“Something wrong?” Cayden asked, pulling away from me. He studied my face, looking for an answer. His eyes were hungry for more, and his body was ready for a long night of fucking. The power that rolled over me was delicious. He wanted me.

“No,” I reassured him. “But can we take this to your bedroom?”

“Absolutely,” he said. He leaned back down and kissed me passionately. “Let’s go.” He moved back and helped me off the couch. As I went to pull my dress up, he stopped me.

“What?” A soft smile touched my lips.

“Let me help,” he said. I thought he was going to pull it back over my breasts, but he surprised me. Instead, he started pulling it down. It slid past my stomach and down past my ass. Before I knew it, the dress was on the floor, leaving me standing there in only a black thong. Cayden took a step back to look at me.

“God, Tiffany, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” he said. Although I felt a little self-conscious, the words that Cayden was saying and the way that he was looking at me made my nerves go away. Maybe he really did believe I was gorgeous.

He looked at me from head to toe before he took my hand again. He led me down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. I wasn’t sure that I was making the right decision, but my body was telling my head to shut the fuck up and go with the flow.

I’d endured a long, trying year. I deserved to have sex with someone like Cayden Lewis, didn’t I? Cayden opened his bedroom door. It was about the size of my living room, kitchen and bedroom combined.

“Lay down,” he said, pointing to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I walked over to the bed and lay down on my back. Cayden began to undress. I watched him eagerly. First, he took off his shirt. His chest was as I expected. There was little hair and well-defined abs. He was in good shape, but not rock hard. I actually preferred him that way. I would have been much more intimidated if he had a rock-hard body like Brad had.

Stop thinking of Brad, I told myself. I would not let Brad ruin this evening. I’d come too far to let thoughts of him fuck things up now. I brought my focus back to Cayden. He was grinning at me which was so cute. I wanted to pinch myself because this all seemed like a dream.

“I feel like I’m Channing Tatum in Magic Mike,” he laughed. He undid his belt and began to take off his pants. As he did this, he continued to make eye contact with me.

I laughed as he started to sway his hips like he was a stripper. I could so easily fall in love with the guy if I could let go of my past. I just didn’t know how to do that.

“I cannot believe you’re nearly naked in my bed,” he said.

“Believe it or not, I am,” I said. Truthfully, I could not believe I was in his bed, either. He pulled his pants off and stood in front of me in his black boxers. He got into bed next to me and continued where we left off on the couch.

His lips trailed down to my breasts and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked my hard nipple and it caused my pussy to stir with excitement. He softly bit my nipple, and I let out a long groan. The man knew what he was doing.

“Fuck, Cayden, that feels good,” I told him, running my hands through his dark brown hair. I pushed his head closer to my breasts, inviting him to take a bigger mouthful.

As he continued to kiss my breasts, his hand traveled down my stomach to my mound. I’d nearly shaved all my hair off that afternoon in an effort to look cleaned up. I left only a thin landing strip. He slipped his hand underneath my black thong and ran his fingers over the hair.

“God, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” He glanced up and wagged his eyebrows.

I panted softly and watched him enjoy simply looking at me.

A few moments later, I moved my knees up, so that my feet were flat on the bed. I spread my legs, letting him know that I was ready for him to go further. He slid my thong off, leaving me completely naked. Still with his mouth on my breast, he began to gently slide one of his fingers in and out of my wet slit. He was doing it slowly, teasing me.

“Faster,” I said, a little surprised by the authority in my voice. Never had I talked to Brad like that. I’d honestly never been allowed to.

He stopped nibbling my breasts and looked up at me and smiled. He sat up straighter, abandoning my tits to put all his focus on my need. He put another finger inside of me, moving them both in and out rapidly.

“Like this, sexy girl?” he asked and growled a little.

I nodded eagerly. My pussy wrapped around his fingers, and I couldn’t help but grind against his palm. My breasts bounced up and down and the fire lighting in my stomach was so damn good.

“Work yourself against me, Tiffany. Take anything you need,” Cayden said.

Something washed over me that was not pleasure. Worry.

I wanted to believe that he was there because he wanted to be, but there was a nagging thought that wouldn’t go away. What if it was all a joke? What if he was going to get me to the brink of an orgasm only to kick me out of his room? Before I’d any further time to think, Cayden stopped fingering me and removed his two fingers. He grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed.

“Get comfy,” he said, handing me the pillow. I put it under my neck, elevating my head so I could see the show that he was about to put on. I suddenly became very nervous. Brad had never wanted to go down on me. He told me that it was gross, but he had never turned down a blowjob. I’d never had an orgasm from oral sex before. What if Cayden was grossed out? What if I couldn’t come from oral sex?

Breathe, I told myself as Cayden headed back down toward my pussy as he licked the side of my mouth.

As he repositioned himself, I noticed the giant bulge in his boxers. His cock might have been too big. Was that possible? I needed to know what it felt like inside of me, but a mild wave of panic had me worrying that we were in for a comedy of errors.

He slipped two fingers back inside of me, as he positioned himself to go down on me. I was nervous. No one had ever kissed me there before. I’d wanted Brad to, but he never followed up with my request. I’d seen it in porn that I’d masturbated to, and it always looked like it would feel great. I would soon find out.

