Chapter 5
I can’t believe this is happening. This wasn’t even on my radar. Of all the unexpected things I could have at least fathomed, getting my pussy shaved after giving a blow job was not one of them.
There’s command in his voice, and I can’t deny him — not after his expert attention has me needing more. His authority, his attention to my body, that way he clenches his jaw whenever he hears me moan — has me dangerously close to a precipice I had wanted dearly not to fall into.
Kaden falls to his knees as I bring myself to the edge of the bathroom counter. He reaches around my legs and takes my ass in hand, pulling me to his face. His breath is hot against my wetted slit, and he pauses to take a breath.
“You smell good, sweet thing. I’m going to guess you’ve never had a man between your legs?”
I can’t find my voice — not even enough to mutter the one simple word: No. I shake my head like an impetuous little girl, instead. That devilish smile that comes over his face has me melting. But not so much as when he dips closer and runs his tongue over my newly smooth pussy lips. Everything down there is sensitive and swollen, and I cry out with the first touch of his tongue. I grip onto the edge of the counter, the muscles in my thighs going rigid.
He opens his mouth and sends his tongue the length of my slit. One more pull on my ass, and he gets me into the right position. He teases at my tight opening, and I can’t hold back my cries. I gasp and moan until I can barely breathe. He makes an mmmmm sound as he sucks on my clitoris and then licks at the opening of my womanhood once more. He enters with his tongue, pulsating it, and my eyes roll back.
I hold my breath and tense. My stomach flexes, and every muscle from my shoulders down to my toes become stiff. The pressure is building up in my pussy and in my head, and I finally let it go. I see stars as I let out a high-pitched wail and feel my juices flow onto his tongue. Kaden laps at me as my thighs twitch and my muscles begin to relax.
He looks up with a smirk. “That was fast. Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
I take in quick breaths first and then deeper and longer. Holy shit. My first orgasm with a man. It was like nothing I could ever work myself up into with my own fingers. Kaden offers me his hand to help me off the counter. It isn’t enough. His arm winds around me as my feet hit the floor and I begin to collapse. When had my legs become so shaky? I attempt to straighten my hair and my dress, but the hard length of his cock pressing into my stomach is distracting. If that's what this man can do with his tongue…
“Take it easy,” he tells me. “There’s a lot of flexing that goes on when you orgasm. At least – there is if I’m doing it right. You’re going to be a little shaky.” He keeps hold of me while stooping down to grab my heels. “You probably don’t want to put these back on right now.”
“Thank you.” Lord, for what? Or rather, for which? For grabbing my heels for me, for helping support me after making me weak, for giving me my first mind-blowing orgasm?
I’m not allowed to clarify my thank you, because I’m distracted as he pockets my panties. “A souvenir.”
I feel like I can cry — just break down and weep. I’m not even sure why. All I know is that he offers me his arm, and I take it like it’s my lifeline. I want to bury myself against his chest. I want him to wrap his arms around me and plant his lips on my forehead. But he doesn’t. Kaden escorts me back to our intimate table set for two and pulls out my chair once again.
He snaps his napkin out and lays it on his lap, calling for the waiter. The young man comes out with our dinners and places them before us, wishing us a bon appétit before retreating. I’m still shaking as Kaden asks, “How does it feel?”
I respond to his words like a school girl. “You were amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that. The way you use your tongue to do that — I had no idea.”
The amusement was back in his eye. “I meant the bare pussy. How does it feel?”
The heat of a blush sears through my cheeks. Was I ever going to not have an intense color of red around this man? “Oh — it feels… clean?”
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My phone buzzes, vibrating on the nightstand. I drift out of my heavy sleep, letting go of a quickly disappearing recollection of a dream which resembles Kaden and I. Blindly, I send out a searching hand for the phone and bring it into my peripheral.
Awake? It’s him.
I blink and stretch my eyes but manage to groggily type, Yes.
I send a hand between my thighs and feel myself — the dream has left me wet. Last night, after such a wild beginning, I had expected him to keep pushing the envelope. Kaden and I ate our dinners, and then he ordered a desert, and we talked the entire time. We talked about his tech company, we talked about my fake stewardess job, and we talked about the expectations of my real job. But that was it. After we finished dessert and he polished off his wine, he kissed my hand like a true gentleman, and we went our separate ways.
It was perfect.
Just like this bed — good Lord. I have never slept on something that felt quite so much like I was being hugged by the very heavens. And the sheets! I wasn’t usually a naked sleeper, but I had to last night. Those sheets begged to be slept in naked.
Come to me.
My heart skips and races forward. I want to see him again. I told myself I wouldn’t do this — that I wouldn’t let my emotions get entangled with this job — but I need to see him again. Not just because of that tongue or the way he touched me. It was his laugh over dinner and how he managed to slip into genuine questions about me in between poking fun at my stewardess persona. I could tell he was having a hard time staying in character with it, but he had skillful ways of asking Scarlett the Stewardess what she would be studying if she ever had the thought of going to college or how many siblings she wished she had and how much younger they would be than myself.
