Chapter 14
Caden
With the top down, we drove to my place, my hand gently resting on her thigh. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as I felt her smooth skin beneath my hand. Her sundress barely covered her upper thighs and fit tightly against her breasts and left almost nothing to my imagination. The soft fabric brushed my hand as I caught myself gently caressing her leg, but then I stopped myself. Cara didn't seem to mind as she adjusted herself in the seat, making sure her leg was close enough where I didn't have to reach far. We didn't say much as the wind blew through our hair. The electricity of touching her had overtaken me. She placed her hand on top of mine, keeping my palm on her inner thigh. Her smile widened in a comforting way as I tried to steal glimpses into her deep brown eyes while paying attention to the road.
In such a short time, she had captured my attention and heart in ways I’d never imagined. There was something about her, whether it was her smile or the ease of talking to her about almost anything. It was all effortless. The events of last night and this morning seemed like distant memories, but there was still something that haunted me about them.
I blocked the vision of Graham from my head as I mashed the gas pedal, accelerating into the curves of the winding road. My grip tightened on the wheel, yet my other hand fell gently on her leg. Before long, we pulled into the secluded, tree lined road leading to my house overlooking the river. My house wasn’t fancy or elegant, and it was built almost thirty years ago, but I had put a great deal of time into renovating it into the perfect space. Houses overlooking the river were tough to come by, and when this one had become available, I’d jumped on it.
“The view is beautiful,” Cara said as we drove down the final hill toward my driveway. “Is all of this land yours?” she asked as she took in the view of the flat land overlooking the water. “And your house,” she said as we pulled into the driveway, “it’s gorgeous.”
“Thank you. Three and a half acres and I rarely see my neighbors. I have the views and privacy I’ve always wanted.” I hit the button for the garage and drove in. “So, are you ready for the next part of our date? I know last night didn’t end the way we’d hoped.”
“No, it didn’t,” she said, looking away. “but at least we ended it together.”
“From the way I see it, I owe a date where you can wear that bikini I bought and a few of those other things in those boxes, but not tonight. Tonight, I have something else planned.” I gave her leg a gentle squeeze and jumped out of the car, running around to the other side and opening her door.
“You’re such a tease,” she said with a laugh. “So now you’re going to make me wait to find out what was in those bags and boxes?”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” I grabbed her hand and led her inside the house. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing the plans I had made for the evening.
The moment we got inside, Cara dropped my hand and walked toward the large wall of windows the overlooked the patio and provided the perfect view of the river. A few boats raced through the water, pulling people on tubes and wakeboards. It was getting later in the day and people were likely trying to get their last bit of excitement before ending their weekend.
“I could look at this all day,” Cara said.
“Me too,” I whispered to myself as I stared at her.
Cara spun on her heel and caught me staring at her. She immediately smiled. “So,” she said as she moved toward me, “are you going to give me the grand tour or should I just wander around myself?”
“Well,” I said as I grabbed her hand, “I planned on cooking dinner for you this evening.” Before I could say another word, Cara kissed me on the cheek, kicked off her shoes and headed down the hallway.
“I love a man who can cook. You do that, and I’ll show myself around.”
I watched as she playfully walked away from me, walking on the balls of her feet, allowing her body to sway back in forth and swishing her arms the way you’d see a little girl playfully act as if she were walking down a runway.
“By the way,” she said, looking back over her shoulder, “I heard that.” She flipped her long brown hair around to her back and continued walking.
Damn. This time I kept my thoughts to myself, not even risking a whisper of what was racing through my mind.
I stood in the kitchen for what seemed like an eternity. My plan had been to make a simple pasta dish, nothing overly extravagant or difficult, but I was having trouble even thinking how to get water to boil at the moment. I listened to Cara talking to herself as she moved room to room, checking everything out.
“This is amazing, Caden,” she yelled across the house.
I followed her voice to find her standing at the doorway to my bathroom. I quietly walked into the room and stood behind her. “It’s my favorite part of the house, or at least one of my favorites. I had it custom made. Four shower heads, steam jets and body sprays. There are days I feel like I could stay in there all day and just think.”
