He moved to my other breast, giving it the same slow, torturous attention. The slick throb between my thighs was nearly unbearable.
“Please just fuck me already,” I begged.
“I’m getting there.” His hand slid down my stomach and then lower, his fingers sliding through the wetness there. “Fuck, Stella. I love how wet you get for me.”
“Only ever for you.”
He grinned, circling my clit with his thumb, the motion slow and deliberate. I bit back a moan, my body trembling with need.
“Inside,” I panted. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He slid one finger into me, then another, pumping in and out with maddening slowness.
I arched my back, my thighs trembling around his hand. The room spun as his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur at the edges. When he pressed his palm against me, grinding in slow circles, my body went rigid.
“Ca—” The rest of his name dissolved into a gasp as my pussy clenched around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, my orgasm rocking through me.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn't think, couldn’t do anything but feel.
And he hadn’t even fucked me yet. Not really.
I blinked up at him through damp lashes, my chest still heaving.
His pupils had swallowed his irises as he watched me, the muscle in his jaw twitching.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pulling his hand away and bringing his fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “And you taste even better than you look.”
He kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his tongue.
My hands slid down his sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxer briefs. I started to push them down, impatient and desperate, but my arms were too short to do much good.
“Need help?” He laughed, low and rough, and stripped them off in one smooth motion, his cock springing free, thick and hard and leaking at the tip.
I reached for him, but he caught my wrist.
“No,” he said with a shake of his head, his voice strained. “If you touch me, I’m going to come, and I want to be inside you when that happens.”
“Then get inside me already.”
He positioned himself between my thighs, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly through my folds.
“Cade, if you don't fuck me right now?—”
He pushed inside in one deep, hard thrust, and we both groaned.
“God,” he murmured, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel so good.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him deeper. “Please, Cade. Fuck me.”
He did, but not the way I expected.
Instead of going hard and fast like we usually did, he kept it slow, rolling his hips in a way that hit every sensitive spot inside me.
My eyes fluttered closed.
“No. Look at me,” he said, his hand cupping my jaw.
I did, and the intensity in his gaze stole my breath.
