Unexpected Gift(62)
Caden makes me feel overwhelmed with emotions I never thought I could feel, and I can’t imagine losing my virginity to anyone else because I doubt anyone will be able to ever make me feel half of what he does—even if most of what he makes me feel is maddening.
“We are going to have to work on your answers.” The bed dips when he crawls onto it, his cock dangling heavily as he settles between my legs—face first.
“Okay.” My mind short-circuits when I see the handsome man between my thighs. How anyone can look that good is beyond me. His jaw is square, his nose straight and not too big, his lips pouty and lush, his cheeks high and carved, and his hair—don’t get me started on his damn hair.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re easy to stare at.”
“Now that is an answer I can work with.” He dips his head further down, and the first strike of his tongue lashing on my clit makes me cry out. I tighten my legs around his head from the sensitivity it causes me, and he grips my thighs, spreading them apart. Any time I start to flex or tighten my muscles, he presses my thighs down, testing how flexible I really am. “You taste so good, Molly. I don’t think you understand what you do to me.” He licks up my slit, over my folds and clit. “You drive me wild, to the point of insanity. Like I need more of you.” He says with a hint of desperation and probs his tongue inside of my aching, hole, gathering all the juices he can. His eyes roll to the back of his head, mimicking my facial expressions—except mine are from pleasure, not taste.
“You have me.”
“We will see about that.” He leans on an elbow, sliding two of his fingers through my folds, something no one has ever done. “I need to get you ready for me. I need to stretch you.”
That confuses me because isn’t tighter, better? He must see the questions written on my face because he smiles, inserting his fingers, stealing all the breath my lungs are capable of holding. “This feels good, but it is uncomfortable, right?”
I nod.
“Well, I’m going insert another finger, and another, until you can take all four of my fingers. When I take you, Molly, when I slide my cock deep inside you, I want to make sure I lessen the pain as much as I can.”
I try to not show my fear, but all I can think about is if two of his fingers felt they were about to rip me open, then his cock is going to kill me. I gulp. This is going to be a long night full of firsts for me.
I just don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caden
I know she is nervous. Hell, I am, too. I’ve never had sex with someone I cared about before. The past few years have been leading up to this, while at the time, we had no clue—it all makes sense now. Seeing her in my bed, her blonde hair fanned out on my pillow, and her body writhing under me, solidifies everything.
I move my fingers in and out, feeling soaked walls hug them, and then I add another. She hisses, but her eyes roll to the back of her head. I want to make this good for her.
Her right hand slaps my chest, raking her nails down as her mouth drops open and she lets out a loud cry. “That’s it. Give it to me. Come for me, sunshine. Show me how good I make you feel.”
She nods quickly, panting. Her breasts jiggle from the intensity of her breathing, and she tries to push down on my fingers to get them to go deeper, but I stop her. “Any deeper and I’ll take what my cock wants with my fingers, and I don’t want that.”
“I want you. I want you so bad. Just take me now. I’m ready. I’m ready!” she yells, cupping her breasts in wanton. She looks like a goddess, biting her lips and feeling her own body to heighten her pleasure.
“I decide when you are ready.” I bury my face between her legs as I add another finger. I want to take the focus off the pressure that my fingers are causing. I don’t stop the jackhammer movements of my hand as I suck on her slit like a hungry animal. I want her to come, and with a few more thrusts and a nibble on her creamy pearl, she comes in my mouth. Her nectar sliding down my throat, quenching the undying thirst I’ve had for her lately.
I growl, sending vibrations through her sensitive clit. “Yes, Caden, again!” she shouts, pulling my hair so hard, I worry she might rip it from the follicles.
Growling again, like she asks, I pull my fingers free from her, spreading her folds until her clit stands erect at me. I dive back in, sucking her clit into my mouth and growl around the bundle of nerves. She lets a murderous cry rip from her throat, and my cock aches from the sound. I start dry humping the bed for some type of friction. I need it. I need to feel something on the flesh of my cock. The blanket cocoons around me, and while it isn’t her tight heat, it’s enough to take the edge of madness from my body. I want her so badly, I just want to flip her over and drive into her over and over again, but that can’t happen this time.
Maybe next time.
I rip my face from between her legs and rub my hand over her pussy, scooping up her slick juices and wrapping my hand around my cock. I need relief before I fuck her. I want this to last.
“Caden?” Her eyes are glossed over as she props herself up on her elbows.
I start a punishing rhythm and fuck my fist. Precome dribbles profusely from the tip, leaking down the bulging vein. I use it as lube, and the wet sounds are wild, dirty, and unfathomable outside this bedroom, which turns me on more. My balls pull tight, and I don’t know what makes me do it…but the need to claim her is strong. The need to make her my own. The urge to mark her. I don’t know. I stare at her swollen flesh, red and leaking cream, ready for me. We lock eyes, and the fucking lust I see staring back at me is all it takes for me to come.