“I’m sure I could too,” she joked, not looking back at me.
Then she turned, and we found ourselves face to face. Instinctively she put her hands up in front of her, resting them on my chest and I grabbed her, my arms wrapping her up and pulling her close. We both froze for a moment and then without thinking I kissed her. My lips pressed against hers gently and then as if choreographed perfectly, our tongues met, dancing and intertwining. We paused briefly, allowing our eyes to meet once again and acknowledging that this was what we had both been wanting and waiting for.
Cara took a deep breath and kissed me harder, extending her toned arms and pushing me against the wall where she continued to kiss me. Her mouth moved across my lips and then trailed down my neck, and then found my mouth once more.
I loved the feel of how she took control of the situation, seeking and taking what she wanted, but I had known that I wanted and needed her since the moment we met. I reached around and grabbed her firm ass, pulling her close, her hips pushing against mine. I felt myself growing harder and enjoyed the sensation of her body against mine. I pushed against her, drawing our bodies even more tightly together. Her breasts pushed against my chest, soft yet firm.
I closed my eyes tightly as I felt the smoothness of her sun dress. The bulge in my pants grew as she pushed harder against me. Only millimeters of thin fabric separated our bodies and I couldn’t contain myself. I ran my hand through her hair, gently interlocking my fingers and grabbing a handful. I pulled Cara’s head back, exposing her neck as I kissed it, working my way up toward her ear. “I need you,” I panted and then continued kissing.
“Yes,” she managed to get out in between breaths.
I lowered my hands down her back. I placed both hands just below her ass and lifted her. Cara immediately wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her, still kissing, toward the bed where I laid her down.
I watched as she inched her way on her back toward the center of my king-sized bed. Her slightly open legs drew my attention. I climbed on the bed and straddled her as she played with the button on my shorts. I quickly grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand as I used my other hand to trace the outline of her jaw and then kissed her before releasing her hands.
Cara tugged at the back of my shirt, finally pulling it over my head as I helped her, tossing it to the floor. She paused as her eyes scanned my body. I realized it was the first time she had seen me without a shirt and felt a little self-conscious. Using her index finger, she traced the space between my pecs, following the crease down to my stomach and once again began playing with the button on my shorts with a determined smile.
I helped her, flicking the button open and unzipping my shorts as she slid them down, revealing how hard I was, barely contained in the nylon briefs I was wearing. I rolled to her side and guided my hand up her thigh until I could feel the thin band of material of her thong.
The heat between us built as we continued to kiss, our hands exploring one another. I tugged at her thong as she giggled a little. “Let me help you,” she whispered as she slid her thong off beneath her dress.
My cock grew harder as I pressed against her, grinding together as we kissed. Cara sat up as she pulled her dress over her head, revealing her perfectly curved body then laid back down. She wasn’t wearing a bra. We stared at one another briefly, taking in our first real glimpses of one another. She was everything I had imagined and so much more.
“You’re gorgeous,” I panted as I looked at her and began to kiss my way from her stomach up to her breasts.
“Thank you… and no fair,” she joked. “These need to come off.” She pulled at the band of my briefs, allowing them to snap back at my waist.
Following her orders, I took them off. “Fine, can we continue?” The playful banter added to the excitement and removed the awkwardness of our first time.
“Please,” she almost begged, getting a serious look on her face.
I could feel myself throbbing, needing her as our skin finally touched. I continued kissing her from where I had left off. My tongue flicked her hard, pink nipple as I cupped her breast and took it in my mouth. She let out a faint moan of pleasure as my hands explored her body, still lightly playing with her.
I pressed against her harder as her legs intertwined with mine. “I need you,” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered back, pulling my body towards hers.
As effortlessly and while attempting to avoid the awkwardness, I fumbled for the drawer in the nightstand, looking for and hoping I had a condom. It seemed like minutes of searching, but I found what I had been looking for.
I turned back to Cara, marveling at the beautiful woman stretched out before me.