Part 25 (2/2)

”My grandma told me from a very young age that beauty is pain.” I go to the edge of the bed and sit, surprised when he kneels in front of me, holding out his hand.

”Give me your foot.”

I do as he commands, a gasp escaping me when he holds my foot in his hands and begins to rub. Good lord, that feels good. He presses hard, his fingers moving in circles across my heel, then the center of my foot. He pulls on my toes, each of them giving a little pop, and I'm surprised at how good that feels. He keeps ma.s.saging, his thumbs working my aching muscles, and I close my eyes, a low moan escaping me.

”Is this okay?” he asks hoa.r.s.ely.

I nod, unable to speak. His thumb moves slowly over the top of my foot, his gaze dark, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and heat pools low in my belly.

”Want me to stop?” His voice deepens, sounding like pure s.e.x. I had no idea a foot ma.s.sage could be so sensual. ”Rose?” he asks when I don't say anything.

My eyes pop open and I furiously shake my head, making him smile. He carefully sets down my foot and grabs the other one, giving it the same luxurious treatment for long, delicious minutes until I feel like I could melt. His hands start to wander. Fingers circling my ankles, tickling the backs of my calves, behind my knees, making me giggle.

My skin grows warm when I feel his intent s.h.i.+ft. The air becomes thicker, heavier. His touch bolder as his breathing deepens. Mine catches in my throat and my eyes are narrowed into slits as I watch him slowly work his way up my leg. Until his hand disappears beneath my skirt and is touching my thighs. I widen them for him shamelessly, wanting him to slip those magical fingers beneath my panties so he can find out just how wet I am for him.

I'm completely soaked-my body aches for his touch. This moment is so charged, everything feels that much more intense, and I know why.

Because this is the last night we'll be together.

”Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs as he trails one finger along the inside of my thigh, stopping just as he reaches the spot between my legs. My thighs are quivering; my breath leaves me in shaky exhales. I'm so aroused I can hardly take it, and it all started with him rubbing my feet.

But really it all started when he rushed to my defense at the party in Cannes. When he kissed me by the pool and then ran away. I was hooked. I wanted more. I wanted my adventure, and I got it in the form of Caden.

”Your panties are wet,” he tells me, his deep voice drawing me from my thoughts as his fingers graze the front of my underwear. ”You're always so d.a.m.n responsive, Ro.”

”It's because you know just how to touch me.” I brace my hands on the edge of the mattress, my breath hitching in my throat when he slips those magical fingers beneath my panties and touches my p.u.s.s.y. My thighs fall open as much as they can, though they're restricted by the skirt of my dress, and when he slips his long finger deep inside my body the moan that comes from my chest seems to rattle my bones.

”Lift up,” he demands tersely, his other hand shoving at my skirt. I lift my b.u.t.t, reaching for the fabric so it bunches around my waist. My flimsy panties aren't much of a barrier and he tears into them-literally rips the fragile lace, and then he bends forward, his mouth on my p.u.s.s.y, his tongue las.h.i.+ng against my c.l.i.t.

His gaze directed on my face as he devours me.

”Oh, f.u.c.k.” The words are a whisper of sound. It almost looks vulgar, how we're positioned. My legs are spread, the panties hanging in tatters, my skirt shoved almost to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Caden's nestled between my thighs, his mouth working my p.u.s.s.y, his big hands gripping my knees, holding me wide for him. I lift my hips, another cry falling from my lips when he sinks his tongue inside me.

I throw my head back, my eyes sliding closed as I concentrate on the feel of his wet, wide tongue swirling around my sensitive flesh. He licks my c.l.i.t, sucks it between his lips, his fingers digging into my skin as he braces my knees, and then his mouth is gone.

My eyes fly open and I stare at him. His expression is wild, his chin covered with my juices, his lips glistening as well. He's still fully clothed and I want him naked. I want to come. I want his mouth back on my p.u.s.s.y. I want it all.

”I want to watch you come,” he tells me, his voice low and deep and making me wetter. ”It's my favorite thing. Are you close, Ro?”

I nod and lift up so I'm almost but not quite sitting. ”So close,” I murmur.

His gaze flares with heat. ”I want you to touch yourself.”

I frown. ”What?”

He smiles and darts out his tongue, flicking my c.l.i.t with just the tip. ”Rub your c.l.i.t. Show me how you like it. And then I'll join in. The two of us can make you come hard. I know it.”

Oh, G.o.d. He's probably right. But I've never touched myself in front of another man before. I've never felt comfortable doing that sort of thing because it feels so intimate. Private.

