Unexpected Gift(47)
He coats his finger with my slick juices and trails it up my stomach, and right as he circles my breasts, he dips back down and wets his finger again. He continues his path, glistening my nipples with my own nectar. Then, he shoves two of his fingers into my mouth, making me taste my cream. “I’ll never stop complimenting you.”
My eyes trail down his stomach, lingering at his happy trail. Below that, his massive cock tents his shorts.
A gigantic tent.
I swallow from the thought of that weapon spearing me.
“It’s okay, we won’t be having sex tonight. This is all about you, Molly.” He bends down and claims my lips with his. “Just feel. Feel what I can do to you.”
Caden kisses his way down my neck, flexing his hips in a slow rhythm, punching my clit with the tip of his cock. He rips a cry from me, using every ounce of oxygen in my lungs. It isn’t enough for him. He licks the sweat off my skin, sucking my left nipple into his mouth as he pinches the right. A gush of cream leaves my virgin hole, soaking the thin material of his shorts. Caden moans into my mouth. He must feel how much I desire him. How much I desire his cock.
He must have read my mind because he leans back just enough to take his lips from mine. “You aren’t ready for that, but I’m dying to do one thing.” He lowers himself between my legs and flattens his tongue over my slit. His eyes roll to the back of his head, shutting as he enjoys me like I’m his favorite dessert. “Fuck, you taste good, sunshine.”
Right when I’m about to ask about the nickname, he licks me from back to front, sucking the virginity right out of me. My legs shake, and I close them around his head when everything became too much.
He is not having that though. His hands spread my legs as far and wide as they can go, and he smirks at me with an evil, plotting grin. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. His expression speaks a thousand words.
He dives back between my legs, pulling noises from me that I’ve never heard. He groans, never letting up. The wet sounds of his tongue make me yearn for more. My hole starts to pulse and ache, needing to be filled. He grips my hips hard, and I have to shove a pillow over my face to smother my groans.
Sweat breaks out all over my body, dripping from every pour.
His tongue lashes at my clit like a whip.
He teeth roll my bundle of nerves, sending my body into an explosion.
So, I do the only thing my body tells me to—I scream.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, coming up for air as I come into his mouth. “Look at you. You’re dripping.” He sucks each fold into his mouth, dipping his tongue inside me to gather every drop. “I don’t want to be wasteful.” Caden’s lip shine from the gloss coating my slit and thighs.
I’ve never climaxed so hard. Not even I can make myself feel that good. I toss the pillow on the other side of the bed and try and catch my breath. I know I should say something, anything, but my voice won’t work. I sit up and notice his erection still pressing against his shorts. I reach for it, but he grabs onto my wrist, staring at me with intensity.
“No. You don’t have to do that. That’s not why I did what I did.”
I cock my head, causing my hair to fall over my shoulders, hiding my breasts from his hungry eyes. “Why did you then?”
His arms cage me in again, and he gets closer, making me lay down on the bed as he hovers overs me. “I meant what I said, sunshine.”
“Sunshine? And what did you mean?”
“I meant; I want you to feel good. It means a lot to me that you want this with me, and I don’t want to rush it.” He grabs my hand and kiss it.
“Rush it? Don’t you think it’s been in the making long enough?”
He chuckles and sighs, like the past seven years have weighed him down. “I don’t disagree with you, but this is different. I don’t want to push you. This is our first time, saying the hell with fighting and yes to feeling. I don’t want to push you to the brink.”
“Why not?” I swirl my finger in his chest hair.
“Because you might not come back.”
“That’s okay. You have had plenty of strange, remember?” I laugh, trying to make light of the situation we’ve found ourselves in, but he doesn’t. His face is still as stone.
“Don’t you get it yet, sunshine? I don’t want strange. I want you.”
I run my hand down his chest and map his abs, exploring the valleys like a map. “You haven’t told me why you call me that.”
“You keep doing that, and you aren’t going to be able to stop me from tasting you again.” He flips me over on my back, brushing my hair out of my face. “And again.” He kisses my cheek. “And again.”
I bite my lip as he peppers kisses all over my face, and then I push him away. “Stop changing the subject.”
“Your hair. It reminds me of sunshine. It’s so bright, and seeing it makes me happy.”
“Oh my gosh. You’re a total sap, aren’t you?” I prop up on my elbows and push him until he flops onto his back.
This time, he throws his arm over his eyes. “Ugh, don’t tell anyone. It will ruin my reputation.”
“And one more thing,” I say as I straddle his waist. “What makes you think I don’t want to taste you?”
He hands settle on my hips, and he bites his bottom lip, admiring me. “Damn, you look good up there,” he said with awe, running his right hand up my torso until fondles my breast. He sighs, removing his hand and places it on my hip again. “Molly, I’m a patient man. That’s something you don’t know about me. I don’t expect you to sleep with me tonight. I respect you. And over the years, honestly, I’ve always known I’ve wanted you. I hid it underneath all the playboy, jackass persona when I was around you because it got you riled up. And fuck, I don’t know why, but getting you so mad turned me on.”