Part 20 (1/2)

I can feel him above me, hear him breathe, hear him swallow hard. He sounds just as overwhelmed as I feel and when I finally crack my eyes open I see him reach out, his fingers light on my stomach as he, too, touches the come he left there. Marking me like some sort of primitive beast, it had been all sorts of hot.

”I, uh, got a little carried away there for a moment,” he admits, his gaze lifting to meet mine. I see a hint of doubt in the depths of his gaze and I want to rea.s.sure him. I want to tell him I liked it. Loved it, even.

He can't take the entire blame for this. I was just as out of control. Out of my freaking mind with pleasure. ”It's okay,” I rea.s.sure him, reaching for his hand so I can clasp our fingers together.

He smiles at me, flicking his head so his sweat-dampened hair isn't hanging in his eyes. ”You're f.u.c.king beautiful,” he whispers.

I shake my head, embarra.s.sed for some reason. What just happened between us ... I can't explain it. I feel closer to him. I feel as if he's become a part of me.

Does he feel the same?

”Don't deny it.” He collapses beside me, gathering me in his arms so he can hold me close, my back to his front. His c.o.c.k is still hard, poking against my b.u.t.t, and I'm amazed.

And aroused. Still. But I don't know if my body can take another round. Yet.

”You're gorgeous, you know. All limp and sated after I made you come.” His voice is full of pride. He likes that he just did this to me. That he wrecked me for any other man. No one has ever made me feel like Caden does.

Never.

”I made you come too,” I point out, smiling when he squeezes me close and drops a kiss to my shoulder.

”Yeah, you did,” he murmurs against my temple. ”It felt f.u.c.king amazing, being inside you bare.”

It so did. I need to get on the pill stat if we're going to continue this ... relations.h.i.+p. Whatever the heck we're doing. I've never had s.e.x without a condom before and when he first slipped inside me, hot and slick and with no thin piece of rubber between us, I almost came on the spot.

His hands move up so he's touching my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rubbing them, circling my nipples, and I sigh as my body melts into his, savoring his touch, the little sparks of heat that light my skin as he continues to toy with my nipples. ”I love the way you touch me,” I tell him in a heated whisper.

He doesn't falter, just keeps caressing my skin, driving me crazy, ramping up the warmth within me when I came only moments ago. ”I love touching you,” he murmurs. ”I could f.u.c.k you all night. For days. You're all I want, Ro. All I need.”

I want to believe him, but I don't know if I can. He's opened up some but not enough. Our s.e.xual connection is so incredibly strong, but what about our emotional connection? Would he want a real relations.h.i.+p with me? Or are we both caught up in the fantasy of being in another country, not dealing with work or friends or family-for the most part, considering I'm dealing with the life-changing choice of quitting the family business-all alone, just the two of us in this hotel suite?

His c.o.c.k is rock hard, pressing between my b.u.t.t cheeks, and I squirm against him, making him groan. ”Tease.” He grips my hips, brus.h.i.+ng the head of his c.o.c.k along my crack, and I roll away from him, onto my stomach. He follows me, tugging on my hips so I lift myself onto my knees, and another moan escapes him as he runs his hand across my backside, his fingertips playing with my p.u.s.s.y. I'm so wet, and it would be so easy for him to slide back inside me. I want it. I want him. I feel almost crazed with it. ”You want my c.o.c.k?” he asks.

”Please,” I say into the pillow, my voice m.u.f.fled. My legs are shaking, my entire body is trembling, and I brace myself on my elbows, wagging my a.s.s at him to spur him on to do something about it and quick.

”Ah, baby. You drive me f.u.c.king insane with this s.e.xy body of yours.” He pulls me back, his hands firm on my hips as he guides me onto his c.o.c.k. My body takes him, slowly but surely, until my a.s.s is brus.h.i.+ng his stomach and I can feel his heavy b.a.l.l.s press against my p.u.s.s.y.

He is so thick and so long. When he pulls out, it seems to take forever, a delicious drag of flesh against flesh, and I shudder and cry out, a surprised gasp flying from my lips when he rams his c.o.c.k back inside of me, hard and so fast I swear I see stars.

”I gotta be careful,” Caden says, his voice tense, his fingers gripping my hips so hard I know he's going to leave bruises again.

But I don't care. I want the bruises. I love the reminder that he's taken my body so perfectly.

”Why?” I ask on another gasp. I swivel my hips, working his c.o.c.k, and he smacks my a.s.s playfully, commanding me to stop.

