“A hike.”
“Please tell me you are joking. Kelly does not hike. Kelly lounges by the pool and is fed grapes.”
He cracked a small smile.
“We can do that too.”
“What about . . . other things?”
He frowned and I got a crazy sinking feeling. Like I had done something wrong. Maybe he didn’t like what we did in bed last night. What if I was . . . bad at it?
“I’ve been thinking about that. You are really small, Kelly. I don’t want to hurt you. Men can be . . . rough when they get excited.”
“Does that mean I excite you?”
I slowly slid a bite of pancake off my fork with my teeth, then ran my tongue over my lips. He was staring at me hungrily. I smirked, satisfied with the sex-starved look on his face.
So, that would be a yes.
“More than I would have thought possible.”
My smiled faded away.
“Then . . . why?”
“I don’t want to hurt you. So for the next few days, we will have sex only once a day.” I opened my mouth to protest but he held up a hand. “Careful, slow sex.”
“But—”
He shook his head.
“Maybe in a few months, you will be able to handle me at full power. Maybe not ever. You are so delicate, Princess. I don’t mind holding back. But for now, we have to be careful.”
I pouted, chewing my lip. Then I had an idea.
“What about other things?”
“Other things?”
“Like oral? Casey told me how to give a blowjob. And I know that you know how to do it to me.”
He spat out his coffee and stared at me, his mouth hanging open. I smiled at him and took another bite of my pancake. I had shocked him. And it made me inexplicably happy.
“Sweetie, I’m way above average. I don’t think I would even fit in your cute little mouth.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “But thank you for offering.”
“Can’t I just . . . lick it?”
He closed his eyes and moaned.
“I think that would kill me.”
“I want to try. I think I’d be good at it.” I waved my fork around in the air for emphasis.
He made a strangled sound, and before I knew it, I was in his lap. I could feel his massive cock poking my bottom. He was rock-hard. I squirmed a little bit, as all the blood in my body seemed to flow down to my tingly lady bits.
“Woman, you are going to be the end of me.” He kissed me fast and hard. “You really must hate hiking if you want to do that instead.”
“What? Blowjobs?”
He grunted his agreement as I slid my arms around his neck.
“I do hate hiking. But I want to please you the way you pleased me last night.”
My cheeks were burning but I had to be brave. I wanted to learn everything. And I wanted Cain to teach me.
“Most girls don’t want to do that. Especially nice girls like you.”
“Who told you that?”
He shrugged.
“Well, I’m a nice girl and I do want to. Just with you, of course.”
He growled and pulled me closer for a wild, deep, syrup and coffee kiss. His hands slid inside my robe, and I arched my back as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Not today. But if you are worked up, I can take care of you.”
“Take . . . care?” My voice was breathless in a Marylin Monroe kind of way. I’d never heard it like that before.
He undid the robe and gently parted my thighs. I felt so exposed as his eyes swept over me, blatantly staring at my bare pussy. It was broad daylight, for crying out loud.
But I didn’t protest when his fingers started toying lightly with my swollen folds.
“So, you want to go for a swim?”
I wiggled helplessly, so aroused I could barely think straight. He wasn’t doing much, just teasing me. I wanted him inside me, dammit!
“Cain! Please!”
“No?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, you want to go for a swim?”
I groaned and squeezed his thick arm. I wanted to punch his thick head!
“Not now! I don’t have a swimsuit, anyway.”
He grinned and slid one finger inside me. I gasped at the intrusion. His finger was long and thick, and I could feel every callus on his hand.
Cain held my waist firmly as he began to slowly fuck me with his finger. I gasped and arched my back at the welcome intrusion. I felt my body squeezing down on him rhythmically as my excitement built.
“That’s it, sweetheart . . . squeeze me with your hot little pussy.”
He leaned down to draw my nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet heat of his mouth combined with the hard point of his tongue was too much. Just like that, I shattered.
His wicked fingers did not stop. One hand started brushing my clit softly as he pumped into me with the other hand. I let out a high-pitched whimper as my body shook. I came for what felt like hours. Days.