Unexpected Gift(64)

My arms shake from the intensity of my orgasm, and I can hardly catch my breath. I have to roll us to our side to keep from squishing her, but I stay locked inside her, not wanting our come to go anywhere.

“Caden,” she moans, thrusting her hips back and forth, fucking my cock all on her own. She doesn’t go fast. They are lazy movements—slow and deliberate, like she is soaking up as much of me as she can.

I cup her face, bringing her lips to mine. “What is it, Molly?”

“Kiss me,” she says, fondling her breasts again.

“Didn’t you just have three or four orgasms?” I feel smug knowing I made her feel that good.

“I want four more,” she says and wraps her arms around my neck.

“You can have anything you want, Molly. Use me for what you want.” I flick my tongue out, licking her bottom lip. She meets me with her own, and we start licking each other until she grabs the back of my head and drives her tongue down my throat.

I groan when she sucks my tongue into her mouth and lets it go. My eyes roll to the back of my head. It is like a direct link to my cock, causing a little more come to spurt from the tip.

“Anything?” she asks.

“Anything.”

She rolls over and grips the edge of the mattress, using it as leverage to sink backwards onto my cock. I wrap my arms around her tight and pull her close, not wanting an inch of space between us.

This time, the sex isn’t urgent. It doesn’t take over our bodies. She slides up and down on my cock, slow with unsure movements, but I’ve never felt anything better in my entire life. We stay like this, making love until the morning light peaks through the curtains and exhaustion takes us into dreams.





Chapter Twenty-Eight





Molly





I wake up with a soreness between my legs that I’ve never had before. It isn’t painful—more like a really amazing ache that I want every single day for the rest of my life. I hide my smile in a pillow that smells like Caden. I stretch, and the covers slip down my chest, revealing my boobs.

“Oh,” I comment as I look down at them to see that they are covered with bruises and red marks, like bites. My cheeks heat from the memory. He had a goal last night to make me come by only playing with my tits. It took a while, but it worked. Oh, it worked soooo good. So, so good.

I sit up, running my hands over the large covers that spread across the bed. I reach to the left side, hoping to find Caden, but my hand hits nothing but air. I turn my head to see that it is empty. I bring my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself, feeling vulnerable. I’m such a fool to think I’d wake up with his arms wrapped around me.

“Stupid,” I whisper and throw the covers off myself, seeing the mess all over my body. Our bodily fluids mixed with a little blood coat my thighs, and my world stops. Feeling the evidence is one thing, but seeing it is another. Snatching one of his T-shirts from the laundry hamper. I swing the door open and race down the stairs, tears brimming my eyes. I waited all those years and for what? To be left like some used chew toy?

Last night, I told myself that it was a one night stand, so why did it bother me so much to wake up alone, without him?

“Woah, where is the fire?”

His voice stops me in my tracks, and I wipe the tears from my face. I pull down the hem of his shirt, stretching it as far as it can go. “What? Nothing?” Okay, now I am stupid. He was here the entire time.

I’m that girl. I’m the virgin girl who falls in love with the guy who takes her virginity. It’s pathetic. But that doesn’t make it less true.

He drops the spatula next to the pan, running toward me. He holds my face in his large hands and wipes my cheeks to get the excess water off. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? Talk to me, sunshine.”

I love it when he calls me that.

“It’s silly.” I avert my eyes to the floor, not wanting to look at his worried face.

“Nothing you can say would ever be silly.” The honesty in his voice makes guilt eat at my stomach.

I swallow my insecurity and twist my fingers together. “I thought…” And the damn tears start to burn my eyes again. I take a deep breath and try to explain myself again. “I thought…”

“You thought, what, sunshine?”

“I thought you left, okay? I thought you left me. I felt dirty and used.” I pull at the hem on my shirt again, covering up the evidence making me feel dirty.

He glances down, furrowing his brows, and looks up at my face again. He doesn’t get it. I sigh and lift my shirt, showing him the mess on my thighs. “Oh. Oh! Wait. You thought after last night, I’d leave you like that? I’d never do that to you. Let me run you a bath. I should have taken better care of you last night. I was being selfish. I should have never let you wake up like that. I’m so sorry, sunshine.” He kisses me on the forehead, embracing me in a tight hug. “Let me turn off the stove, and I’ll run you a nice, hot bubble bath, yeah?”

I nod, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

He kisses my forehead again before walking back to the stove and turning it off. “I left to make you breakfast. I never would have left you all alone after a night like that.” He walks by me and holds out his hand. “Come on. Come with me.”