He inhaled a deep breath, nodded his head once, and exhaled loudly, “Okay.”
As I studied him, he seemed to come into a calm state of being. Maybe what I said sank in. As he began to appear to be daydreaming, I continued to watch him, wondering all the while what he may be thinking.
“I have a question,” he said under his breath.
I slapped my hand against his knee, hoping to bring him back to earth, “Ask away.”
“I want to take you to Denver to meet my mom and aunt. I don’t know if I’m ready to tell them about the entire thing, but I want to tell them about you. Your thoughts?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” I responded excitedly.
Cade grinned as he placed his hand on my thigh.
“I think we should tell Ethan,” I said.
“Oh, by all means. I think we should invite him too. But I don’t want to tell them about all of us. I don’t know, maybe I’ll feel differently when we’re there, but I doubt it,” he said.
The thought of meeting Cade’s mother made me feel as if he was taking things between us to an entirely different level. Maybe he didn’t intend to, but his offer was making me feel much more secure in our relationship.
“What about Ethan’s parents?” I asked, “He never talks about them.”
“Oh, crap. I forgot that part. He doesn’t talk to them. Ever. Like never. He hasn’t since he went to prison, and they don’t even live very far from here. Again, I don’t know all of the complexities of it, but he never talks to them. Not even on Christmas,” he gasped.
Now feeling even more like Ethan and I were cut from the same cloth, I began to wonder what happened between Ethan and his parents. I knew I shouldn’t continue pressing Cade about Ethan’s past, so I didn’t ask any further questions. I decided I would talk with Ethan about it in due time. My focus while I was with Cade needed to be nothing more than Cade and Cade’s needs.
“I’m sorry, I got off track. I’d love to meet your mother and aunt and I think it’s sweet of you to ask. If we’re not going on a weekend, I’ll need to figure out something with Trent,” I said as I laid my hand over his.
“It’s an 8 hour drive, so maybe a Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I’ll figure out what works for them, and I guess we’ll go from there,” he said.
“Okay, just let me know,” I said as I turned toward him
“Cade?” I asked as I reached up and ran my hand through his hair.
He grinned and responded, “Yes?”
“I love you,” I said as I leaned toward him and kissed him softly.
He gazed my direction, but didn’t speak.
Okay, don’t say anything.
As I began to wonder if he’d heard me and chose not to respond, or if he was uncertain of his true feelings, he leaned forward on the couch, turned his body to face me, and began kissing me deeply. He pressed his chest against me, pushing me into the back of the couch, and continued to kiss me aggressively. Kissing Cade seemed so special, and in a short time took my mind to a level of intimacy I hadn’t felt with anything or anyone else. His tongue intertwined with mine and our lips pressed tightly together, my hand began to search up and down his inner thigh. As our lips parted, I gulped a breath, and immediately pressed my lips against his again, all too eager to continue our exploration of each other.
As we kissed, my hand continued to search up and down his thigh. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and gazed down in his lap. His cock was stiff, and situated along the inner thigh of his other leg. I closed my eyes and sighed consciously as I shifted my hand to his other leg and gripped his cock in my hand.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as I began to rub against his bulge with the palm of my hand.
“Take off your pants,” I gasped as our lips parted.
He looked around the room nervously.
“Uhhm. In my room?” he asked.
“Sure,” I snapped back as I jumped from the couch.
It was barely past 8:00, and Ethan wouldn’t be home until 12:00 or so from what he had said when he left. Sexually speaking, I wanted to make this as memorable as possible for Cade. As I walked toward his room, I tossed clothes to the side with each step I took. As I did my best to walk seductively, I peered over my shoulder toward him. By the time I reached the doorway, I was down to wearing only my panties. Leaning on the doorframe, still short of breath from our kissing, I reached down and pulled my panties off.
“Get in here,” I demanded as he stood and stared at my nakedness.
As he walked toward me, picking up every article of clothing I had dropped along the way, he stumbled as he attempted to study me while he bent down each time. When he reached the bedroom, he removed his shirt and tossed all of the clothes into a pile by the door. Still standing in the doorway, I turned into the bedroom and grinned at his unconscious tidy nature. Something about watching him pick up all of the clothes and knowing he was an inherently neat person made me want to fuck him senseless – my way.
As he reached for his belt, my eyes shifted downward. Immediately, it was apparent he was as excited as I was for this to continue. The bulge in his jeans caught my eye, and shifted my focus from the bigger picture of sex with him to what was between his legs. While he was unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs, I walked to him and pressed my thumb into the waist of his boxer briefs.
“Turn around,” I breathed as his pants fell to his feet.
“Huh?’ he muttered.
“Turn around,” I said as I kicked his jeans toward the pile of clothes.
Slowly, he rotated in a circle. His very round but extremely small butt was pronounced and shaped perfectly.
“Your little butt is shaped like a “C”, I love it,” I said as I gripped it in my right hand.
As I held his butt in my hand, I pressed myself against the bulge in his briefs. He glanced toward me, gazed around the room, and finally fixed his nervous eyes on me again. Seeming a little embarrassed, his gaze appeared to be that of slight uncertainty. Although I wanted to rub myself against his cock, I released his butt from my grasp and stepped away from him.
“There are no mistakes in sex, Cade. There’s nothing to worry about. Sex with us should always be you and me just having fun and loving each other, okay?” I asked, nodding my head as I finished speaking.
“Okay,” he sighed.
I felt a need to make him comfortable, but had no real idea of how to do so. Now standing a few steps from him, I studied his entire body, gazing up and down his thin muscular frame. His thick hair hung down in his face and he had yet to shave his face, making him seem a little manlier than a typical week day morning.
“Take of your cute little underwear. Get your cock out,” I half demanded.
Immediately, he reached for his underwear and slid them to mid-thigh. His erection flipped upward as soon as the waist of his shorts cleared the rigid flesh. As he worked the clingy black material of the boxer’s toward his feet, I watched him eagerly.
“Stroke your cock,” I said as I tossed my head toward him.
Without thinking, I cocked my hip to the side and placed my hands on my waist as I watched him.
“Right here? Just stroke it?” he asked sheepishly.
“Mmmhhhm,” I responded.
Nervously, he began to stroke his cock as if it was the first time he had it in his hand. Obviously apprehensive, and uncertain of what I wanted or what we were going to do, he continued to slowly stroke his hand back and forth along the shaft of his stiff rod. Gazing blankly beyond me and at the wall, he seemed to be lost. I closed my eyes and smiled for a split second at the thought of him aimlessly stroking his cock.
“Tell me to suck your cock,” I half chuckled.
He shifted his eyes from the wall toward me. As our eyes met, he nervously gazed down at his feet. While still studying his toes, he began to stammer.
“Uhhm. I’d like…I want…Will you put my dick in your mouth?” he muttered.
“Cade,” I sighed, “You’re more nervous than before. What’s wrong?”