I stretch my arms and back on the silk sheets and push myself out of bed. Even the carpet in this place is luxurious. It gives under my feet and feels like I’m walking on blankets of sunshine. A silk, pink robe hangs from a hook in the bathroom.
I thumb a response to Kaden as I tease out a tangle in my hair and check my teeth in the mirror, On my way.
The nervousness is still there, but mostly it’s excitement. Now what? What is Kaden going to introduce me to today? Come to me. I’ll have to figure out where he is. I pad into the living space and appraise the area. The big, wooden table is back in the dining area, and everything is empty. His office door is closed, but his bedroom is open.
I make my way toward him, the nervousness beginning to push its way forward. I twist the knot of the robe sash between my fingers. I nudge his door open further, and it swings, revealing his personal space. I didn’t get that good of a look at it yesterday — my mind was on other things. My mind is still on other things, but I’m enthralled with this extension of him. His décor is plain and simple — abstract paintings of the broad brush stroke variety on the walls and plenty of undisturbed floor space.
I tilt my head around the door, and there he is, still in bed. Kaden’s hands are clasped behind his head, and he has a smug smile on his face. “There are some things you’ll be expected to do often on your overnight escort services.”
He pushes the sheets over, exposing a body I hadn’t had the opportunity of seeing last night. Not in this state. Not in all its naked glory. I have to press my thighs together, because this is a man I could look at all day long. His chest is broad and thickly muscled. His abdomen is flat, and without any pants to obstruct the view, his eight pack is fully visible. A tattoo with tribal lines and waves wraps around the right side of his abdomen, and down his hip, then down to his thigh. I want to get closer and run my fingers over the ink.
One thing I do remember from last night is his hard cock, but I hadn’t seen those big thighs. He must work hard on that body of his to be big and lean at the same time. I find myself imagining licking the space between his abdominal muscles and down to that firm manhood of his.
Kaden takes himself by the base of his big cock and says, “Come on — robe off.”
I feel the same bead of self-consciousness I did last night. Before he spread me wide and made me scream. I can’t help it. One time with a man doesn’t erase the past nineteen years of modesty. I work at the tight knot of the sash with downcast eyes and finally get it loose. I look up at him, and I take courage, seeing the snarl on his lips. I let the fabric drop from my shoulders.
It hits the floor, and I stand before him, naked. Last night, I was only half exposed to him. I still had the safety net of being able to pull my dress down. Now, I stand before him completely exposed.
His smile turns into that devilish grin he had last night when he went down on me. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. I need you over here right now. I need my cock between those lips again.”
His dirty words bolster my resolution — bringing to the forefront of my mind how good it felt to make him growl and come. I climb onto the mattress from the foot of his bed and approach between his legs on all fours.
The husk is back in his voice as well. “I wish my bed were a mile long so I could see that crawl keep coming. Get down on your belly.”
I flatten myself against the sheets, the sides of my breast touching the sides of his thighs. “Like this?”
He pats his obliques. “Hands up here.”
I didn’t feel this last night, either. My skin against his. The intimate contact overwhelms my senses as I run my hands up his thighs and onto his abdomen. His stomach contracts, and I am mesmerized by the movements of his body. He angles his cock down to my lips, and I open for him. Kaden pumps at the base of his shaft as I wrap my lips around the tip and run my tongue over his slit. His groan is immediate, and I brush my fingers over his six pack as I feel him flex and contort.
I look up at him as I suck him down further, and the desire I see there flames my fire. Just like the night before, having him between my lips is getting me wet and wanting more. I take a deep breath and run my tongue down his shaft then pull up. His nostrils flare, and Kaden’s chest expands as he fills his lungs with air.
“God, I’m already going to come. I’ve been laying in here, thinking about you. Thinking about last night.” True to his word, Kaden’s cock twitches. He forces his words out between clenched teeth. “Perfect. You’re so godda…”
He lets his words drop off, his head hitting the pillow as he arches his chest into the air and groans for me. I’m so… what? I need that word. I’m so what? His cock throbs, and he releases himself into me. I swallow down his seed as he relaxes, but he’s not done with me yet.
Kaden sits up and pulls me to him. His lips claiming mine, and he kisses me aggressively. It’s exactly what I need right now. He hadn’t touched his lips to mine once last night, and I hadn’t realized how I had felt the absence of that intimacy. He turns me over, planting me on my back and leaning over top of me. I run my hands up his firm back and rub my thighs together, feeling my wetness grow.
His mouth leaves mine, and he immediately lowers to my breasts, taking a nipple between his lips. I gasp as a shot of electricity fires from my nipple down to my pussy. I arch my breast into his mouth and hold on.