Chapter 30
Caden
Moonlight streamed into the bedroom. I kissed every inch of her body as I stripped off her clothes. I wanted to fuck her hard and to feel the relief I so desperately wanted. But she needed more than that. I needed to show her how thankful I was for everything she'd done. Words weren't enough, and what was about to happen would be nothing like the playful sex we'd had at the hotel.
I stood behind her and pressed kisses down the column of her neck. A small whimper fell from her lips, and my balls tightened at every sound she made.
She intoxicated me in a way no other woman ever had, but it was because of the sex and nothing else.
I unhooked her bra and peeled the straps from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her luscious tits were made for my hands and mouth. Just like her, they were made to be worshiped. I peppered her shoulders with small kisses and slid my hands around her stomach and up to her breasts.
Her heart thudded fast, and I flicked my fingers back and forth over her taut nipples until they puckered into points.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed.
Her body was an enchanting wonder, and one I intended to explore. Being with her warmed my soul and seeing her so vulnerable and so open shook me to the core.
I slid my hands under the waistband of her panties and eased them inside. Her wet heat slicked my fingers and showed she was more than ready. A jolt of electricity shot through me and the violent jerk of my cock caught my breath. I ached to feel her pussy hug me tight, but I wouldn't fuck her—not just yet.
When I cupped her pussy, her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. I gripped the front of her panties, and moved the material back and forth, massaging her clit.
"Do you want to come like this?" I asked and bunched the material tighter.
"Touch me. I want your fingers on me, in me."
The sound of her words weakened my knees, and it took all of my strength to keep standing. I released her thong, parted her wet folds, and slid two fingers into her heat. The sound that came from her was somewhere between a groan and a growl. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and a wave of heat tightened my balls. She was so responsive to my touch. I wanted to pleasure her forever.
"Fuck. You're killing me, Lizzie."
She reached down and wrapped her hand around my wrist and began controlling the pace. Picking up speed and then slowing it down to suit her needs. I placed one hand crossed her stomach and held her back to my bare chest. My dick strained against my boxers, and nestled along the seam of her ass, aching to slide inside her pussy.
In what seemed like no time, her pelvis rocked and twisted, and her inner muscles fluttered and clamped down on my fingers. From the way her breathing accelerated, she was close. Her legs shook, and every muscle in her body tensed ready for release.
"I'm going to come," she whispered. "Oh, God, Caden, I'm going to come."
Her climax came hard and fast, and desperate cries fell from her lips. Her juices soaked my hand, and as much as I wanted to slam my fingers into her, I didn't. I allowed her to control the speed so she could take what she needed.
After several heartbeats, her head lolled forward, and her breaths came in fast gulping pants.
I slid my fingers from her still fluttering walls and painted the evidence of her orgasm over her pointed nipples. She turned to face me, her eyes wide and her lips parted.
Wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to the bed. "Take these off," she said, running her fingers over the waistband of my boxers.
I cupped her cheek in my hand. "Tonight is about you. You don't have to."
Her eyes darkened with lust, and she said, "I want to feel you between my lips."
"If that's what you want, I won't say no twice." I kicked off my boxers and stood a few inches from her.
She knelt in front of me, and my dick twitched ready to slide between her wet lips. I
longed to have my cock fill her mouth, to feel her tongue swirl around me. My body trembled, and I closed my eyes in an attempt to reign my need to jerk off all over her. To see my cum spill down her body.
Of all the times, women had sucked me off this was the most intimate. Some did it because they felt they had to, others did it and wanted to get it over with, but I could tell from the way Lizzie's body reacted and from the look in her eyes, my enjoyment was also her enjoyment.
When I'd regained my composure, I buried my hands in her hair and tugged hard. She groaned in response.
"You like that?"
When she didn't answer, I tugged again. Harder this time. "You like it when I'm rough, don't you?"
"Yes," she gasped. "I like it."
"Do you like it when I take control and tell you what to do?"
She nodded.
"Take my balls in your hand and take my cock in your mouth."
She did as I instructed. The first lick of her tongue against my throbbing shaft felt like heaven, and everything but the sensations racing up and down my body ceased to matter.
She moved her lips up and down in slow rhythm. For now, I allowed her to set the pace, but I'd have to take over soon, because, a few more minutes and I'd lose it. Lizzie slid her lips the entire way down my length, taking me deeper than she'd ever done before. Her mouth felt hot and wet around my cock.
"Wrap your hand around me and move it along with your mouth." Unreleased need made my voice husky.
Lizzie curled her soft fingers around me and looked up as she sucked my cock. I'd never had a blowjob as incredible as this before. I yanked her hair and rocked my hips in time with her movements and kept rocking until I was seconds away from exploding.
"Lizzie," I groaned, watching my slick cock slide in and out of her mouth. "If you don't stop I'm going to come."
The little tease sucked harder and faster.
"No, you don't." It took all of my willpower not to slam into her and spill my cum down her throat. I wanted to explode inside her pussy and feel her clamp down on me.
I jerked from her mouth and knelt in front of her, so we faced each other. At the sight of her swollen lips and glassy eyes, a realization kicked my balls.
I loved her.
I fucking loved her.
But it was more than love. It was reverence and devotion. She sacrificed for those she loved, and the size of her heart and strength left me in awe.
I loved, wanted and needed everything from this woman. From my wife.
This wasn't supposed to happen, but I was powerless to stop it.
I kissed her with a passion I'd never known. Whimpers fell from her lips and mingled with my guttural groans.
"Lay on the bed," I said.
From now on sex with Lizzie would hold a deeper meaning. Mindless fucks were something I could have with anyone, but the lovemaking I had with Lizzie was something I'd never find again.
She lay on the bed, and I hovered over her, teasing her by rubbing my dick up and down her slit, but I didn't enter her.
She raised her hips. "Inside of me."
Jesus. I wanted her so badly it left me weak and shaking. Giving her what she wanted, I slid into her. We both cried out, and my balls felt like they would explode.
She wrapped her legs around me, and I buried my face in her hair.
"I can't hold back any longer, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you hard." My hips had a mind of their own, and picked up speed, thrusting and rocking into her repeatedly. In a matter of seconds, she gave her body to me, and as her orgasm pulled her under, she screamed my name.
"I love you, Lizzie," I whispered into her hair. I don't know if she heard me, and in that moment, I didn't care.
Sweat beaded my forehead, and the next time she cried my name, I exploded. "Mine," I gritted out, "My Lizzie."
Even as I softened, I stayed inside her and waited out the small, rippling aftershocks.
Why had I allowed myself to fall in love with her? Even if I didn't mean to, I would hurt her.