I moaned in pure pleasure as I felt his teeth, nipping at my flesh, drawing my nipple in deeper, and then rolling it with his tongue until I thought I would come from that alone.
He moved to the other one, possessing it with his mouth and tongue, and I felt my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer, as if that were even possible.
"I need you inside of me," I moaned softly, my hand now fisting in his thick, dark hair. "Please, baby?" I whimpered.
"Patience, babe," his lips said against my sensitive skin, as he moved himself lower.
His tongue was now blazing a slow, sensuous trail down my belly, while his hands moved even lower; and his fingers gently plied the folds of my pussy apart. I felt myself rock against him as he inserted one finger, and then another into my sanctum, gently probing the depths as my wetness coated them.
His tongue flickered over my slit, lapping each sensitive fold of my pussy, and then plunged inside of my core, where it joined his fingers, as the heat of his touch slowly enveloped my senses into this moment in time. I never wanted this feeling to end.
I moaned audibly, thrusting my pelvis up against him, swiveling my hips so that every nerve ending in my core was being touched by him.
He continued loving my pussy, moaning to himself as he tasted my wetness and his tongue washed over my clit again and again, sending shock waves through me from head to toe.
He felt my trembling, knowing already that I was very near climax, so he slowed his tempo a bit, rising up from me to reach for the condom on the nightstand next to the bed.
All the while, his fingers continued their gentle probing of my sex, as he effectively removed the condom from the wrapper and rolled it onto his rigid cock with one hand.
He was on his knees, his eyes boring into me with a hungry passion that owned me.
"I want to fuck you this way," he said, grabbing a pillow and raising my hips up so that he could position it underneath my ass. "I want to watch you come with my cock inside of you."
I nodded.
All that I could think about was that, at this moment, Cain was mine. He was all about me. I didn't have to share. Every kiss, every thrust, every lick was for me and only me.
He grabbed my legs, and positioned them over his shoulders, leaning in as his hand guided his sheathed cock into me with a forceful thrust.
I moaned in pleasure, licking my lips as I watched his muscular thighs; he knelt between my raised legs, and rocked in and out of me with slow deliberation.
I was mesmerized by him in every way. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and totally focused on his thrusting, his hands now cupping my ass, lifting me up just a bit and adjusting me for his fit.
His cock was teasing my G-spot, and that's when I felt my body take over; my muscles tightened around his girth; and I heard his sharp intake of breath as they did.
"Christ baby," he rasped, his eyes now coming open in surprise. "You're fucking going to milk me, aren't you?"
"Uh huh," I murmured, feeling myself contract once again around his swollen member.
"This is mine, Cain," I whispered. "This is for me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
"Aww…baby," he breathed, watching me as I was slowly being wrecked by this man, "You know I mean it."
Our tempo increased and, together, we spiraled into a perfect orgasm, our eyes deadlocked and my mind totally obliterated with the things that he made me feel, physically and emotionally.
Fuck.
I loved him.
Totally.
chapter 16
I learned quickly that Cain had not exaggerated one bit when he laid out our agenda for the weekend. We had alternated between fucking and making love all through the night.
I had never known just how totally electrifying having a man's cock buried inside of me could be until it was Cain's. I had moaned and mewled those feminine sounds at the pleasure he gave me, but for once they were real—not fake the way I had done so many times before. Because this was real and it totally rocked. Cain had made me his and I wasn't going anywhere. I knew that there was no way I could ever walk away from this—from him.
I was still curled up in his arms, naked and totally satiated from the night. His slow, even breathing against the back of my neck soothed me and made me feel so fucking secure that I never wanted to leave this bed.
But I knew that it wasn't possible. Because this was still their bed. And the guilt momentarily washed over me, so I gently moved Cain's arm from around my torso, and scooted towards the edge of the bed.
"Where are you going?" his husky voice asked from behind me.
"I…uh…I thought maybe a shower?" I said, putting it more like a question than a statement.
"We can do that," he said, rousting himself up. "But we're doing it together."
And that's exactly how our Sunday went. We did everything together.
We showered, we ate, we made love, we watched television, we ate, we fucked, we showered again and then we cuddled and I was thinking that cuddling with my man was pretty fucking awesome too.
I put the flannel PJ's with the feet in them that Darcy had given me for Christmas on after our last shower. I returned to the bathroom, dressed, to hang up my damp towels.
Cain was standing in front of the mirrored vanity, towel slung low on his hips shaving when he happened to glance over at me and then did a double take.
"Ah, hell to the no, woman," he barked, his brow cocked; a hint of amusement flickered across his face.
"What?" I asked innocently, looking down at my totally-covered-in-flannel body.
"You'll not be wearing that shit to bed because I swear I'll rip them off of you. Unacceptable, babe."
"Cain," I whined, "For Chrissake, I'm sore. Can we just cuddle for a bit?"
He turned back to the mirror, tilted his face upward so that he could take his razor up under his chin.
"We did that cuddling shit earlier," he replied, shaking the razor to get the shaving cream off in the sink full of water. "This is our last night together," he said plainly. "I want to make it memorable."
I had to smile. "On two conditions," I parried.
He looked at my reflection in the mirror, quirking a brow again and waiting to hear my conditions.
"First," I said, "We sleep in my room tonight, okay?"
He nodded and waited for me to continue.
"Secondly, uh…can you be extra gentle?" I asked hesitantly because, the truth was, my crotch was, in fact, sore from all the attention he'd been giving it for the last day and a half.
"Why do you think I'm standing here removing my face stubble, babe? You think I can't see your reddened skin?"
I felt myself blush, of all things. Where in the hell did that come from? This man had seen and licked every inch of my body, including every crack and crevice, the truth be told.
I stifled a giggle and left the bathroom, pulling off all of the sheets on their bed and throwing them into the washer.
I re-made their bed with fresh sheets and blankets.
"Why are you doing that?" Cain asked as he came out of the bathroom, wearing a white T-shirt and low-slung pajama pants.
I shrugged. "I just don't think I want Eli to come home to sheets that…you know?"
"What? Smell like our sex?"
"Yes," I said, quickly, tossing a bit of a glare into it.
"Don't you think that I would've had the good sense to do that?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Cain," I sighed. "This is just…new to me. I don't think I'll know how to act around him when he comes home."