All I can feel is his tongue, his lips. The smell of his cologne clouds my senses and I dimly register that he smells good. Really, really good.
His body feels hard against mine, even through the soft silks and cotton of his shirt and jacket. I can feel my breathing catching in my chest, threatening to overwhelm me. I feel dizzy and hold onto him tighter.
Furiously I grab at his hair and am satisfied when he gasps and pulls away. Then his hands are on the hem of my dress and I’m shivering, a gasp slipping out of me. My hands move from his hair to his tie and I fumble to pull it off, the silk moving easily within my hands. I tear at his buttons and hear him groan as his free hand moves to my zipper.
Without preamble, he’s unzipping my dress and I find myself shimmying out of it. I let it tumble to the floor in a heap and I am struck by the fact that he is seeing me in nothing more than my lacy underwear.
I undo the last of his buttons and push his clothing off his shoulders. He shrugs it off obligingly and he’s left wearing his dress pants and little else. My eyes widen at the sight of his cock.
He’s toned, gorgeously so. His abs are tight against his stomach and he’s nothing like I imagined. I always knew he looked good beneath those suits, but I had never imagined how good.
Before I can make a move, he’s grabbing me and carrying me to the couch. I gasp as he pushes me down. There’s something predatory in his eyes and when his lips find my neck, I melt.
He sucks my skin, his hands circling around my back and finding the clasp of my bra. He unclips it before I get the chance to protest and he pulls it off in one quick motion. I look up at him in nothing but my panties.
My breasts are exposed to the cool air and I feel my nipples harden, tighten with desire. He notices it too and he says, “So you do want me.”
Then his lips are on mine again, his hands roaming over my body. I’m writing beneath him, his skilled hands tweaking my nipples, palming my breasts, and claiming my body. He feels so good and I think that the world is spinning. I grab him, clutching onto him tightly, my fingernails digging into his skin.
He lifts me off the couch cushions, pulling my panties down my thighs. I part my legs and let him pull them off me. There’s a deep heat that burns in my center and I moan. My heels push against the couch as I groan and squirm.
When Cade fumbles with his belt, I know that he’s not going to wait, not going to hold back and I feel a thrill tingle down my spine, sending a searing dampness to my opening. This is incredible.
I can feel his breath on my skin, his low groans. My own skin feels slick with sweat and I am shifting beneath him, moaning and grinding my hips. I moan deeply as I shiver. My body responds, I part my thighs. Cade doesn’t hesitate, his fingers exploring the heat of my opening, pushing slowly within me and making me gasp with desire. I bite my lip to hold back the cry.
I shiver, arching, hands reaching for his pants, forcefully undoing them, fumbling as I undo the button.
I gasped, bucking my hips as his fingers push deeper within me. My breathing is shaky as the burning pleasures rise inside me.
“Cade… more.” I moan despite myself. I feel like my whole world is spinning and I want more, want to get lost in the pleasure that is Cade, in the way he touches me so perfectly.
He shifts and I hold him tightly, wrapping my arms around him, holding on for dear life. He is warm against me and his eyes are as electric as they have always been. My head is spinning and I bite my lip.
Cade groans and I feel his cock pressing against me. He’s impressive, hot and big. Oh so, so big. I’ve never felt anything like this and I groan deeply, shifting against him. A gasp leaves me as he slowly, slowly pushes his cock inside of me. I feel as if I am about to pass out, the heat that started at my opening has spreading to every inch of my body.
He is gasping and the sound thrills me, sends shivers down my spine. One arm is braced against the couch and I feel his tense muscles as he begins to rock slowly within me, entering me further. It’s all consuming and I find myself gasping for breath. My hands clutch his skin and I gasp. Sweat trickles down my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut.
The only thing left is the feel of him. The anger has faded away to a burning kind of lust, to a shiver that just won’t quit, to a low groan in my chest and the fact that all I can feel is him. I hold onto him tightly as he thrusts into me. I gasp. So strong and confident and better than I could have ever imagined.
I writhe beneath him, squirming and bucking and arching my hips in time to the rhythm that shivers down my spine and into my soul. It’s everything I could have ever hoped for and more. He moves faster and harder. He pushes within me deeper and suddenly, I feel terribly light headed. The pressure is building, the heat threatening to overwhelm me completely. Pleasure blinds me and I groan. The feel of his cock, the friction against my opening, the strong thrusts.