Cade settled me back against the headboard, but I was too busy trying to fuse my lips to his neck to pay attention to what he was doing. I didn’t realize he’d lifted my arm until I felt something wrap around my wrist, securing it above my head. I turned to notice it was a black nylon rope of some sort, as he lifted my other hand and secured it to the other side.
“Um…” I managed, unsure of how I felt about being tied to his headboard, when Cade’s lips brushed mine, his black eyes on me as he whispered, “Trust me.”
Really, if he looked at me like that, and asked me in that voice, I’d probably agree to dance naked down main street. So, I tried to focus on the descent of his head, rather than on the ties at my wrists.
The rough whiskers of his beard on my belly were oddly erotic, and I realized I’d never been with a man who had facial hair before. My ex-husband shaved every morning, whether he worked or not.
I looked down and saw Cade’s large hands working my pants and underwear down my legs, and all thoughts of The Douche fled my mind. His dark eyes hit mine as he put one leg over his shoulder, then the other, and brought his hands to my ass and lifted. As my body came up off the bed, my fingers tried to grip the ropes, and my stomach dipped nervously as I was completely suspended in air.
Cade lowered himself until he was eye level with my hips and my legs were rested along the length of his back, then I watched as his lips closed around me and his tongue began its exploration.
All worry about this unfamiliar position left me as Cade’s lips, tongue, and facial hair pleasured me. My head fell back between my suspended arms, and I turned myself fully over to the pleasure, not caring about anything but finding release; at the same time I wished the moment would last forever.
Too soon I felt the pressure build and my legs began to quiver as my hips thrust into Cade’s mouth of their own accord.
Sensing I was close, Cade sucked my clit in his mouth, then flattened his tongue and flicked it rapidly against me. I came with his name on my lips, my body trembling as I tumbled back down to earth.
My butt hit the bed as he shifted out from under me, and I barely registered my hands being released from their restraints as I curled up on his bedspread, sated and happier than I’d been in years. I heard rustling, then felt Cade’s heat behind me, slowly coming out of my haze when the rock-hard length of him throbbed against my backside and his lips hit my shoulder.
Suddenly not tired in the least, I turned toward him, looking down to take in the full glory of him.
My eyes bulged when I saw what he was packing in those jeans and unwittingly I said, “Holy fuck!”
Cade chuckled against the top of my head, then his breath caught when I wrapped both of my hands around him. Moving them both up and down in exploration, I worried that I’d literally break in two if he tried to impale me with it.
I mean, I knew he was a really big dude, but this was ridiculous.
Getting into my discovery of what had to be the largest cock in the free world, I stroked one hand up and down at the base, as the other toyed with the head, my eyes watching with open curiosity.
The noises coming from Cade’s chest at my thorough evaluation were causing the fire within me to reawaken, and I knew I was already wet again, I just didn’t know if I’d ever be wet enough to fit him inside … Maybe if we had the sexual equivalent to a shoe horn or something.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll never make it inside you,” Cade growled from above me.
I tipped my head back to look up at him and replied, “Maybe it’s better this way … I’m not sure our equipment is compatible.”
It started with a smile, then Cade burst out laughing, and dropped a kiss on my forehead.
“Shit, Lila, only you could make me laugh when I want to fuck you so hard it’s not funny.”
I gulped audibly at the thought of him fucking me so hard, my hands still stroking as I suggested, “Maybe we can make sure you fit, before we do anything hard…”
Cade rolled me so I was on my back and he was over me, then lowered his head and, still smiling, said, “Don’t worry, we’re going to fit. I have a feeling you were made for me.”
And as those words warmed my heart and soul, Cade eased himself slowly inside, giving me a chance to adjust to each inch, until he was fully seated within me. I’d never felt so complete in my life.
With Cade filling me, his weight above me, and his sweet words playing like a loop in my head, I brought my knees up and savored the moment.
Cade kissed me softly, then started to move, the long length of him thrusting in and out. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, longer … until his grunts were mingling with my moans.
When Cade paused, I was about to protest, then he lifted one leg, then the other, until my ankles were hugging his ears, and he was sitting erect. My eyes roamed, taking in his slickened chest and abs, the muscles bunching and straining as he pounded in and out of me, the visual causing my orgasm to build again.
My muscles protested as they stretched in their new position, and I thought briefly that next time I’ll need to do a warm-up before sex with Cade, then he began hammering into me even harder, and I looked up to see the pleasure on his face as he began to come. It was enough to push me over the edge, and I c
alled out his name as took in his face, memorizing it for my personal masturbation reel.
A little while later, after I was back in my clothes and Cade was getting cleaned up, I grabbed my phone and covertly sent a text to Amy May.
Deed’s done. It was MAGNIFICENT!