He is not having that though. His hands spread my legs as far and wide as they can go, and he smirks at me with an evil, plotting grin. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. His expression speaks a thousand words.
He dives back between my legs, pulling noises from me that I’ve never heard. He groans, never letting up. The wet sounds of his tongue make me yearn for more. My hole starts to pulse and ache, needing to be filled. He grips my hips hard, and I have to shove a pillow over my face to smother my groans.
Sweat breaks out all over my body, dripping from every pour.
His tongue lashes at my clit like a whip.
He teeth roll my bundle of nerves, sending my body into an explosion.
So, I do the only thing my body tells me to—I scream.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, coming up for air as I come into his mouth. “Look at you. You’re dripping.” He sucks each fold into his mouth, dipping his tongue inside me to gather every drop. “I don’t want to be wasteful.” Caden’s lip shine from the gloss coating my slit and thighs.
I’ve never climaxed so hard. Not even I can make myself feel that good. I toss the pillow on the other side of the bed and try and catch my breath. I know I should say something, anything, but my voice won’t work. I sit up and notice his erection still pressing against his shorts. I reach for it, but he grabs onto my wrist, staring at me with intensity.
“No. You don’t have to do that. That’s not why I did what I did.”
I cock my head, causing my hair to fall over my shoulders, hiding my breasts from his hungry eyes. “Why did you then?”
His arms cage me in again, and he gets closer, making me lay down on the bed as he hovers overs me. “I meant what I said, sunshine.”
“Sunshine? And what did you mean?”
“I meant; I want you to feel good. It means a lot to me that you want this with me, and I don’t want to rush it.” He grabs my hand and kiss it.
“Rush it? Don’t you think it’s been in the making long enough?”
He chuckles and sighs, like the past seven years have weighed him down. “I don’t disagree with you, but this is different. I don’t want to push you. This is our first time, saying the hell with fighting and yes to feeling. I don’t want to push you to the brink.”
“Why not?” I swirl my finger in his chest hair.
“Because you might not come back.”
“That’s okay. You have had plenty of strange, remember?” I laugh, trying to make light of the situation we’ve found ourselves in, but he doesn’t. His face is still as stone.
“Don’t you get it yet, sunshine? I don’t want strange. I want you.”
I run my hand down his chest and map his abs, exploring the valleys like a map. “You haven’t told me why you call me that.”
“You keep doing that, and you aren’t going to be able to stop me from tasting you again.” He flips me over on my back, brushing my hair out of my face. “And again.” He kisses my cheek. “And again.”
I bite my lip as he peppers kisses all over my face, and then I push him away. “Stop changing the subject.”
“Your hair. It reminds me of sunshine. It’s so bright, and seeing it makes me happy.”
“Oh my gosh. You’re a total sap, aren’t you?” I prop up on my elbows and push him until he flops onto his back.
This time, he throws his arm over his eyes. “Ugh, don’t tell anyone. It will ruin my reputation.”
“And one more thing,” I say as I straddle his waist. “What makes you think I don’t want to taste you?”
He hands settle on my hips, and he bites his bottom lip, admiring me. “Damn, you look good up there,” he said with awe, running his right hand up my torso until fondles my breast. He sighs, removing his hand and places it on my hip again. “Molly, I’m a patient man. That’s something you don’t know about me. I don’t expect you to sleep with me tonight. I respect you. And over the years, honestly, I’ve always known I’ve wanted you. I hid it underneath all the playboy, jackass persona when I was around you because it got you riled up. And fuck, I don’t know why, but getting you so mad turned me on.”
I slap his chest and grin. “That cannot be healthy.”
He stares at me with a more somber expression and holds my hands still. “It wasn’t. Look at us over the last few weeks. Things were about to break. And that isn’t good for Posie, so if we are going to do this, we need to stop fighting.”
“What about foreplay fighting…you said when I’m all riled up, you like it.”
“Well, if you can find a way to argue with me without me actually pissing you off, I’m all ears.”
I lay my palms against his chest, balancing myself as I lower my face to his. “I’m sure we can think of something.” I take his lips in a slow, passionate kiss.
His cock twitches, coming back to life between my legs. I sit up and test my boundaries with him as I start to rock. I swiveled my hips back and forth, feeling the hard steel shaft between my legs get longer.
“Sunshine,” he says with a warning, clutching my hips so hard I know bruises will be there in the morning. “Stop. You don’t have to do this. I told you.”
“You aren’t listening to me, Caden.” I rock over the long, hard-as-stone steel again. “I want to do this. I might not know what I’m doing, but I want to try to please you. I know I can learn to make you feel good. I just want a chance to prove it to you.”
His brows furrow, and in a quick move, he flips us until I’m lying on my back again. I yelp from the unexpected move, but any argument I have about it dies on my lips when I see the wrinkles between his eyes. “What?” I ask, taking my thumb and rubbing the area to get those lines out of his perfect face. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep doing that.”
But he doesn’t smile. “Do you really think you can’t please me, Molly?”
I like sunshine better.