I don't want to stop. I want to come again. I need to come again. When we're naked together, it's as if I have no control. All I want are the endless o.r.g.a.s.ms he's so good at delivering. I crave his touch, his words, the comfort he gives me.

More than anything, I crave the way he looks at me. His eyes are full of untethered emotion, his touch gentle and full of reverence. He cares, more than he'll ever admit, and I love that. I need it.

”I'm gonna blow and I don't want to do it inside you,” he says, sounding tortured. He holds my hips still, preventing me from moving, and I release a little moan of frustration. ”Sshh. Let me make this good for you.”

Antic.i.p.ation races through my veins when he touches me, his fingers tickling my skin, drawing closer to my p.u.s.s.y. He touches me there, tracing my folds where they rest against his c.o.c.k, a fleeting tap against my throbbing c.l.i.t. He's trying to drive me out of my mind and I'm about to yell at him when he draws his finger up, up, until he's touching a forbidden spot, circling around and around my little hole.

”Ever had a man take you here?” he asks, his voice deep and dark and rumbling along my nerve endings, making me weak with desire.

I shake my head, unable to speak. I'm holding my breath, biting my lip when he presses, slowly breaching the barrier with just the tip of his finger. A moan escapes me at being filled in both holes and I hang my head, again waiting for the shame or embarra.s.sment to come.

But it doesn't. All I can focus on is the way he moves in me, the way Caden is making me feel. His finger slips deeper as he starts to move and I give myself over to the pleasure. My head is spinning, my body feels like it's spiraling out of control, and I whimper when he pulls out of me, replacing his c.o.c.k with his mouth as he licks and sucks my p.u.s.s.y, f.u.c.king my a.s.s with his finger, sending me right over the edge with a scream.

I slump onto the mattress as he moves away from me, trying to catch my breath, gather my thoughts. With much effort on my part, I finally roll over to find him sitting on his knees, his c.o.c.k sticking straight up, the tip covered with creamy pre-come. He looks as if he's in pain and I go to him, wrapping my fingers around the base so I can draw him into my mouth.

”f.u.c.k yeah,” he practically growls, his hand pus.h.i.+ng away my hair before he slides his fingers into it and tugs so hard, I feel the stinging pain in my scalp. ”Harder, baby. I want to come in your mouth.”

I do as he commands, giving him all of me, opening my eyes so I can stare at his face. He's seemingly transfixed, his eyes flaring with unmistakable l.u.s.t as I pull his c.o.c.k from my mouth and lick the head, down his length, mapping every distended vein with my tongue. His entire face flinches, a shuddering sound coming from his lips, and when I draw him back into my mouth he explodes all over my tongue, the salty musk taste of his s.e.m.e.n filling my mouth.

Withdrawing from him, I let some of it spill out of my mouth and onto the head of his c.o.c.k, getting him nice and sloppy, and I swear that brings on another spurt of s.e.m.e.n. He's groaning and shouting and saying the crudest things ever and all I want to do is make this good for him.

So good he'll never, ever want to leave me.

”You are a filthy, dirty girl,” he says after long, quiet moments of our panting breaths as we both try to calm our racing hearts. He collapses onto the mattress, his head buffered by a pile of pillows. I crawl alongside him, lying on my side so I can press my body close, throwing my leg over both of his.

”You like it,” I whisper as I race my fingers down his stomach, feeling the muscles s.h.i.+ver beneath my touch.

”The question is do you like it. What I did to you.”

I gaze up at him to find him studying me, worry making his brow furrow, that wrinkly spot above the bridge of his nose a sure sign he's apprehensive. ”I liked it.”

”Enough to take it ... further? Sometime?”

I skim my fingers lower, into his pubic hair, the head of his softening c.o.c.k brus.h.i.+ng against me. ”Yes,” I whisper as I turn my face into his shoulder. I'm a little embarra.s.sed, but not enough that I don't want to talk about this. ”As long as you're gentle. You're ... kinda big.”

He laughs a little as he slips his arm around my shoulders. ”Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. ”Not really. It stung a little.”

”I'll be careful. I'll always be careful with you. You know this, right, Ro?”

I don't know. Do I?

”Caden?”

”Yeah?”

I clear my throat, scared over how I'm about to change the subject big-time. ”You mentioned your father earlier.”

He tenses up; I can feel his muscles go completely still. ”Yeah?” he says again.