Chapter 43Cade
Cade
Light jabs my eyelids when delicate lips stamp my shoulder. After our rendezvous on the living room floor, we swaddled ourselves in the luxury of plaid blankets and throw pillows, refusing to move from the location.
I moan, peeling one eye open to the golden rays slicing through the skylight. My body rolls to lie on my back, and she’s propping one forearm over my chest to nestle her chin there. Her long, champagne locks frame her face, and my right palm slides through her tousled hair.
Her sluggish eyes meet mine, the sunshine practically trimming a halo around her head. Those green hues sparkle as they drain their fatigue, her thick lashes flipping my stomach on its side.
“I know you’re not a morning person, but to tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful than you do right now,” I admit.
“Oh yeah?” A smirk touches her face as she climbs up my body. “How so?”
My teeth skate over my bottom lip. “You have that glow.” I drag my hand to the blanket at her chest, flipping it down to reveal her ample breast. Her eyes close on a moan when I pinch her nipple.
“The kind I could get used to starting all my days with.” I lean my head down, nipping the bud between my teeth.
“The kind I know my cock painted on you.”
A mild shiver rattles through her. “Agh, I need a shower,” she breathes.
“I wiped you up last night,” I rasp as I knead her ass.
She shakes her head, her palms planting against my pecs. “No, I have lake hair,” she whispers. “I’m gross, we can—”
My hands hook behind her thighs, flipping us so she’s on her back. I spread her legs out, her knees flat against the blanket underneath us.
She fists the wool, a pale pink blossoming above her breasts. Her peach nipples harden, and I lean forward to brush my nose against hers. “You want to know the real kind of glow you have?”
“What?” she hums.
“The kind that makes the sunlight seem real. Not an illusion anymore. It beamed around you just now, and for once, it was tangible. Like I could grab the damn sun from the sky and keep it between us forever.”
Her fingers grace my stubbled jawline, my cock stiffening to steel as they do. “It’s only right I return the favor,” she whispers. “No?”
My mouth slides down her neck to the valley of her tits, her abdomen spasming when I travel to her pussy. Her honey scent hugs me as I gently close my lips around her engorged clit, and I lightly suck on her.
She bucks beneath my hands. “Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, leaning on her forearms.
I flick my eyes up as my tongue barely licks her sweet nub. Her taste clings to me like a sugary dessert, and my palms massage the tender slopes of her thighs.
Her head kicks back when I lap up her slit, only for her legs to squirm. Then I’m lashing my tongue at her clit.
“Yes, yes, keep going,” she sobs.
“Look at me,” I whisper before blowing on her.
Her thighs twinge at the sensation, her belly tensing as she lifts her head. Messy waves cascade over her shoulders, and I shine a roguish smirk.
I gently shake my head from side to side, making sure the tip of my tongue whacks her clit in the process.
“Cade, fuucckk ,” she whines, her brows dipping.
Abandoning my torturous assault on her, I rasp, “You want to hump my tongue?”
“I’m gonna hump it in two seconds if you don’t do anything,” she pants through a heaving chest.
I bite my lip, harshly kneading her inner thighs. My hands lift enough pressure on her legs when I flatten my tongue, and then she’s timidly scooping her hips against my mouth.
Her face is twisted with bliss as I begin to thrash my tongue against her, a silent challenge for her to match my speed. It’s maniacal, but I know my sinister edge will only catapult her to the peak.
She bucks more confidently, lips pursing as she fucks my tongue. My palm plants on her lower belly, and erratic pulses pop underneath her flesh.
“ Fuck , I can’t,” she gasps through an irate breath. Her body slumps, but she’s still leaning on her forearms. “Polish me off . Please .”
I snake my arms under her thighs, burying my face in her weeping cunt. My lips close around her clit, sucking it madly until her hips lift from the floor and she’s stiffening in my arms.
My head swiftly wags from side to side, literally wrenching her climax out of her. A stark line drawn between the man who was tentatively licking her two seconds ago to the one who’s devouring her now.
