He’d kept my hand firmly in his throughout the entire journey, and now we were through the front door it’s like he can’t get enough of me.
He carried me over the threshold, ignoring my squeal of protest, and then kicked the door closed. Now he has me trapped between the hard wood of the door and the solid muscle of his body.
All the way I felt like I was walking on air.
This is the Kaden I remember, the passionate man I fell in love with, that first night when he made me his.
Smiling deviously into my eyes, he grabs my wrists and wrenches them above my head, planting them against the door before lowering his mouth to taste the sensitive flesh of my throat. His lips and coarse tongue tickle and caress my shoulder, kissing around the neckline of my dress, then returning, at length, to my mouth.
He pulls back just enough to look into my flushed face.
We’re both breathing hard, overcome with lust. His chest is rising and falling roughly against where my nipples are pushing hard and sensitive against the front of my dress.
“Mine,” he rasps, his eyes darkening with passion, and something else, something I can’t quite fathom. “Say it.”
“I – I’m yours,” I say, equally breathless, and the words send a rush of desire flooding through my veins.
His fingers release my wrists and gently slide down my arms, down my body till he’s cupping my hips, his large hands making me feel tiny.
His smile is wicked and I have only a few seconds to suck in a breath before he slowly sinks to his knees.
My dress is long, black, and elegant, with a slit up the side.
He licks his lips teasingly as he gently strokes his fingers up my calves, pausing to circle behind my knees then higher up my thighs.
He hooks his fingers into the waist of my panties and pulls them down. I step out of them and he flicks them over his shoulder.
“You won’t be needing those for a long time,” he says, and his words make me blush.
He lifts my leg and rests it on his shoulder, then leans closer, breathing me in.
“I love how you smell,” he murmurs, then licks the tip of his tongue along the line of my already damp folds. “Yes, I love your beautiful pussy.”
Then he’s taking me with his mouth, lapping at me like a man dying of thirst.
All I can do is moan, my hands desperately searching for purchase to ground myself while my body trembles and shatters with pleasure.
His mouth is pure unadulterated heaven.
His tongue circles and swirls around my clit till I think I might lose my mind.
He laps at it with firm, deliberate licks of a man who knows how to make a woman come apart.
It doesn’t take long and before I’m ready, my body is suddenly alive with bursting bubbles of molten heat and delight and I scream through my climax. When I open my eyes it’s to meet his heated gaze just moments before he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me up to bed.
I can’t be passive any longer.
With a shove at his shoulder, I push him onto his back and whisper what I want to do into his ear.
He growls but complies.
I have the feeling that if I want to be in control in the bedroom, it’ll only be during make-up sex.
That’s fine with me.
Most of the time I love how he takes charge, how he dominates and brings me to the brink time and time again. But this time I need to be in charge and I love that he senses my desires.
I undress him slowly, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his wide, muscular chest, then slipping down his body to work on his pants. The heavy belt buckle frustrates me for a few seconds, but after fiddling, I work it out and rip open his pants with inpatient fingers.
His cock is already rock hard and standing tall and huge, shooting from his pants like a tower of hot flesh. He gasps in the cool air but I quickly sooth the chill with my mouth.
I take the silky tip between my lips and suck him deep.
I remember being intimidated by his sheer size the first time we were together.
Now his cock in my mouth feels like home.
I suck and swirl my tongue around his length before bobbing my head in a rhythm that takes him deeper and deeper.
His deep guttural moans are all the inspiration I need, and I suck harder and speed my rhythm, wanting too much to give him the same pleasure he’d given me just moments earlier.
“Oh yes! Claire... yes, Claire... So good...”
With an almost panicked groan he pulls my mouth off him and drags me up his body.
Shoving his fingers into my hair, he drags my mouth down to his and kisses me, deep, wide mouthed, and urgent.
“Ride me, lover,” he demands, cupping my face and kissing me again. “I need to feel my cock inside you... Nowhere I want to be when I come but inside your sweet…”
Kiss.
“Tight...”
Kiss.
“Ahh!”
I position myself over his rigid penis and slam down hard, driving him deep before he can finish his sentence.
We both groan in the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain and I throw my head back in the sheer ecstasy of being filled but my billionaire lover.
Resting his hands on my hips, he stares up at me with something akin to wonder as I ride him in a long, sensual rhythm that stimulates my whole body to perfection.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps.
I can’t respond.
I’m too caught up in the rhythm of our joined bodies to focus on anything but how perfectly we fit this way.
His fingers slide up my stomach, over my ribs, and cup my bouncing breasts.
While I take my pleasure from the man I love, he squeezes my breasts and drags his thumbs over my sensitive nipples.
Flicking, circling, rubbing.
He lifts up and engulfs one nipple in his hot mouth and I cry out at the thrills the sensation sends down to where we’re joined.
Rearing up, his mouth captures mine again.
My arms wrap around him as his wrap around me.
I’m squeezing him with my whole body, my inner muscles clenching around his rigid erection as though telling me and him that this is where he belongs, in my arms, my bed, and deep and hard inside my pussy.
I’m riding him hard and fast.
I can’t stop.
So good.
“Babe...” he croaks. “Not gonna last... Need to slow down... Babe...”
“No, please,” I beg.
“Please.”
I cry out.
“So fucking hot,” he grits out between his teeth, and his fingers dig roughly into my hips. “Let it go, sweetheart. I’ll stay good and hard for you.”
“Fuck yes!” The words rip from my throat in a scream and all at once my body shatters into a million wonderful pieces.
“Claire!”
He lets out a roar that I swear rocks the room and then stiffens, his cock swelling and flexing as he empties himself inside me…
It takes us a long time to get our breaths back afterward.
The whole time, he can’t seem to stop touching me, kissing me, telling me how incredible I am.
Cradled in his strong arms, I fall into a wonderful slumber.