Cain's Identity(50)

Cain smiled at her. “So you’re not gonna toss me out on my ass if I don’t get it right the first time?” Because for him, this would be the first time he made love to her. He had nothing to compare it with other than his dreams. Yet Faye would compare him to the old Cain.
“My love,” she murmured, shaking her head as if to reprimand him. “You’ve never gotten it wrong. You know my body better than I do.”
He grinned. “Well, in that case . . .” He slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Then he took hold of her dress again and ripped the remainder in two.
His eyes wandered lower. “You’re wearing panties today.” In his last dream, she’d been bare.
“That’s because I wasn’t expecting this.”
Cain clicked his tongue. “You should always be expecting it. Day and night. Because a woman like you should have her legs spread and my cock inside her twenty-four-seven.”
Faye tossed him a coquettish look. “Then why are you still talking?”#p#分页标题#e#
“Good point,” he acknowledged and took her lips again.
He remembered the dream where he’d taken her against the wall, but this wasn’t how he wanted to take her for the first time. He needed her underneath him.
Kissing her hard, he lifted her into his arms and brought her down onto the bearskin rug before he released her, kicked his shoes off, and made quick work of his pants and socks. He wanted nothing to impede his movements.
Faye’s hands reached for him to draw him down to her and he complied, sliding between her spread legs. Only her tiny panties now covered the precious spot at the apex of her thighs, yet didn’t prevent the scent of her arousal from spreading in the room. His nostrils flared when they filled with the tantalizing aroma.
With his knuckles he rubbed against the fabric, making her jolt. “Easy, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll give you everything you need.” Or die trying. But he wouldn’t be rushed. He wanted to explore her, to get to know her body, to feast his eyes on her.
Had he really had a woman like her before when he’d still been the old Cain? When he’d had a memory? What a lucky son-of-a-bitch he must have been to have called a woman like Faye his own.
The knowledge that nobody had touched her during his absence filled him with satisfaction. And for that he would reward her now, so she would know how much he appreciated her loyalty and faithfulness.
His fingers slid under the fabric of her delicate panties.
“Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips and arching her back.
Encouraged by her receptiveness, he explored her moist flesh. She was soft and warm, her female folds drenched with her juices, her knees at an angle now to give him better access. By her reaction he knew that he’d done this to her many times. But for him it was all new. Exciting, thrilling. To touch a woman for the first time and learn what she liked, to give her pleasure, was an experience nobody could ever repeat. That he had this chance now, that he was able to start all over again with Faye, he was grateful for.
Cain bathed his fingers in her wetness before he dove farther south. Impatient to get a taste of what her muscles felt like when they would squeeze his cock, he probed at her entrance and drove his finger into her.
A gasp came from her. “Cain!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”
Did she want more than just one finger? Already now she felt too tight for even one digit. Once he thrust into her with his cock, she would milk him in an instant.
“I’m not gonna rush this. You’ll have to wait for my cock just a little while longer.” Despite the fact that he himself could barely wait any longer.
Withdrawing his finger amidst a protesting mewl, he gripped her panties and pulled them down before discarding them on the floor. Finally he could feast his eyes on her. The sight made him salivate. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and brought his mouth to her pussy. His hands clamped over her upper thighs when he heard her moan.
“I haven’t even started,” Cain murmured, grinning.
“Then start,” Faye begged.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lapped his tongue against her soft female flesh and allowed the flavor to spread. Involuntarily he closed his eyes and let himself fall. Greedily he licked her, explored her, while Faye writhed underneath him, her hips lifting to grind against him, her lips issuing moans and sighs. Sounds of pleasure like the ones he remembered from his dreams echoed in his ears.
Intoxicated by her scent and her taste, he continued licking her, while he released one thigh, only to drive a finger into her quivering slit, so he could concentrate his efforts on a spot farther up. When he swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, she nearly lifted off the rug. He growled, letting her know that he wasn’t done yet.