“ Holy shit. Cade! ” she cries.
Her limbs rattle as the orgasm rips through her, my suction on her only deepening as I eat her through the pinnacle. Honied juices explode around my tongue and short beard, my lips massaging her swollen pussy as my blood boils with need.
She’s approaching the tail end of her orgasm when I rip my mouth away. Her protest is short-lived when I shoot to my knees, and I shove my throbbing dick inside her velvet heat.
I wince just as she spastically clenches my cock. She hangs her mouth in wonder when my thumb wiggles her clit, fully enjoying the orgasm she thought I stole from her.
A hiss spews from me when she lathers me in her cum, my free hand grabbing her cheek. My chin angles toward the ceiling, and I begin to slowly pump into her pulsing warmth. “ Fuck yes , baby. Choke it.”
My attention angles down, greeting the lazy grin on her lips as my thumb strokes her cheekbone. Her frenzied spasms parallel the awe in her face, and I can’t help but shine a tiny smile knowing I’m the reason for all of it.
She’s too fucking good.
She’s it.
Her face falls as her body deflates, and I pause my thrusts when she waits for my next cue.
I wrap my hands around her hips, our bodies and eyes still locked as I lay on my back. Her stunned face glows under the skylight as I softly rock her over my dick, her cunt reflexively painting her juices all over my balls.
“ Ohhh , I’m gonna come,” I breathe through a wince.
She nods as her hands plant on my chest, my lips folding with the building pressure. I kick my head back into the blanket, wildly gyrating her hips over me to reach the finish line.
My abs constrict, back curling until I’m sitting up and planting my head into her chest. I grab a fistful of her hair, clinging onto her as our chests pound against one another through the ripples that seize us.
The sun rays filtering through the skylight blind my lenses, yanking me into a vortex of pleasure and love .
Love.
Love.
Love?
She vibrates in my embrace, my arms now snaking around her as my body shatters in tandem. Out of eight billion people, I don’t just get to hold my person in my arms. I get to hold my destiny.
A purpose.
A reason.
The cluster of stars that I prayed upon assembles with hers. A colossal clash of dust and gas, whirling a galaxy only me and her can navigate.
It’s something more prestigious than love.
As I clutch onto her, my fingers brand the soft flesh of her curves knowing that she is forever mine.
And I am irrevocably hers.
My back hits the wool of the blanket again, her scrambled hair draping around my face as she smirks against my lips. Our fused torsos chafe through a salty layer of sweat, the smell of sex potent through the living room as we descend from the pleasured cloud.
My palms frame her face, making sure her green eyes lock with mine. “I’d munch on your sweet cunt for every meal, and if I’m being completely honest here?”
Her eyes hood with trepidation. “Uh oh.”
“I’d feast on your ass too.”
Her mouth yanks open, her hand slapping my sticky chest. “Cade Owens! Ew, gross.”
I brush her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, a small grin teasing my lips. “I think you’d like it. In fact, I know you’d love it.”
A breath blows from her as she lays her damp temple on my chest. “Okay, maybe a little bit. Like a lick or two.”
My chest rumbles through a laugh, my hands sifting through her locks as I place a kiss to the top of her head. Her floral scent transports into my veins, and her fingers skate into the hair at the back of my neck as we sink into each other.
“You want to know something?” she murmurs, exhaustion lacing her voice.
“What?”
“I’ve really never felt more beautiful than I do right now. As sticky, sweaty, and messy as I am.”
My lungs flood with oxygen, a flurry of warmth springing in my stomach as my fingers curl in her hair. “The only way you’d ever feel differently is when my heart stops beating, Olivia,” I say. “As long as it beats, it’s impossible for you to feel less than. Can you hear it?”
She nods her cheek against my pec, her lips flexing into a smile against my skin. “Yeah, I hear it. Always,” she whispers. “Your heartbeat might just be my favorite song.”