“Like what you see?” I smirk, knowing she does. I sure as fuck like what I’m seeing.
“You look okay.” She smiles and I know she’s playing, but the inner beast in me has me wanting to fuck her hard, and then get her to admit she’s lying.
“Can you get the light?” she requests as I continue to get my fill of her on my bed.
“What?” I look down, admiring her laying there, her lips swollen from my kiss, her glazed eyes filled with appreciation. It’s a sight I plan to burn into my memory and call on constantly.
“The light, can you get it?” she repeats, now looking unsure.
Planting my knee to the bed, I move up, my body covering hers. “Woman, if I’m getting a taste of this,” I run my finger between her tits, down her stomach and between her legs, “I wanna see every inch of it.” She shudders at my touch but doesn't say anything. I don’t know what kind of dickheads she’s been with before, but fucking her in the dark is not what I had in mind. A body like hers needs to be worshiped, not fucking hidden.
“Take this off.” I show her what I want, running my finger along the swell of her breasts. I can see she’s struggling with something, but with what I don’t know. She takes a large breath, like she’s preparing herself, and then nods with unease.
I pull back waiting for her to tell me she changed her mind or that I’ve blown it. Instead, she sits up and reaches down to grab the hem of her shirt. Lifting it above her head, she tosses it to the side. Following her movements, I watch her release her pert tits from her bra, exposing her sweetly curved mounds. My hands find them immediately, the creamy flesh fitting just right in my hold. Capturing a rose-tipped nipple with my finger and thumb, I look back up at her. “Lose the pants, Kadence.”
She pushes me back. My hold is lost as she stands in front of me. Our positions switched, I sit back and get ready for the show. Her movements are slow; her body turned slightly as I watch her pull them straight down her legs leaving her panties in place. Turning somewhat back to me, she cocks her eyebrow, waiting for me to get my fill.
“Jesus.” I hold back a sigh. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight. I knew she was beautiful, but standing there in front of me? Fuck. Her soft porcelain skin shines against the glow of the ceiling light and her long, dark hair hangs over her breasts. There’s this air of innocence about her, but at the same time, I know this woman could destroy me.
Her black lace panties hold all of my attention, the lace showing a little of the milky skin underneath. I’m anxious to see what’s under there, to taste her on my tongue.
“Come here,” I demand, ready for more. She turns her body face on, and then takes one slow step to me, my eyes fixed on hers. Taking another step toward me, I reach forward, putting my hands to her waist, ready to pull her the rest of the way when I feel something under my fingers.
Moving my hand away, I take a closer look. She stops frozen as I run my eyes over the damaged skin. “Turn.” My tone surprises me, the demand not meant to come out harsh as my eyes follow the path of the nasty scar. She does as she’s told, turning to her side without argument, revealing her marred left side. Her flawless porcelain skin is scarred red and raw from the side of her waist to the high thigh. “Kadence?” My eyes search hers, waiting for an answer to my unasked question. I now know that Jesse was talking about this.
Looking back down, I can’t take my gaze away from the angry, rigid skin. Her waist bears the worst. She pulls her leg away, turning her body to hide herself from me. My eyes look up and lock onto hers again not sure how to proceed. Pain, anger and determination stare back at me, waiting for my reaction. I feel tightness pull in my stomach as I look at her standing there vulnerable, but I don’t react. The recognition that she survived something violent bothers me; I want to protect her from whatever nightmare she lived.
“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice leveled so she doesn’t pull back.
“I was in a fire,” she answers with no emotion, no explanation. Her hands go to cover herself, but I reach forward to stop her. I want her to tell me every fucking detail, how it happened, why it happened, but I know she wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to share, the look in her eyes telling me it’s a no-go zone.
I stand, let her hands go, and move into her space. Leaning down, I kiss her soft lips, letting her know she doesn't have to talk about it with me. She stands rigid, our brief moment still hanging between us. We’re both quiet for a moment, staring back at each other. Unasked questions stir between us, both of us fighting our own battles. My hand goes to her heat, impatient to continue past the strange feelings flowing through me. Moving the lace material aside, I slide a finger down her bare center, and find her wet and hot.