With his fingers inside of me, Cayden leaned down and began to kiss my clit. His lips softly began to suck on my clit as he continued to finger fuck me. He sucked my clit for a few seconds, before removing his fingers. He began at the top of my pussy and licked all the way down, stopping at my ass. I groaned as he used his fingers to spread my pussy lips further open. The strong press of his tongue darting in and out of my opening had me quivering.

“Please don’t stop,” I managed to blurb out.

My orgasm built higher and higher inside of me. Was it okay to come in his face? Fuck. I didn’t know how this was supposed to happen.

And I was in such a vulnerable position, but there was no way I was going to be able to hold back when the time came, and it was coming, fast.

I groaned and gave myself over to it. Fuck it. I’d figure it out. I gripped my nipple and tugged a little with one hand, and let the other run through Cayden’s hair, pushing him deeper into my wet need.

His tongue moved faster and faster, swirling around my clit and going in and out of my pussy. His index finger was making circles around my ass. My ass had never been played with before, but I loved the feeling. I ground against Cayden’s face harder. I wanted his tongue deeper and, I wanted his finger in my ass.

“Tell me what you want, Tiffany,” he whispered against my sloppy wet slit. “Sat it.”

“My ass,” I mumbled before whimpering. Had I really just said that shit to him? Out loud?

Before I could grow embarrassed, he slipped the tip of his finger into my ass. I exploded, my body buckling with the best orgasm of my life. I shook from head to toe and let out a long string of needy moans.

He mumbled something against my pussy, but kept after it, licking and sucking as if he were drinking me down.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, still grinding against the pleasure he offered me. When the moment subsided, I collapsed on the bed. Cayden joined me at the top of the bed. His face was glistening with my release. He moved up to kiss me, and I tasted myself for the first time. I leaned into him, wanting him to know how much I appreciated him loving on me. He had no clue how freeing his actions made me feel.

“Good, I take it?” he asked. I laughed and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

“So incredible,” I said, kissing him again. “That was actually my first orgasm from oral sex.”

Cayden looked at me with a surprised look on his face. “Really? Well, that will be just one of many,” he said. “Let me grab a condom and we’ll see if we can’t put that one to shame.”

“Yes, please.” I stretched out as he got off the bed and put a condom on. The minute he moved back above me, my heart started to race. Would he fit? It had been a year, and Brad wasn’t nearly as big as the handsome bastard moving up my body in search of his own release.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He laid on top of me and brushed his nose by mine as the head of his cock pressed against my pulsing opening.

“Let me give you a blowjob first. I owe you that,” I said and reached up to touch his handsome face. I felt bad that there was no foreplay involved for him. Brad would have demanded it.

“Not a chance, and you don’t owe me anything, woman. Just make love to me,” he said with a passion that I feared might score my heart. “I need you right now.”

He pressed in deeper and we both shared a groan, the tension beyond good. He not only fit, but he was going to bring me to come over and over. I’d no doubt after the first thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Tiffany,” he said. “Stop me if you need to, baby.”

He pressed his lips to the side of my throat and slipped his hands between me and the bed, cupping my ass before rocking slow and hard into me.

I wrapped my legs around him and lifted my hips, wanting every inch he could give me. Pleasure and passion held me captive as I closed my eyes and held him tight. He turned his head and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue making its way into my mouth as we fucked each other. He surprised me moments later when he moaned into my mouth and jerked back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Worry raced through me as my body begged for more of him.

“I don’t want this to end,” he said. I reached up and kissed him again, pulling him in closer.

“It’s just the beginning,” I told him in between kisses. I hoped it really was just the beginning. I would be completely heartbroken if this was a one-night stand.

He began to work me again. Some thrusts were short and hard and others long and slow. He pulled his cock back to the thick head and rolled his hips, leaving me whining for more of him. I’d never get tired of the feel of him taking his need out on me. The very thought had me concerned.

“So good,” he mumbled.

“More,” I said. He continued to fuck me. Beads of sweat formed on his face and traveled down and onto his chest. He was putting in work, and I was turned on even more.

As he fucked me, I started to play with my clit. I used my fingers to trace circles around it. As Cayden picked up the speed, I began to rub my clit faster and faster. The second orgasm of the night was building inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around Cayden, pushing him deeper inside of me. While his cock initially hurt at first, it felt so good. I wanted him to go as deep as possible. We were moving together as one, our bodies responding to each other’s movements. Even with Brad, the sex wasn’t like this. This type of sex was something I’d never experienced before.

Cayden’s body tensed up. He must be close to exploding. I was, too. I couldn’t believe I was about to have back-to-back orgasms. Another first. He moved faster, and as he did, I began to play with my clit faster.

“Fuck!” he screamed out. I felt his cock pulsate inside of me and my own release danced along the edge of desire.

I grabbed Cayden’s back, trying to push him further and further. That’s all I needed. He plowed into the perfect spot.

My second orgasm was even more intense than the first one. I closed my eyes and moaned Cayden’s name. Finally, our orgasms subsided, and Cayden collapsed on the bed next to me. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, both of us trying to regain our breath, although Cayden had done most of the work.

After a while, Cayden finally spoke.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted. I smiled as he leaned over to kiss my nose.

“Me, too,” I said. Cayden began to softly stroke my naked thigh as he laid back down on the pillow.

“I like you a lot,” he said softly, his eyes heavy.

I wanted to respond, but I was terrified. Doubts and second guesses still raced through my mine. Instead of replying, I closed my eyes and wondered how I’d gotten myself into this situation.

And was it prudent to try and get out of it? I wasn’t sure.