He threw both of my legs over his shoulders and then laid kisses up the inside of my right leg until he reached the apex of my thighs. He blew gently on my throbbing sex, making me shiver.
“Please,” I begged, my body desperate for a release.
“Patience,” he whispered teasingly as he ran a finger between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet. I love that.”
“Cane,” I whined, sticking out my bottom lip.
He pressed his thumb onto my clit, rubbing it in a small circle. “Are you ready, Jada?”
“Please,” I whimpered as he strummed my clit methodically, inching my body closer to its peak. I was so worked up, so wound with need that it wouldn’t take long.
He licked slowly up my slit, and I could hear him growl before pressing his face between my thighs, licking upward, swirling at the top, and down again before dipping his tongue into me.
I was so close to the brink, my body humming, sparking, demanding more. He removed his thumb before inserting a finger, then two, inside me, and I literally saw stars as he moved them in and out in a fluid motion. He watched me, the corner of his mouth upturned, as my world began to spin. He leaned in slowly, and my body anticipated what was to come. His mouth was back on me again, roughly this time, licking and sucking, sending me higher and higher. I could feel his stubble on my sensitive skin, a contrast that added its own element to my overloaded senses.
It was more than I could take. It was my undoing. I could feel his eyes on me as my fingers found his hair again, pulling his face into my body as I rode out my orgasm. His gaze never left me, watching me, taking his cue from me, decreasing the tempo slowly until I shuddered as I came back to earth. It was ecstasy.
Cane stood and wiped his face with the back of his hand, smiling mischievously.
“I’d ask if that was good, but I fucking know it was,” he said cockily. “You’re so responsive.”
I wanted to refute his declaration, to knock him down a few pegs, but I couldn’t work the brain-to-mouth function yet. He knew what he had done to me, anyway. There was no point in trying to dispute it.
“That was sublime,” I said, trying to catch my breath. The white sparkles I had floating across my sight were beginning to diminish.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I rolled over and got onto all fours without a second thought. I normally hated being in this position. It seemed so crass, so unattractive. But with Cane, it seemed thrilling.
I could hear him remove his pants and the sound of foil crunching as he removed a condom from its wrapper. He wrapped one arm around my stomach and pulled me to the end of the bed until I was actually standing on the floor with my stomach lying on the top of the mattress.
He caressed my ass with his hands, smacking it smartly before grabbing his cock and guiding it into my wetness. “This is going to be quick. I need it too much to make it last.”
I was still sensitive, and the contact made me yelp. He grabbed my hips roughly and pounded into me, his pace growing quicker with each thrust. I called out, my body exploding again before he pressed into me and stilled, finding his release. He pulled out of me slowly, and I climbed onto the bed, burying myself in the blankets. After disposing of the condom, Cane was quick to join me, pulling me into him, my back into his front. He rested his chin on top of my head, and I could hear his heart beating steadily … reliably. I took comfort in that, nestling back against him.
“How are you feeling?” His voice was soft against my ear.
“Good. Relaxed. How do you feel?”
“Strange.”
I turned to look at him. “Care to explain?”
He laughed. “I’m not a cuddler, Jada. This is cuddling.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”
“I am kind of liking this right now. I hope you don’t have any plans for a while.”
“It’s your lucky day.”
“I haven’t had any of those in a while.”
“Me either,” I said with sadness.
“Hey. I don’t want to hear any of that,” he said, kissing my cheek. “We’ve both had some shitty days, but they got us here.”
“I like being here.”
