“Stay just like that.” His voice sounded behind her as a strong hand was laid on her upper back.
Marly moved her hands from the coffee cup, trembling as she felt another hand lift the shirt, and move to push between her thighs. She was wet; the excretion of her self release earlier was still present.
“Cade.” Her eyes closed as two fingers slid slowly inside her.
“Don’t fucking move. Don’t say no, don’t say anything.” The shirt was lifted higher, her legs parted further and she felt his legs move between them. Then the broad, hot head of his cock was pushing past the soft folds of her silken labia.
Cade’s groan was harsh as her cry shattered the morning. His hands gripped her hips and he plunged inside her, burying his length in the moist heat of her vagina.
“Sam. Brock,” Marly gasped out in fear that they would be caught. Worried because it didn’t bother her as much as it should now. That the thought of what Cade needed wasn’t terrifying her.
“Fuck ‘em,” he growled. “They know the facts of life.”
His hands went to her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he began to move with slow, torturous movements inside her.
“Oh, God. Cade.” Her head lowered to the counter as she felt the lightning begin to zip through her body.
“Oh, Marly. You’re so tight,” he whispered at her ear. “So hot and tight I can barely stand it.”
He plunged inside her, retreated, slid in slow and easy, retreated then plunged deeply once again. The alternate strokes had her gasping, the building pressure in her body had her fighting the sensations threatening to drown her.
“Don’t, Marly,” Cade whispered at her ear. “Baby, please don’t fight it this time. Just let it go. Relax, sweetheart. I swear I’ll take care of you.”
She bucked in his grip, her ragged breaths became soft cries as intense pleasure began to flood her body. Then she gasped as he lifted her, pulling free of her gripping flesh as he turned her, lifting her to the counter and pushing between her thighs to plunge home again.
His lips came down on hers almost gently, far softer than she expected as his tongue pushed past hers to twine slowly, erotically with her own. He moved against her gently, drawing out on alternate soft, easy strokes, and harsh groaning plunges that had her ready to scream with the pleasure.
“Get ready,” he growled against her lips, his teeth nipping at her as she sipped at his retreating lips. “Get ready, Marly.”
He held her firm, driving his cock inside her, the sound of gripping friction, the slurp of suction filling the room as hot, hungry moans erupted from them both. Marly’s legs wrapped around his waist as she cried out, her head flung back, her hair cascading over the counter as she felt her climax rushing upon her. She could do nothing but trust Cade to hold her steady as the fire whipped through her body, plunging her headlong into sensation.
When she exploded, she was only a second ahead of Cade. She felt the hot wash of his semen pulsing inside her as she screamed out her orgasm, heard his gasping groan of completion as he held her tightly to him. She shook and trembled in his arms, wondering if she would be able to retain consciousness this time.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered at her ear as she spasmed again, then again, each time her distress rising. “Don’t be scared, just let it have you. I’ll hold you Marly.”
It pulsed over her, making her blood sing through her veins and her heart race in time to the desperate release quaking through her body.
“There you go.” He nuzzled her neck as the first violent tremors began to ease from her body. “There you go, baby. See, it’s just fine.”
He petted and soothed her as she slowly eased from the terrifying grip of release. Pulling back slowly, he drew his cock from her flesh, but he didn’t release her from his arms. He laid his forehead gently atop hers and smiled slowly as he watched her gasp for breath.
A harsh knock at the door between the kitchen and dining room had them both jumping in surprise.
“If you two are done, I need my fucking coffee,” Sam griped from behind the portal. “Dammit, we have bedrooms for this.”
Marly flushed furiously as her eyes widened in shocked embarrassment. Her gaze went to Cade as he moved back from her slowly.
“Stop blushing, he’ll live through it.” He lifted her from the counter, then restored his jeans to proper order.
“Do you think he came in?” She didn’t like the sharp bite of pleasure that idea brought.
“Most likely.” Cade shrugged over her embarrassment. “At least he had the good sense to leave the room. I know other people who don’t.” He flashed her a wicked look, reminding her of the night she had caught him in the study and damned near de-manned him with her brush.
“She was a slut,” Marly sniffed, hiding her face as Sam entered the kitchen.
“Dammit, you two aren’t minks,” he muttered grumpily as he stalked to the coffeepot. “And the fucking counter wasn’t made for that shit.”
He slammed a cup to the counter in question and poured his coffee. Marly’s eyes rounded in surprise at his ill mood.