The Unfortunates(16)
She stepped forward, pulling at the lace that held the bodice of her dress together. Slowly, it started to unravel and Kade found himself eagerly waiting for her alluring breasts to be free from the inconvenient fabric. “Well, she’s not here. All you have is me.”
Kade ignored the possessive tone of her voice. Elizabeth had always claimed Kade as hers, but she knew damn well he couldn’t be claimed. He was free to do whatever the hell he wanted—whoever the hell he wanted—and no woman would change that. Elizabeth’s generous bust poured out of the fabric, making Kade’s fingers twitch against his thigh. She had the perfect nipple to breast ratio—even he appreciated that.
“All I have is you?” Kade muttered, flicking a finger over her hard nipple. Her breath caught in her throat and she inched closer. He ignored the tone in which Elizabeth said ‘all you have is me.’ He could prove her wrong this second and drag in the girl who was being fucked from behind ten minutes ago and prove that assumption incorrect. She stepped even closer and Elizabeth’s usual clove and daisy scent filtered through him, but it didn’t set fire to his blood like Nine’s cherry smell did. He wanted to fist her auburn locks as he took her roughly from behind.
“Dress off. Bed now.”
Elizabeth slipped her dress down her petite frame and over her narrow hips. Without anything but a sexy glance over her shoulder, she climbed onto the bed. Kade was on her in a flash, gripping her thighs and rolling her onto her back. He kissed her, crushing his lips to hers and tasting nothing but wine and cherries. The taste alone was enough to make him come. His hand found its way between her legs and he slid a finger between her bare, wet lips. Elizabeth shuddered against Kade’s body and he smiled. He’d always enjoyed making a woman feel good. Nothing made him feel manlier than making a woman come on his cock or fingers.
“You’re a big boy now,” Elizabeth purred underneath him as she slipped a hand between their bodies and grabbed a hold of his length. “I don’t want to come on your hands.”
Kade pulled his hips back to allow for more room as she dragged the very tip of him across her wet, slippery entrance. She was wet—she always was for him. Minimal foreplay went into sex with Elizabeth and if he was being honest, Kade hated skipping foreplay, especially when he didn’t intend to make the woman come through sex. How do you build up the excitement and the pleasure without foreplay? To him, foreplay was the opening scene, and sex, the secondary act. If you don’t have a girl writhing and screaming your name before sex even starts, you’ve already disappointed her. Women are difficult creatures; for example, when a woman touches a man’s cock, it feels good—everywhere. On the head, on the shaft, at the base and even the balls, but when a man touches a woman’s pussy, he has to hit the right spots. It’s like guessing the right code to a safe by going off the sounds and vibrations it emits. Get it wrong and it’s a wasted effort. Get it right and you’re open to endless possibilities and pleasures. A well-wound, aroused woman will do anything for her release, her reservation drops away and she’ll moan, scream, and beg for you to make her come. She’ll show you exactly what she likes, taking all of the work off you and putting it on herself. That was Kade’s base line to epic sex. Please her, and she’ll take you to places you’ve never been before.
He felt her opening stretch as she slowly slipped his cock lower, and without hesitation, he thrust, sinking himself deep inside her with a husky groan. Elizabeth pulled her hand away and immediately sank her sharp nails into his backside as she moaned and pulled him harder into her. He gritted his teeth as her nails began to cut the skin; it was a pain that Kade loved. It was the pain of passion, a mutual passion.
Kade wanted this to be over quickly, but once he was inside her tight hole, sliding in and out so seamlessly, he wanted the feeling to last forever. That wasn’t going to happen, however. Kade had things he needed to do, maps he needed to study, so he began to thrust harder, faster, deeper, until Elizabeth’s walls began to squeeze and milk him for all that he had.
“Yes,” Elizabeth panted, her arms squeezing her breasts together.
He felt it in his balls, the familiar tightness, and his shaft swelled, leaving even less room inside her. She was tight and he grunted every time he had to force himself that little bit deeper. She began to gasp, shutting her eyes and clawing him harder.
“Yes!” she cried out. The noise, the sound of a woman nearing climax, was fucking sexy and it pushed him to the edge. As Elizabeth came, Kade sucked a breast into his mouth and bit down as he spilled himself into her. His climax was nice, but boring, in a way. Foreplay. It all came back to foreplay for him. He wanted to be wound up to the point of combusting before feeling the velvety insides of a woman. Kade pulled himself out and off of Elizabeth, who rolled happily onto her side. A shower and bed was now all he needed for a good night’s sleep. He put his clothes back on and headed for the door without another word. It wasn’t because it was awkward or because he disliked her. Kade liked Elizabeth, she was one of his dearest friends, but they’d been at this for nine years and there was nothing new to say to each other. To be honest, Kade didn’t want to linger just in case she decided to read into it. He wouldn’t put it past Elizabeth to have a wedding planned and ready by the morning.