“No. I know I can, eventually. Until then, I just need to learn. I know you didn’t seek out a virgin or anything. I just… I don’t know. You want to explore me, but just because I’ve never done much of anything before doesn’t mean I don’t want to explore you.”
“Sunshine,” he shakes his head and kisses me. “Anything you do will feel good. And you don’t know how fucking hard it makes me to know I’m your first and your last.”
I raise my brows at his declaration. “You’re that confident in your ability, huh?”
“I’m confident that your brother knew what he was talking about. There’s something between us. Something bigger. Something we have been fighting tooth and nail on over the years. So yeah, I know anything we do together will feel fucking perfect, because everything has been building to this.”
“To what?” I dance my eyes over his handsome face.
“To us.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Caden
She smiles as she wraps her legs around my waist and flips us again until I’m on my back. Damn, she looks good up there on top of me. I can’t wait to feel her virgin walls, milking my fucking cock, sucking my come from my sack. Just the thought has my balls tight to my body, preparing to explode as she sits on top of me naked.
My sunshine, looking like an ethereal angel with all that blonde hair. I can’t believe all these years I could have had this. Damn, I was a stupid man. I’m not anymore. Thank god.
“You’ll tell me what to do?” her voice coy and unsure.
I reach for her face and rub my thumb over her cheek. “Yeah, sunshine, but until then, do what feels right.”
She lays her hands on each pec, gaining leverage as she starts to rock that perfect body. She brings my dick back to life at a fast rate, quicker than any other woman has done before. The shorts that separate us are both a curse and a blessing. I want to slide inside her so bad or rub the crown of my cock through her wet folds, but I know that will lead to other things—things she isn’t ready for.
A drop of sweat drops between the crevice of her breasts, trailing
down her sternum until it falls down her abdomen. I try to sit up and lick it off because I want everything her body has to offer. I want to lick, suck, fuck, swallow, and come deep inside her, not only taking her virginity but claiming her as my own.
Fuck, just the thought has me close to the edge.
“Caden,” she pants, rocking her hips back and forth, sliding the helmet of my cock over her clit.
“That’s it. Use me, sunshine. Use my cock for whatever you want.”
“I want to come again.”
“I’ll never complain about that.”
She picks up her speed and rides me faster. I have never been worried about coming in my pants, not since I was a hormonal teen looking to get my rocks off anywhere, but right now, I’m hanging by a fucking thread. My cock burns it is so hard. When I start to think I want her to pick up speed or slow down, she does. If I start to think I need more pressure, she sits down harder.
The juices flowing from her pussy soak my shorts again. The material sticks to my aching, throbbing shaft. She starts to whimper and pant louder into the room, gaining more speed as she dry humps me into oblivion. “Caden.”
“That’s right. Say my name. Say my name as you come. I want to hear it spill from your lips.”
She tosses her head back and shouts, stuttering her hips as she orgasms, crying out my name into the room. “Yes, Caden,” she moans, circling her hips lazily.
I gasp for breath from the amount of energy I had to use to control myself. I place my hands against my eyes and take deep breaths. One more touch and boom! I’ll blow.
“What is it?” she heaves, flipping that long, golden hair over her shoulder, leaving one shoulder bare. That’s when I notice how it is unmarked. I make a mental note to nip and suck a mark on it later.
“Nothing.” I never want to pressure her, but the ache in my balls needed release. I am five seconds away from getting up and going to the bathroom to finish this myself.
Suddenly, the tips of her hair tickle my chest. I glance down to see her kissing my abs, licking my hips—that divot that all the women seem to love. She yanks my shorts down below my balls. And nothing happens.
“Wow,” she says.
I glance down my body to see her staring at my cock, like it will bite her. I flex it, causing it to jump and it startles her. Her hand flies to her chest, and then we both start to laugh. “That isn’t funny. I’m nervous.”
“You don’t have to do anything, sunshine.” My laughter slows as she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft.
“It’s so big.”
It is. I know I’m pretty well-endowed, but I don’t boast about it. When a man has a big dick, one of two things happens. One, either the girl loves it and he’ll get laid, or two, they run for the damn hills.
More often than not, women run when they see how big I am. I hope Molly doesn’t. I have a feeling we will fit perfectly.
I don’t say anything. I let her inspect it. Let her feel the weight of it in her hand. Once she seems satisfied, her eyes meet mine and strokes.
“Oh, fuck.” I bend my head back, straining the tendons in my neck. “Sunshine, this isn’t going to take long. I’m about to blow.”
“Really?” A smug smile plays on her face.
“Really.”
The little devil speeds her thrusts, jacking me like a damn professional. “There’s no way you haven’t done this before. Feels so good.” I swallow, coating my dry throat.
Her dark, caramel eyes meet mine. The same eyes I’ve imagined down there over and over again the last few weeks. Right when my toes start to curl and the base of my spine starts to tingle, I close my eyes, preparing to shoot my load all over her hand. She stops.
She fucking stops, and I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, feeling the buildup of come in the muscle of my shaft. “No, no, no. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
A few seconds later, the tip of my cock enters a wet, hot cavern. “Molly!” I thrust my cock down her throat on instinct causing her to gag. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. It feels so good. I won’t do that again. I promise.”
