She ended up sprawled on her back again. Their limbs tangled as their mouths stayed fused together. Kade cupped her breasts, teasing the hard, sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pussy.
Pulling his lips from hers, he rasped, “Tell me that you want this as much as I do, Asha.”
“I do,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath his, her hips rising in a silent plea. “I need you.”
His mouth came down on one of her nipples, his teeth nipping, his tongue stroking. Asha panted, her body completely unused to this kind or this level of arousal. “I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she whispered to herself.
Kade heard her. Lifting his head, he laved his tongue in the valley between her breasts before he said harshly, “We’re just starting, so you’ll be feeling a whole lot more before long.” His fingers pinched her nipples lightly, his tongue following the sting of pain. “Your breasts are perfect.”
“Small,” Asha answered in a breathless voice.
“Just right,” Kade argued, cupping them in his hands. “Your nipples remind me of rich, milk chocolate. Did I ever tell you how addicted I am to chocolate?”
It was a question that wasn’t meant to be answered, and Asha wasn’t able to speak as Kade drew each nipple into his mouth, one after the other, sucking and stroking with his mouth and tongue. He seemed to know just how to touch them, how to make her absolutely crazy. No one had ever worshipped her breasts, and that was exactly what Kade was doing, making her lose every insecurity she’d ever had about her not being particularly abundant. Obviously, he found them alluring, and that was all that mattered to her at the moment.
She whimpered as Kade moved lower, his mouth and tongue tasting the skin of her belly. His hands caressed her legs before gripping them securely and opening her to him. Asha felt the air hit the sensitive flesh between her thighs as Kade moved, going lower, one of his large hands sliding up her thigh and using his fingers to penetrate the already saturated folds of her pussy.
Asha knew she should have been mortified. Kade’s head was directly between her thighs, his fingers delving into her pussy, but she felt nothing but a clenching in her gut, a need so volatile that she raised her hips, begging for something more. “Please, Kade.” Her voice was desperate, tortured. She’d never felt this way before, never had a man pleasure her in this way, and it was akin to both torture and ecstasy. How was it that she was twenty-seven years old and had never felt this kind of arousal? Asha felt as if this was her sexual awakening. What had once been a duty was now a pleasure beyond her comprehension.
This is what I missed. This is what I always yearned for, but never knew exactly what was missing.
“Please what?” Kade asked in a low, aroused voice. “Voice it out loud. Tell me what you need.”
“Touch me harder. Touch me there,” Asha told him desperately, surprised that she could actually ask for what she wanted. But with Kade, she knew she could. It wasn’t dark, there was no shame, and he was making her feel wanted, needed and so very feminine.
His fingers moved, one tip flicking across her clit. “Like that?” he asked in a muffled voice, his tongue stroking the crease between her thigh and her pussy.
“Yes. But harder,” she begged, not recognizing her own needy voice.
“I’m going down on you, Asha. I have to taste your orgasm when you come,” Kade said harshly, right before his tongue and mouth started to devour her.
Asha’s ass came completely off the bed, and Kade slipped his hands beneath it, cupping it to draw her harder against his mouth, groaning into her pussy as he used his lips and mouth to make her completely lose control. “Kade. I can’t—” She wanted to tell him she couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t true. She was panting, a moan escaping as she stopped fighting the ecstasy of what he was doing to her and let herself just…feel, exactly the way he had asked her to do. Her hands gripped his head, desperate for release. “Please,” she pleaded.
His tongue moved over her clit a little harder, a little faster, making her even more frenzied. She came apart just when she was certain she was going to lose her mind, her body rocking with the force of her climax.
“Kade.” She gasped his name as she fisted his hair, letting Kade own her body during those moments, his tongue still moving over her clit, his mouth savoring every drop of her explosive orgasm.
She was still quivering when Kade crawled up her body. Both of them were slick with sweat, but she suspected most of it was hers. Dear God…she’d never felt anything like what Kade had just done to her. Her heart was still racing, pounding in her throat, making her unable to speak. Kade’s eyes were turbulent and fierce as he looked down at her with male satisfaction. “You’re beautiful,” he said in a husky, awed voice.