moan his name, digging my nails into his skin, whispering a nonsensical, urgent plea.
All I want is for him to take me. I want his cock inside me—moving and thrusting and giving me what I’ve been desperate for since the moment I laid eyes on him.
But he keeps going, amusing himself with my breasts like they’re his own personal playground.
I rock up off the bed. “Caden.”
He licks one peaked tip. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Then he begins again, and it’s heaven and hell all mixed together. Lust pounds through my veins, thick and demanding. My hips tilt. Rising. Seeking friction.
The bed creaks under my restless movements.
He blows a breath against my skin. “I like you like this. All eager and at my mercy. Maybe I should keep you like this for a couple of hours.”
I shake my head. “Please, no.”
In response, he moves down my body, inching farther and farther until his mouth covers the damp lace between my legs. He sucks, his tongue wetting the fabric. It’s a tease, a hint of what his mouth can do.
“More,” I cry.
His mouth is open, covering me but not delivering as his tongue slides up and down the lace. My thighs clamp around his head, urging him on. His only response is to continue the torture.
After a mindless eternity, he moves up my body, licking at my breasts again.
I don’t know how long it goes on, but I know it’s never been like this for me before.
I’ve never had a man take this kind of time.
Never been out of my mind.
Never been so hot and desperate.
I thought I wanted slam-you-up-the-wall passion, like it would prove something to me. But maybe Caden is right, and this is better. Doesn’t this prove far more?
He travels the length of my body, and to my relief, this time he slides my panties down my legs. They join the rest of my clothes on the floor.
I’m completely naked, but he’s still fully clothed.
And I’m suddenly frantic for skin on skin.
His fingers slide over my pussy, gliding without friction, dancing over my clit before moving away. Before I can protest, his lips are on me, and his tongue licks. I raise my hips, not caring how greedy I look as I seek a pressure he refuses to deliver.
His fingers slide inside me and pump once, then twice, before they are gone.
I growl in frustration.
He circles the puckered skin of my ass, making it wet.
I jerk at the contact. Give thought to protesting.
It flitters away when he again pumps inside me, repeating the process over and over.
A trickle slides down the curve of my ass.
His mouth is still nothing but a tease that refuses to push me over the edge.
On the next pass, he pushes inside my ass, twisting as he goes.
It’s as dirty and wrong and shocking as it was the first time.
And just like the first time, it has the same effect.
His mouth is voracious as he inserts another finger, filling me up so I’m tight and stretched. While I’m not sure it feels the best, it morphs in my brain and seeps back out as heightened desire.
Unable to help myself, I start to move, rocking my hips into his face before pushing back on his fingers.
The dual sensation overtakes me, making me crazy.
Mindless.
A slave to my body and to him.
“Oh God, yes.” I cry, my head thrashing against the pillow as my body demands release. “More. Fuck, more.”
I can’t believe the things I’m saying, but I can’t stop them from spilling from my lips.
He groans, and it vibrates through me.
Then he’s twisting and fucking my ass with his fingers as his tongue plays over my wet, aching center.
I’m so close. So, so close.
I’m almost there.
So close.
Close.
My body rocks. Back and forth.
Then he sucks my clit, and just as I’m about to explode, he stops.
“No!” I yell, my body twisting, desperate.
He laughs. “Now you’re ready.”
He sits up and takes his shirt off before unzipping his jeans. With quick, efficient movements he shucks them off and reaches over to pull a condom from the bedside table.
He tosses it on to my stomach and with hooded eyes, looks down at me. “Put it on.”
With shaking fingers, I manage to rip open the package. Just as I’m about to put it on him, I gaze at his cock. It’s perfect, he’s perfect, and the urge to taste him on my tongue overtakes me.
I shift, turn, and lift, licking him before he can stop me.