cock became trapped between my thighs. “But tonight, I want to look into your face when I give you permission. Turn over.”

I obeyed, turning onto my back and laying with my legs spread, open and submitting to him. Still in darkness, I could only feel as he lifted my legs into the air, positioning himself at my entrance. I was momentarily frightened. Kade felt big, bigger than maybe any other lover I’d ever had before. Kade paused, seeing the apprehension on my face. “Alix, don’t worry. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.”

He pushed inside me, and I was gasping for air as he pushed. He was large, bigger than I’d ever had, but he took his time, not to tease but instead to give me the opportunity to adjust to him. He knew how to ride that line, however, pushing with each thrust until I was on the line between pain and pleasure before pulling back until just his head was inside me. He paused then pushed forward again, each fraction of an inch that he pushed in again causing my body to spasm in pleasure. Releasing my legs, he pushed in one last time until I could feel his hips settle against mine, and his body leaned forward, pinning me to the bed.

We kissed, our tongues entwined and twisted slowly around one another, my arms coming up to hold him close. He pulled his hips back and started thrusting, filling me over and over. Moving slowly at first so I could get used to his size, he soon had me quivering, my body alight with pleasure from the contact.

Normally, when I had sex with a lover, I concentrated on the activity. I moved, I stroked, I was the one to move. With Kade though, I wanted nothing more than to be what he wanted. If he wanted to pin me to the mattress, helpless and submissive to him, then I would stay there for a week if that was what he wanted.

Kade thrusted faster, his strong hands planted on either side of my head. I yearned to see him, to see his face, but the blindfold prevented me. Instead I let my mind focus on the feelings he was giving me while my mind’s eye filled in the visual details from my memory. His smile, the smirk in his face when he said something ironic. Most of all though, the way he looked at me, the glimmer in his eyes when he took me in. I had only recognized what it was in the past few days, but as my memories played back I saw it more and more as we went back.

His hips sped up, softly smacking into my own, and I trembled even more. I was on the edge, tearing the images of Kade’s eyes from my mind in order to try and hold out until he gave me permission. I sent my mind to somewhere, anywhere else, recipes for chocolate chip cookies, the time I went swimming in the Pacific in February, anything. I just needed to hold back a little longer.

With a yank, Kade tore the blindfold from my eyes, and I saw that he had dimmed the lights so as not to blind me. Instead, my vision was filled with the sight of Kade, powerful and beautiful, his face inches from mine. “Don’t, Alix. Focus on this, right now. Focus and control yourself. I promise you, you can do it.”

His face was shining with the sweat of exertion and I nodded, my breath tearing from my chest as he hammered in and out of me. “Kade . . . ”

“I know,” he said. “Hold on. Hold on, my love.”

I blinked and gritted my teeth, nodding as he sped up further. I was on fire, my body feeling like an over-taut guitar string, ready to snap at the next stroke inside me. Still he kept going, his face intent and studying me, never closing his eyes even as I did, not to escape but to focus on the man that I now knew I loved. Regardless of what else happened in the future, I loved Kade. That moment made me realize I would always love him, no matter what.

“Now,” Kade grunted, speeding up more. Released of his command, I clutched at him, my body crashing as my orgasm swept me away. Kade’s cock plunged into me one last time, his mouth claiming me as his while at the same time I could feel his cock twitching inside me. I held him tight, both of us pulling on the other until the moment ended and we collapsed.

I kept my arms around Kade, holding him inside me as long as possible. “Kade, my Kade,” I whispered over and over again into his ear as he lay his head against the hollow of my shoulder and shuddered in the aftermath of our lovemaking. It wasn’t sex, that was for sure. It was truly making love. For the first time in my life, I realized what that term meant, and that I would never be the same again.



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I woke up the next morning to find Kade not in bed like I’d expected, but instead in the kitchen of his condo. I padded out, wearing the shirt he had dropped on the floor last night, wiping sleep from my eyes. “Good morning, Kade.”

He turned, his eyes taking me in and causing another ripple of warmth to go through me as he looked on me with such approval. “Well, well, well. What they say is true. Nothing can make a man’s shirt look better than a beautiful woman wearing it.”

“Thank you. What time is it?”

“Seven thirty. I was just going to wake you up in a few minutes with breakfast. What do you like on top of your waffles?”

“You made me waffles?” I asked in semi-shock, looking around at the collection of bowls and ingredients on the counter. “From scratch?”