Cade’s gaze was on her face, and she kept her eyes locked on his. It was like a titillating dance between them. They didn’t break eye contact even as she heard his zipper, heard the rustle of fabric as they fell to the floor, and watched his mouth curve into a sexy smile as he tugged his boxers off. Since he was down to nothing, it was only fair that she finish undressing, so, eyes still locked to his, she tugged her shirt off.
And then she was naked in front of him, and he was naked except for his socks, and the time for playing was past. As if on the same wavelength, Kylie reached for him at the same time as he reached for her, and then they were kissing fiercely, mouths locked together. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest and now she could feel the length of him, hot, hard and erect against her belly.
She kissed him again and he tasted like alcohol and man and all the delicious things she’d been longing for. “Cade,” she moaned against him.
“Fuck, I love the feel of your breasts pressed up against me,” he murmured against her mouth. “Screw the whole ‘no touching’ thing. I want to touch all of you.”
And before she could come up with a teasing protest, his hands cupped her ass and he pinned her hips against his in a blatant show of just what he intended.
All the breath escaped her lungs, and Kylie could do little more than moan a response.
Cade took charge. He continued kissing her, but began to steer them toward the large bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, he gave her a little push of encouragement and she went onto her back, only to have his body press against hers a moment later. The kissing continued as he moved over her, and then his knees were between her thighs and he tugged one of her calves around his hip.
She moaned, clinging to his shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, his mouth pressing on her neck. “So many perfect things about your body. Look at these breasts.” His thumb rolled her nipple, enticing a gasp of pleasure from her throat. “Look at how big and luscious they are, with beautiful pink nipples.”
His hand on her was the best thing she’d ever felt. She arched against his touch, pressing her breast into his hand, eager for more. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, to demand that he lick and bite and suck like a wild animal, but shyness took over.
“That feels really good,” she told him in a soft voice, and then winced at herself and the dumb words. Gee, really good, Kylie! Way to encourage him. Her hand crept to the curls of his golden hair, and she couldn’t help but drag her fingers through them, adding to her sensory pleasure.
“Are your breasts sensitive, Kylie?”
She nodded in response, and whimpered when he leaned down and took one aching nipple into his mouth.
“Then that makes teasing them even more fun,” he murmured against her skin, then licked one tip sensuously.
Kylie cried out, digging her nails into his shoulder. “Oh, Jesus, do that again.”
“I plan on it,” he murmured, nuzzling the other breast. His fingers teased the peak of one while his mouth worked the other to a tight peak. And just when Kylie thought she’d come out of her skin with need, his hand left her breast and slipped between her legs and brushed through the curls of her pussy. “Goddamn, you’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Cade,” she moaned, unable to articulate anything but his name. She was existing in a pool of delicious need, and her body was desperate for release.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured as he kissed his way back up to her mouth. His lips were urgent on her own, and when his tongue speared into her mouth, she licked it in encouragement.
She didn’t want to wait any longer, either. “Yes, please.”
And even though she’d been encouraging him, she was still shocked when he pushed her legs apart a little further and sank into her in one swift stroke. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask about a condom, but then he put a hand under her hip, raising her at an angle, and stuffed a pillow underneath her bottom. He stroked in again.
And her entire body came alive.
Oh God, that must have been her G-spot. When he sank into her, he pressed against something that made her crazy with need, and her skin prickled at the surge of pleasure. A hoarse little gasp escaped her.
“Is that the spot?” he murmured, his breathing as rapid and harsh as her own.
Full of wonder, Kylie could do nothing but nod.
He clasped her hips tight and began to pound into her with sure, deep thrusts. Every single one felt better than the last, and before she knew it, her toes were curling and she was clenching him tight with her legs, and moaning like a wild woman. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, and oh mercy, that felt even better.