She closes her eyes, becoming lost in the feeling. When she reopens them, desire replaces her apprehension. Lust replaces the anger. Spreading her open, I insert one finger into her tightness and lose myself in her snug heat. I pull out slowly, and then enter her again with a second finger.
“I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy, Kadence,” I tease her. Her breathing labors as I work her over. Her hips come forward, rolling in a desperate effort seeking pleasure.
“Get on the bed,” I order, removing my fingers and stepping back. Mumbling her annoyance, she walks to the bed, crawling to the center. The sight of her on her knees has me following her close behind. She turns and lays flat, her knees coming up, bent and closed together. I pull back and press my hands to her knees, spreading her wide. Moving down her body, the overpowering urge to taste her has my head between her legs. I calm my breathing; I don’t need to blow my load before taking her. Reaching up, I pull her panties straight down, not slowly or delicately, but roughly. She looks down her body to me, her cheeks flushed with arousal as I inhale her sweet musky scent. Running my nose along her seam, I lightly touch her center, tormenting her with feather-like touches. God, she tastes amazing.
“Quit teasing me,” she breathes out. I ignore her request even though the sound of her bossy, sexed-up voice goes straight to my cock. Instead, I run my tongue along all the places that won’t take her over the edge, teasing and savoring her taste. If I only have one night, I’m gonna fucking enjoy it. Her hand comes down, ready to reach the spot herself, but I grab her around the wrist, capturing it before she makes contact.
“Hands above your head,” I demand. As much as I would love to watch her play with herself, I just don’t think I’ll be able to keep myself in check right now.
“Fuck off, Nix. Just give me your mouth,” she spits out, her impatience coming through. I have to admit, I’m beginning to like every side to Kadence, but her feisty side? Fuck, it could undo me.
“Kadence, I’m not going to tell you again, put your fuckin’ hands over your head, or you ain’t getting my tongue.” She huffs out her frustration as I blow my warm breath to her center.
“Fucking asshole,” she hisses between clenched teeth, but I only smile at her frustration. She’s just where I want her.
“I already told you, babe; I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I add more pressure, and she calls out. Her hand comes down again and grabs my hair, the slight sting going straight to my throbbing cock.
“Hands, Kadence,” I warn again directly into her sweet pussy, and she immediately obeys. Grinning into her dark haven, I award her with more pressure. Her hips reply, pushing into my face as I run the flat of my tongue up her middle.
“Fuck, honey.” Her voice is hoarse as she nears her release. My tongue flicks harder, faster as I insert a finger, hooking it to find her G-spot. Her legs seize up, locking around my ears, and I know I’ve found the right spot. I feel her body tense, her orgasm closing in. As much as I want to take her over this very second, I want to feel her tighten around me, hugging me when I first make her come. I slow my movements, pulling my finger out from inside her.
“What the hell?” she pants, confused that I just stopped. “You rotten asshole!” She kicks at me as I stand to drop my pants. My neglected cock springs free, glad to be let out and begging to be deep inside of her.
“Kadence, I wanna bury myself deep in that tight little pussy the first time you come,” I tell her, as I lean over and pull out a condom from the bedside drawer. Ripping it open with my teeth, I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times to soothe the ache. Her eyes shine in appreciation at each rough caress. Watching Kadence watch me, I roll the condom on and climb back between her legs. Lining myself up at the apex of her thighs, I lazily rub the head through her wetness.
“You’re an asshole,” she complains when I keep teasing her. I’m not trying to tease her; I’m trying to calm my raging thoughts of fucking her within an inch of her life.
“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, Kadence. You’ve got me so wound up,” I admit. The taste of her covering my tongue and the sight of her laying underneath has me hanging on by a thread.
“Just fuck me, would you?” She hooks her feet behind me, greedy for me to fill her.
