I lifted my hips up off the blanket so he could pull my leggings - and my panties - off. And then I was completely naked, vulnerable like I've never been before but not afraid, not self-conscious. Kaden looked at me, his eyes moving down my body, down to my slick, aching sex.
"Fuck," he said, yanking open the zipper on his pants. "Fuck, Tasha."
When he pulled himself out it was instantly clear that Lena and Maisie were right. He was big. So big I actually gasped, torn between needing him - between needing that - and wondering how it was going to fit.
"Kaden," I whispered, hearing the note of awe in my tone.
"What?" He was fumbling in his jean's pocket, the jeans he hadn't even pulled down past his thighs.
"It's so - Kaden, it's so... big."
He actually paused when I said that, breaking into a smile as he looked down at me, condom in one hand, shaking his head.
"What?" I said. "Did I say something wrong? I just don't see how-"
"No," Kaden replied, leaning down to kiss me slowly. "No, Tasha. You didn't say anything wrong, you crazy girl. No man wants to hear anything except what you just said."
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his body down on top of mine and then whimpering at the feeling of his cock against my belly.
"Is that what you want?" He asked, flicking his tongue between my lips.
I looked up into his blue eyes. "Yeah...Kaden. Please - just please go slowly."
"Don't worry, Tasha," he said, sitting up so he could put on the condom. "I'll be careful with you."
And then he was there - right there. "Are you OK?" He murmured, kissing my ear. "Is this OK, baby?"
It was going to hurt. That much I knew. My body was tense, too, anticipating pain. But there was no ambiguity in me - I wanted him. My legs opened up a little more and I tilted my hips up, towards him. All of those worries about not knowing what to do and it seemed that, somehow, my body just knew.
When Kaden pushed himself into me my breath caught in my throat and I cried out. There was a searing pain that, sharp as it was, didn't make me want to stop. I looked up at his face and saw that he was holding back, struggling to stay in control. He went slowly, until he was all the way inside me.
"Mmm," he moaned, pushing his tongue into my mouth again. "Tasha, ohhh..."
Pain or no, the feeling was something wholly new. It was an invasion - psychological as well as physical. It was being taken over. And lying there underneath Kaden's strong, muscled body I found that I wanted to be invaded, I wanted to be taken. His pleasure was intoxicating and all I wanted to do was give him more of it.
When he started to thrust we just looked into each other's eyes - paying the kind of attention that can only be paid when your body is locked together with someone else's. His eyes were so blue, so totally glazed with lust and the concentration it was taking to go slow. Seeing that look sent a jolt of electricity through my sex.
"Kaden," I said, kissing his shoulder as he buried his face in my neck. "It's OK. I want this - I want you to go- oh!"
His reply was to sink himself into me even harder and deeper, deep enough to cut the words off in my mouth. The pain wasn't gone, although it had turned into more of a diffuse kind of ache, but that feeling of being full, it did something.
"What?" Kaden asked me. "Did you like that?"
And then he did it again, one of those hard thrusts, holding himself there, all the way in. At first, I thought it felt strange, like a tickle or maybe an itch - I couldn't tell. But then my body began to recognize it for what it was - pleasure.
"Kaden, oh- oh my God..." I breathed, closing my eyes and pushing my hips up to meet his.
"Is it that?" He asked me, thrusting down, hard, again. "Does that feel good, Tasha?"
I could barely even speak. It did feel good - and although I didn't realize it at the time, I hadn't been expecting that. And every time he did it, it felt a little better, every thrust made me want the next one a little more.
"Yes," I squeaked, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
Kaden hadn't even taken the time to take the rest of his clothes off. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head, increasingly desperate to feel his skin against my skin, and then sighed at the feeling of his bare chest against me. Nothing had ever felt so right or so perfect as being underneath Kaden that afternoon, opening my body for him, taking him. And as we moved our bodies together something started to happen. Something I hadn't expected at all. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as it came over me, the first little whispers of oblivion. I think he knew what it was before I did.