”Do it,” he urges with a nod of his head. ”Touch yourself.”

My hand slides down my belly, tangles in my pubic hair, and then I'm touching my p.u.s.s.y. I reach with my index finger, pressing it against my c.l.i.t, and I hiss in pleasure.

”That's it, baby. Keep touching your c.l.i.t,” he encourages just as he settles his mouth on my p.u.s.s.y once more. His tongue flicks against my finger and I press my lips together to keep the moan contained.

There's something to be said for containment, for prolonging the pleasure. He knows what I'm doing and he smiles against my p.u.s.s.y and continues to lick it. My pace increases as I circle my c.l.i.t again and again, my hips working, his tongue flicking against my flexing entrance before thrusting inside. I start to rub in earnest when I feel my o.r.g.a.s.m barrel down on me, coming at me faster and faster until it breaks me apart and I gasp out a hoa.r.s.e, ”I'm coming,” as a warning.

The shudders wrack my body with such intensity I buck against his face, my hand falling away from my c.l.i.t as I collapse backward on the bed, my eyes tightly closed as my body shakes. He lifts up and away from me, I hear him hurriedly shedding his clothes, and then he's looming over me, crawling onto the mattress, crawling onto me.

”Ro.” His voice is a heated whisper caressing my flesh and I open my eyes to find him watching me with his dark gaze. Bending over, he takes my mouth, the taste of me clinging to his lips and tongue. I kiss him back without restraint, my hands sliding over his naked skin, and when he breaks the kiss I growl with frustration. ”Let's get this dress off of you,” he murmurs as he lifts himself off me.

Somehow, working together, we get me naked. We're both on our knees facing each other, his hard c.o.c.k brus.h.i.+ng against my belly, our hands in each other's hair as we kiss. I scoot closer to him, my hands sliding all over his smooth skin, across his chest, his pecs, down along his stomach. I curl my fingers around the base of his c.o.c.k and stroke him, smiling against his lips when I feel him shudder in reaction to my touch.

”You keep doing that and I'll come all over your hand,” he mutters like a threat.

It's a threat that thrills me, though. I increase my pace, making him curse, and then he's grabbing me by the shoulders and tossing me onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows just as he positions himself over me. I spread my legs to accommodate his body between them and then he's buried deep inside me, to the hilt, his b.a.l.l.s brus.h.i.+ng my p.u.s.s.y as he holds himself there for long, delicious seconds.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his jaw, his chin, his lips. Slowly he begins to move, hot and heavy deep inside me, my inner walls grasping greedily around his length with every slip and slide. He's lost all finesse, all sense of control, as he increases his pace and pounds inside of me. I take it. I revel in it. The sound of our skin slapping together, the wet sounds of my p.u.s.s.y as he dives in again and again, the moans and the creak of the bedsprings and his harsh breath, his words sharp as he declares he's going to come.

I love that he's lost all control. I hold his head to mine and whisper in his ear, encouraging him. Before Caden I would never have said any of these words, but he's taught me well.

”You feel so f.u.c.king good,” I whisper. ”f.u.c.k me harder, Caden. Make me come all over your c.o.c.k. I want to feel you come inside me. Please.”

”Ah, s.h.i.+t,” he chokes out, lifting himself so he's propped on his hands, which are braced on either side of my head. His hips work, his c.o.c.k slides deep inside of me, and then he stills. That telltale indication that he's about to come and there's no going back.

”Fuuuck.” He draws the word out and slams into me one more time, just as I feel the first spurt of s.e.m.e.n inside of me. He grunts and thrusts, coming again and again, filling me completely before he collapses on top of my body with a shuddery sigh.

No condom again. How could we be so stupid? It's as if we come together and I can't even think. I hadn't lied when I said I was about to start my period. Any day now it would make its monthly visit, though I really should consider going on the pill ...

Why? Not like you and Caden are a permanent thing.

Ugh.

I wrap my arms around his back, slide my hands down to his b.u.t.t, and hold him there, savoring the throb of his still hard c.o.c.k deep inside me. I feel full of him, full of his c.o.c.k. He surrounds me, his come in my body, our skin sweaty and sticky, his mouth at my ear, our legs tangled.

”You're gonna kill me, Ro,” he whispers long minutes later when he finally pulls himself from my body, the dribble of s.e.m.e.n that coats my p.u.s.s.y a foreign sensation.

”You're going to kill me too,” I murmur, my eyes closed, aftershocks still coursing through my body. I reach for him but he's not there, and when I crack my eyes open I see he's standing beside the bed, his expression one of horror as he stares at me.

”I didn't use a condom.”

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