He tossed the words into the air blindly.
Giving in to my own impatience, I bent down to press deep kisses to his lips before moving my attention to his collarbone and shoulders.
I nibbled along each side of his clavicle before settling in the small hollow in the middle, tonguing and sucking the divot, relishing the salty taste created by his heated skin.
“Mhnph. . .”
A muffled whine echoed behind his closed lips.
That wouldn’t do. I wanted to hear all the sounds Cade would make as his body flooded with pleasure.
Enticed by the possibility of making him lose control, I shimmied my knees toward the end of the bed, lowering my chest and stomach fully on top of Cade.
The groan I released as his hard cock flexed against my abs was transmitted directly into his sternum, as I refused to part my lips from his skin for even a second on this descent.
“Oh,ohh,” Cade gasped, rutting up into my stomach muscles with a few quick thrusts before I dropped my full weight on him to keep him still.
I hated to cut off his movements when it sounded like he’d found a sweet spot of pressure for his aching length, but I had so much more of his body to explore before either of us started racing towards the finish.
I licked and kissed my way over the constellations of freckles that decorated each inch of his skin, seduced further by each new arrangement of the faint dots.
Worshipping the slight rise of his pecs and the rippled muscles of his abs kept my mouth busy while I cradled and rubbed the toned muscles that stretched over his ribs.
When I reached his belly button, I pressed my face deeper into the muscles of his stomach, thrusting my tongue inside and swirling it around. My ministrations in the tight space were a preview of what I dreamt of doing to other parts of him.
My light grip on his lower ribs had him wriggling as though I’d discovered a ticklish spot. Tucking that piece of information away for later, I quickly slid my hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, letting my fingertips flirt with the elastic on the inside.
Tilting my head up so I could see his face, I belatedly realized that Cade had gently wound his fingers into my hair so that they brushed against my scalp each time his body shivered in pleasure.
Lifting his waistband an inch away from his skin, I searched his face for any hesitation or uncertainty. His gaze flitted over my features, to my neck and shoulders, his breathing picking up as he took in the picture I made with my mouth four inches from his cock.
“Ready for me to take these off?” I kept my voice as soft as possible, containing the need I felt for more of him.
The last thing I wanted was for him to feel pressured.
I wanted his assurance for each new step we took together. As much as I wanted all of him at once, we had endless nights ahead of us for exploring each other.
Sliding his hands from my hair, he brought them to rest partially over mine.
“I’m good. So good.” He bit his plump lower lip. “But um, can you take yours off too? And uh. . .”
Cade’s ears flushed as though a volcano of heat erupted into his system with his question.
“For sure, sweetheart. I’m all about fair play,” I winked, hoping to ease some of his embarrassment. “But what else did you want to ask?”
I punctuated my words by dragging my fingers over his hipbones and rubbing the stubble on my chin into the wiry hair of his happy trail.
“How can I tell you when you’re doing that?” he whined, tightening his core and pushing up to rub himself against me.
“Try for me, please?” I encouraged gently.
Undeterred by his words, since he was actively enjoying my movements, I combined the light caresses of my fingers with the rough scrape of my facial hair.
“Um, I’m just worried that I won’t know how to. . . you know, make you feel good too?”
His fingers flexed on top of mine.
I wanted to reassure him. But I also wanted to show him how good we could feel together.
