My head moves to the side so that I can watch him, but he stops and starts to move lower, coming to a halt at my belly button. His tan hand caresses my stomach as he lifts his head, and our eyes connect.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Belle. Perfect, no matter what anyone says.” His voice is filled with emotion, emotion that stems from truths I shouldn’t have shared.
I bite my lower lip because suddenly this night has turned heavy, thick with whatever this is between us. It’s like we’re in our own world, our emotions real and purely overwhelming. I know that I should be scared about how deep I’m falling, but I can’t be.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my eyes filling with tears at the tenderness in his voice.
Though he shakes his head at me, he rumbles, “I want to kiss and lick every inch of you.”
My core clenches at the prospect of being his very own feast for one.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles, dragging my legs apart before using his thumb to rub my slick clit hard before he replaces it with his mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss, closing my eyes as I feel myself start to climb. My hands grab at the sheets, tearing it from the corners of the bed. “Cade…” I whimper as my body tenses.
His tongue keeps at me like it’s motorized. I writhe around on the mattress, fighting his hold on me but simultaneously needing more, needing everything. I love how he’s feasting on my pussy like he’s getting off on my pleasure too.
“I’m gonna come…,” I scream, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through me until he shuts me up by capturing my mouth.
That’s when he thrusts into me.
In and out, he tortures me as I lift my lips to his and our eyes lock.
Time, sounds, the world itself seems almost muted. It’s just his breath caressing my lips, his cock deep inside me.
“Christ, Belle. What you fucking do to me,” he hisses into my mouth, almost as if he’s angry. Maybe he is. Feeling so much is scary.
“I know.” I understand his fear. Trying to comfort him, my hands reach up to grab his face.
Neither of us expected to feel like this. It’s as if my whole life I’ve been waiting for this connection, for this man who makes me feel as if I’m his.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, grunting when I obey.
“Fuck,” I cry.
He slams into me, his mouth quieting my scream as my nails dig into his back, and he picks up speed. I close my eyes and let him take everything away.
“Yeah, that’s it, Belle. So fucking good. Such a beautiful girl for me. That fucking pussy of yours is like goddamn heaven,” he praises, and my eyes pop open because I’m climbing again. Each hard, deep thrust has my body tightening, tensing in preparation for the blast that’s about to send shockwaves throughout my nervous system.
“Cade,” I whimper, vaguely understanding that I keep saying his name as I go over, splintering into a million pieces.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, I love your cunt milking the cum out of my cock,” he growls, and I blink away the black dots dancing around the corners of my vision, needing to see him come undone. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Belle. We all have a little voice in our head that we listen to too much. You should ignore yours because you’re gorgeous. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.” Then, his voice darkens, deepens. “I’m going to kiss and lick every inch of your pretty pussy.” My core clenches at his filthy promise. “So you know I don’t just say shit, I mean it. Now, spread your legs.”
Much like the other morning, he doesn’t seem to care that he’s come inside me. That his seed must be sliding out of my pussy…
With bated breath, I wait for that first toe-curling caress. His fingers burrow into my inner thighs, pushing them wider apart so he can access every inch of me.
Then his tongue is there.
There.
“Oh, God,” I scream, so hypersensitized that I’m sure I’m about to go mad with the intensity. My body bucks beneath him, hips writhing and rocking as I try to escape his caresses as well as dive into them.
As I sob, he rumbles, “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” Then, his tongue is sliding into me. I shudder, limbs locking when I realize he’s tasting himself, tasting us…
My brain short-circuits while my pussy clamps down around his tongue because that’s all I can do, just hold on for dear life. My feet burrow into his back as he takes me to the stars, and then and only then, does he finish.With a noisy slurp. I’m too far gone to care though.
Slowly, he moves higher, drifting back into my hold so that he’s pressing me into the mattress again. His weight feels grounding, and after a trip around the Milky Way, it’s exactly what I need to feel more like myself.