I begin to rise to my feet, but he grips my shoulders so I’m unable to move.
"You don’t think I’m letting you go that easily, do you?"
"What do you want, a blow job? Or perhaps, you want to fuck me in the arse or take my pussy so hard that I see stars? Or perhaps, you want all three?"
His gaze narrows. "Perhaps, I want something else this time." His eyes gleam. His features form into an expression I can’t quite interpret.
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe, it’s time I give you what you want for a change, hmm?"
I blink. "I’m not sure I understand what you mean."
He releases me, and I rise to my feet. Only he follows me up. He unfolds himself, and I tilt my head back, then further back, as he straightens to his full height. Damn, he’s tall. Standing this close, with him looming over me, I’m struck anew by the power writ into every angle of his muscular body. Heat flushes my skin. A throbbing pulse grips my pussy. The arousal radiates out to my extremities with such force I can taste the need to have him inside of me. There’s no one else in the world who can turn me on like this, and my subconscious knows it. Has always known it. It’s why I held out for him. It’s why I never slept with any other man. Oh, there had been enough opportunities to do so after I left home. I even dated for a while and convinced myself I should take those men to bed, but I couldn’t. They weren’t Cade. I’ve belonged to him from the moment I set eyes on him. It’s why I stayed a virgin until he came back into my life.
He reaches behind himself and pulls off his shirt. My gaze drops to his wide shoulders, those sculpted planes of his chest, the concave stomach, and the happy trail that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. Then he reaches down, unzips them and shoves them down, along with his briefs. He kicks them aside, and his cock stands to attention, thick and fat, with a vein that runs the length of the underside. Pre-cum glistens across the head, and my mouth waters. He bends his knees, and before I can blink, he’s hefted me up and over his shoulder.
"Hey! Wait."
The next moment, he’s thrown me down on the bed on my back. I bounce once, then shove my hair back from my eyes.
He follows me onto the bed, plants his shoulders on the pillows, then taps his chest. "Climb on."
"What? No."
"You will do as I say. You will ride my face, Sparrow."
My core clenches, and my nipples harden into points of yearning that ache for his touch. Still, I hesitate. "I… I’ll be too heavy for you."
"What?"
"My thighs…uh… I know how gross they are. If I straddle you, I might, uh… You know—"
"You’re not making any sense."
My cheeks flush. "I might smother you, okay? Not that it’s a prospect I don’t relish, but unlike you, I have compunctions about my actions."
"Are you hearing yourself?" His scowl deepens. "You have a lot of faults; I’ll be the first to admit that."
"Thanks," I scoff.
"But your figure is, unfortunately, not one of the things I can complain about."
I stare, then burst out laughing. I press my knuckles into my mouth and try to stifle my giggles, but they slip out. "Are you hearing yourself? Now, I know you’re trying to make fun of me."
He flips over and planks over me so suddenly, my breath stutters. "I am deadly serious in whatever I say, in case you haven’t figured that out. And under no circumstances can you make fun of what is mine."
I open my mouth and try to speak, but no words come out. Did he just say mine? Did he refer to me as 'mine'? Some of the consternation must show on my face, for his features harden.
"I mean, you shouldn’t sell yourself short. You have an incredible hourglass figure that many women would die for. As for your thighs, I can assure you they are perfect for me to hold onto when I fuck you. In fact, I’d go so far as to say they are magnificent, so… No way, can you smother me, but if you did… I promise you, I’d die happy. Not that I’d let you kill me—not without taking you along with me. And if you did kill me, I’d simply come back in the afterlife to make your life miserable, you feel me, Sparrow?"
I laugh. “Have you heard how ridiculous you sound?”
He tilts his head, seeming to consider the words he just uttered. “Which part? You do have an incredible body, and I will make your life and your afterlife unbearable.”
O-k-a-y. I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear the latter half of his sentence. Also, was that a compliment? "So, you mean to say, you don’t have a problem with my size?"
"I don’t. What I do have a problem with is that you still haven’t started riding my face, and after I explicitly told you to plant that sweet pussy of yours on my mouth. Are you going to obey me this time around?"
I nod. I mean, when he puts it like that, who am I to say no? Also, to be honest, I can’t wait to push my cunt into his mouth and feel the thrust of his tongue up my already soaking channel. Surely, I’m going to get another orgasm or two out of it.
He flops onto his back, and I follow. I straddle him and hover over his face. When I still hesitate, he grabs my hips and pulls me down. My throbbing center brushes his mouth. Instantly, he swipes his tongue from arsehole to clit. Blood rushes to my face. Oh, god—that’s so dirty, so explicit—the way I’m poised over him, the way he’s licking my very core. He drags that wicked tongue up between my lower lips, and a melting sensation unfurls in my lower belly. My knees tremble, and I’d lose my balance and fall over—or worse—on his face, but his firm grip holds me in place. He slurps up my pussy again, and I groan.
"Oh, Cade, that’s incredible."
In response, he stabs his tongue up into my channel, and my eyes roll back in my head. I slap my hands over the headboard and hold on as he begins to eat me out in earnest. I pant and groan and whine as he proceeds to lick every last drop of moisture that dribbles from my slit. And when he curls his tongue around my clit, I whimper. He swoops up, closes his mouth over my pussy, and I cry out. The climax barrels through me, but before it fades away, he’s flipped me on my back, thrown my legs over his shoulders, and poised his cock at my opening. "Open your eyes."
When did I shut them? Probably when that mountain of a climax crashed into me. I manage to pry my eyelids open, and he captures my gaze. Very deliberately, he sinks inside me; inch-by-hard-inch he impales me. I’m wet enough that he slides all the way in without any resistance. And when the crown of his cock throbs deep inside me, both of us groan.
He looks deeply into my eyes, and goddamn him, this is the most intimate I’ve been with anyone. Of course, it has to be the man who despises me most who’s able to look deeply into my soul and read my every thought, my every emotion, as he slowly begins to fuck me. He pulls out until he’s balanced at the opening of my slit, then in one long, smooth thrust, he pushes up and into me. Once more, he hits that spot deep inside me, and a shudder ladders up my body. He digs his knees into the bed, plants his hands on either side of my face, and with slow, deep lunges, he glides into me, over and over and over—until it feels like we are one body, one soul. Until all of the sensations in my body are focused on the spot where we are joined. Until he lowers his chest so his sculpted planes are embraced by my breasts. Until his nose bumps mine, his eyelashes tangle with mine, and his breath intertwines with mine. He brushes his mouth over mine once, twice, then whispers, "Come with me, baby."