She nods, lifting off me until the only thing in her mouth is my crown. I can’t take my eyes away from her. One hand is still wrapped around the base, the other holding my pelvis down as she slurps and dips, sliding down my length until she can’t take anymore. She watches what she does. Her hand jacks me, her lips suck me, all in perfect rhythm.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
I want to enjoy this. This is years of buildup, and her first blow job, I didn’t want to disappoint her exploration by popping off too quick.
She pulls completely off, the red tip shiny with her spit, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my fat cock. Her tongue flicks out, tentatively, rolling it around the nerves underneath the helmet.
Hot spot.
“Fuck!” I yell, clutching the sheets so hard, I rip them.
She falls back, holding a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I told you, I don’t know what I’m doing.” she hid her face in her hands from embarrassment.
“No. that’s not it,” I sit up and take her hands in mine. “Remember when I told you about hot spots?”
“Yeah,” her voice full of trepidation.
“Where you licked, right here,” I take her index finger and glide it over the spot she licked. I shivered, arching my back. “So sensitive.”
“Can I make you come from that?”
“I don’t know. No one has ever tried.”
She lays down, getting comfortable between my legs, but I remain sitting up. I like this view a hell of a lot better. “You don’t mind if I keep playing?”
My balls might fucking burst from holding back my orgasm, but I’ll be fine. “Like you’re going to hear me complain about that sweet mouth loving on my dick.”
Her cheeks brighten before taking my cock in her hand again, starting a slow, feel-good pace. I don’t have the urge to come, that subsided from our break, but she is staring at my sack with interest. “Are your balls sensitive?”
“Very,” I growl, hoping she wants to put one of them into her mouth.
She licks the middle, the line that divides my orbs, then places a gentle kiss on each one. She keeps stroking my manhood and then takes her hand between my legs and rolls my balls. She sucks one, and then both into her mouth, making my dreams an actual reality. I’ve never had a woman do that before.
It feels good to share a first with her. “No one has ever done that.”
“Licked your balls?” she lifted a brow at me, wiping her mouth off.
I snorted with laughter. “Yeah. Not many women want to go down that far.”
She gives me a seductive look, slinking back down until she is face to face with my sack again. “I could stay down here all day. But…” Her mouth engulfs my cock again, taking a good six inches of it before coming back up, only to repeat the process again, and again.
She bobs her head faster, strokes my cock harder, squeezes my sack every now and then, and the urge to orgasm hits me hard. The sounds of her slurping, her blonde hair fanning over my legs, her honey-colored eyes glancing up at me every few seconds—I was a goner. I tap her shoulder, letting her know that I’m close. “Sunshine, if you don’t want a mouthful, now is the time to pop off.”
Instead of taking the warning, she redoubled her efforts. And the change in pace is all it took. One, two, three tongue flicks later, I roar, like a lion, covering my mouth with my hand as streams of come pump down her throat. I grunt, taking one hand from my mouth and placing it on her head, holding her down so my cock can squirt down that hot, officially no-longer-a-virgin throat. “Damn it, sunshine. Fuck.” I collapse, gasping for air.
“Was that okay?”
“Was that okay,” I mock. I feel like my soul just got sucked out of my body, and she is asking if it was okay. “Best blowjob I have ever had.”
“Don’t lie. I know it was slow and messy.” She wipes her mouth with the b
ack of her hand, getting all the spit off of it.
“Hey, I’m serious. It was the best. You were amazing, and it was the best because I was with you.” I tap her nose and give her a chaste kiss. I have no energy for anything else.
We lay there in silence, but I’m not thinking of anything. My mind isn’t in overdrive. I don’t feel any guilt like I thought I would, I just feel peace and happiness. And I kind of want to shout, finally! At the top of my damn lungs.
Me and this woman have been on this well-traveled road of denial long enough. Laying here with her, holding her, feeling the fight leave our bodies, my world has never felt so centered. I pet her arm as she lays her head on my chest. Her eyes flutter, fighting to stay awake. “It’s okay, go to sleep.” I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes when the smell of oranges hits my nose.
“No, Posie is too far,” she grumbles.
“As much as I don’t want us to get dressed, and it is underwear only, let’s go up to my room and sleep, okay, sunshine?”
Not three minutes later and we crawl into my bed, curling around one another like we are holding on for dear life.
“Caden?” She says, and her sleepy voice rubs me the right way.
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“You feel like my home. You always have.”
I don’t know if she meant to say that. She is drunk from exhaustion, but my heart soars from it, even if she didn’t mean to say it. A few seconds later, her breathing evens out, and I shut my eyes, feeling like I finally found my home, too.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Molly
Posie’s cry wakes me up from my orgasm-induced nap. I yawn and stretch, glancing to the right of me to see a naked Caden. I trail my fingers down his torso. His muscles stretch from his arm being thrown over his eyes. His chest rises and falls with every breath he takes, and the sheet is bunched at his waist. His bulge is well-pronounced, creating a damn mountain under the sheet.
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