I reach behind and unclasp the bra, letting it fall away as his hands trail up my legs, stopping at the thin fabric of my underwear. His touch is focused, a single finger tracing the dampened fabric before pressing firmly over where my clit is covered.
“Yes,” I hiss out.
He rubs upward across it, like I wanted him to do in the park. “You’re still soaked. I can feel it through the fabric.”
I nod.
His attention moves to my now bare breasts that he cups in his hands and squeezes gently.
“I was right about these. Much too big for my hands.”
I look down at my chest and that’s when I realize just how large his hands are. Sure, I felt them on my hips under the blanket, but Cain’s hands are about as big as his feet. I’ve always had bigger boobs, but despite that, his cover my chest almost completely.
He squeezes, and massages, before brushing my nipples with his knuckles.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands moving downward again to grip my hips. With a practiced tug, he peels my underwear down my legs, leaving me bare beneath his smoldering gaze.
“Good thing this couch is dark,” he says with a wicked grin. “Don’t think your friend would like the way I know you’re going to mess it up with your pretty pussy.”
Heat blooms across my skin as one of his fingers circles my bare clit, teasing, before dipping inside of my opening and curling upwards.
“Yes,” I moan.
He rubs it inside me, slowly, while his thumb resumes its steady, torturous rhythm over my clit.
“So warm. So wet,” he says, withdrawing his finger only to trail wet kisses along my thighs.
Gripping my hips firmly, he pulls me closer to the edge of the couch. Then he lowers his face and licks a wet line across my opening, parting me with his tongue to taste me.
“Shit,” I hiss. His nose nudges my clit, his tongue spikes inside my pussy and when he groans against my clit, the vibration splits through my core.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs. His tongue drags across my clit in slow strokes while he squeezes a second finger inside of me.
I sink back into Leo’s couch, my fingers threading through Cain’s hair as I guide his mouth exactly where I want him. My hips lift into him, chasing every slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue. He sets the pace. It’s unhurried and confident like he’s savoring me.
Then he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his green gaze locking onto mine while his fingers work me faster. And what he says next catches me completely off guard… especially from a man I’d written off as someone who cared more about projections and profits than a woman’s pleasure.
“A lot of women that I’m around don’t know their self-worth. Their confidence is faked and it’s obvious to me fairly quickly, simply because I’m good at reading people, I have to be for myjob. But that’s not the case with you. I can tell you know that your body is a gift.”
My brain short-circuits, my breathing stills, and when he lowers his face again, he’s no longer careful. His tongue and fingers fuck my opening sloppily. His lips work my clit. And with his gaze locked on mine the entire time, I come the fastest I’ve ever came in my life.
My toes curl into the plush carpet beneath my feet, my spine tingles, my nose itches, my eyes go dry and all I can do is moan. The speed and force of it terrifies me.
“Beautiful,” he praises, slowing his movements until he’s sure I’m finished.
When he lifts his face to mine, still kneeling on the floor between my legs, he searches my eyes. It’s way too tender, much too personal. And I know I shouldn’t enjoy the way his face is glistening with my arousal this much.
“Was that alright, birthday girl?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yes.”
He smiles. “Good. Now stand up and turn around.”
I move easily, forearms draped over the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions as I brace myself against the top, still trying to catch my breath, still completely naked.
The faint sound of a zipper and the snap of a latex condom registers before I feel the hard press of his thick tip against my opening. He drags it across my pussy, covering himself in me.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice rough and gravelly as he swipes that fat, plum crown over my opening and up against my still extremely sensitive clit, pressing it there firmly.
