My mouth slams down to muffle her last word. With my body, my touch and with everything I have, I show Piper just how much I love her back.
Piper
"I CAN'T. NOT again."
"You can and you will," he mumbles against my clit. "Goddamn, sunshine, your pussy is delicious."
I groan as he buries his face between my thighs and kisses me deep, as if he's working over my mouth but . . . "Oh, God that feels good."
"Hmm, tastes good too."
"Such a sweet talker."
"I love this piercing." He pulls it with his teeth and then licks me from bottom to top with the flat line of his tongue. "Almost as much as I love this pussy, and your tits. You have the best tits, sunshine. I love them almost as much as I love your pretty pink lips, especially when they're around my cock. We need to revisit that again A.S.A.P, but not until I'm done with my new favorite part of you."
I gasp and hold his head down while I grind into his mouth. Caden on a mission to make me come is freaking ah-mazing, but after a hot shower and three orgasms, one for him and two for me, his focus slips. Yet he doesn't seem to mind toying with me. He whispers into my sensitive flesh, warm breath, hot words. God, he gives stellar service.
"I thought you liked my tits better than my . . . my . . . oh, fuck." He sucks my clit, hallowing out his cheeks as he reaches up and grabs my nipple. He tweaks it hard and then does it again. "Oh . . ." I clench my knees around his head ". . . I'm coming."
My mind scatters in fragments. I look down as Caden gazes up, and his eyes. Dear Lord, his deep turquoise eyes bate me into giving him more, more than I thought it possible to give. A breath escapes my lips and I suck it back in, pleading with him even as he sinks one finger inside me and then another, rubbing in the perfect spot. I know what he wants.
"I can't. Not again."
He nods but his mouth never leaves me, nor do his fingers, or his other hand snaking around my hip to keep me still as he devours me. Devours. And right then, as his tongue finds my ring, his teeth not far behind, the pulses start. Deep, radiating pulses under the pads of his fingers and beneath the attention of his hot mouth. Deep, intense pulses radiate from my core to my feet, through my chest and arms, pulses so powerful I forget modesty and expunge coyness. I grunt and groan, grip his hair and ride out the most intense orgasm of my life all over his beautiful fucking face.
"Caden Lawless," I whisper through the last spasm and then loosen my legs, letting them fall open, wide and lax.
He chuckles, kissing and licking one inner thigh and then the other. Perching himself on his elbows, he stares at my pussy.
"What are you doing? Come here." I reach for him, but he stays put. There's no way I can move a mountain so I flop on my back with an arm over my eyes, laughing. I'm not ashamed of my body, I've given it freely for pleasure, but something about Caden's velvet appreciation heats my cheeks. "You're crazy."
"You're beautiful. Every fucking inch, sunshine." He kisses my clit once, worships it a second time, and then crawls up my body, stopping to toy with my nipples.
This man. He's good for my soul. I wrench him by the ears so we're face to face and proceed to melt against him, arms and legs holding tight. His lazy smile is like meeting a unicorn for the first time-un-fucking real.
"I like my mouth on you. And I definitely like the way you say my name when you come."
"Then it's a very good thing I'm enamored with your fine motor skills and that your mother gave you an easy title." His brow arches as he twirls a piece of my hair around his finger. "Seriously, could you imagine screaming Maximillian Montgomery or Thaddaeus Vanderbilt while climaxing? Just doesn't have the same impact, you know?"
"Who's the crazy one in this relationship, sunshine?"
I laugh, and it feels so blessed good that I lean up and kiss him. That simple touch turns into a long, thorough defiling with me on my knees and his hand on my ass. So damn good. Wrapped in his arms, my back to his chest, sleep finds me for minutes, maybe an hour, until I wake to his mouth on my neck, his fingers stroking my hip and outer thigh. We start again, hungry for each other and the rush of feeling.
Morning dawns in shades of violet and orange. After a long, leisurely shower, I slip into Caden's dress shirt and roll the sleeves. He tracks my every move with the intensity of a swirling tornado and slides into jeans commando-style, leaving the button open.
And then he's gone. Slipping through the door, he leaves me breathless and shaking. I clutch my beating heart and check on JT, and then join Caden in the kitchenette while he makes coffee. Steam rises as the bitter tang of roasted beans fills the air, and he turns to find me close, so close we're chest to chest after he takes one step. Without a word, he lifts me by the waist so I sit on the island counter. Damn sexy-ass man stares into my eyes. Stares. No contact, no talking-he just lays his eyes on mine.