“Kadence,” I growl as I ease myself inside of her. Jesus, I feel like I just found home. I try to switch my mind off and not surrender to the need of losing control and planting myself balls deep.
I draw out, and then inch my way in further, building momentum each time I slide into her heat. Her knees move up to accommodate me.
"Harder." Her breath comes out raw, her eyes burning with need. My speed picks up. I’m more than happy to meet her demands as I begin to pound into her. I feel my restraint slowly slipping as she comes up to meet each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding, the soft whimpers leaving her mouth, all drive me forward, spiraling me into my sexual nirvana.
“Harder, Nix,” she complains and my body responds as my movements become harsh, taking her the way I want to take her. “Yes,” she cries out, receiving all that I give her while still begging for more. Fuck, I’m starting to suspect I’ve met my match.
Reaching down between us, I find her clit and flick it hard, worrying that I’m not gonna get her there before I blow my load. “Fuck, so tight,” I grunt out with each thrust. “I could fuckin’ live in here.” I grind my hips harder into her. Her body responds to my dirty words like I knew she would.
“See how good you feel?” I urge as she arches to meet each powerful thrust. She gasps when I pound my hips harder into her.
“Fuck, my cock is never gonna get enough,” I admit, the words leaving my mouth before I can sensor it. It’s the truth. The feelings of never having her again make my body hum in frustration.
Her snugness is too much for my worked up state. Her soft cries of pleasure come out louder, letting me know she’s close. I try to think of something, anything other than the tightness of her pussy milking me.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it.” Her deep confession is all I need.
“Come,” I demand as she tightens around me. My eyes follow her hands as she grabs her tits, squeezing the tight little nipples between her fingers and screaming out her release, thrashing below me. A red flush floats across her neck and chest, her orgasm evident on her skin. The sight of it takes me over. Letting go, I feel my balls tense up, and a sensation run through me as I continue to pound into her, thrusting once, twice, and then a third time before exploding inside of her with a deep groan.
“Fuck me,” I get out, between breaths.
“I just did,” she jokes and I look down, leaning my forehead to hers. A light sheen of sweat over hers mixes with mine.
“Fuck,” I say again. It seems like I’ve lost some brain cells or she just fucked them out of me. My breathing takes a while to come back to normal, so I stay buried inside of her.
She lays quietly, watching me closely, a comfortable silence between us. Her neck and chest still show signs of the red rash that I watched spread across her chest. I thought watching her get fired up was beautiful. Boy was I wrong. Her lying under me, her eyes softened after an intense orgasm, there isn’t anything more beautiful. I run my fingers along the blush. “Fuck, you lit right up for me,” I say and watch a new blush cover her cheeks.
“Don’t go shy on me. It was so fuckin’ hot. I wanna see it again,” I tell her as I slowly pull out of her warmth, my body fighting the urge to stay planted. Leaning down, I take Kadence’s mouth one more time, the kiss gentle but still hungry. Taking care of business, I take myself to the bathroom, telling her to stay where she is. If our first time is anything to go by, there is no way I’m letting her out of my sight.
Washing my hands, I grab a clean washcloth and wet it down. Never in my life have I taken care of a woman like this, but the impulse to look after her is too much to neglect. Walking back out, I see her sitting up on the side of the bed, her panties in place as she reaches for her jeans and straightens them out.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, considering I just told her to stay put. I am nowhere near ready for her to be gone, and if she thinks she’s leaving, she has another thing coming.
“I should get going,” she explains, picking up her denim jeans. Walking back over to the bed, I snatch them from her hands and throw them across the room.
“Nix!”
“No way in hell am I finished with you, woman,” I smirk, pushing her back to the bed. She yelps as I land on top of her, her face loses the uncertainty, and her legs come around me, hugging me closer.
“You think you’ve got it in you to go again?” she challenges in her sassy tone.
“Kadence, that was just a starter.”
“Well, if that’s the starter, I can’t wait for dessert.” She smiles her fucking beautiful smile.
Yep, no fucking way I’m finished with her.