45. Chapter 45 - Rosalyn
I can’t catch my breath as my pulse pounds in my ears. Every limb feels heavy and light at the same time. Like I’m a million miles underwater but floating.
It takes the last sliver of concentration to keep my fingers touching the headboard.
I promised him my trust. I want this.
Him. I want him.
Collapsing onto the mattress, my racing heart barely begins to steady when his mouth starts again.
Fuck, it almost hurts I’m so sensitive.
My nails scratch the grain with the aftershocks quaking my body.
What he does to me is unheard of. I never dreamed it would be this way. So…holy shit.
He thrusts his fingers deeper and I’m so full it feels strange but not in a bad way. It’s foreign and odd how it can feel good.
What will happen when it isn’t his hand? I finally saw him and the thought of that fitting inside of me is intimidating.
But as he licks and strokes me, the building pressure blinds any fear. The world fades into just the feel of his mouth, the grasp of his hand on my hip, the tickle of his whiskers between my thighs. All the other noise disappears into the throbbing need of him.
“Please,” I whimper, my head thrashing between my arms. “I want—”
He suckles my clit, sending rays of lightning that spasms me off the sheets.
Then he stops, his wicked smirk hovering above my soaked pussy. “Am I done?”
It’s only then I realize my arms have fallen to fist the blanket in the throes of the torrent of his lips.
“Shit.” Weakly, I struggle to lift them back into place. Everything is on fire and I just want the relief of release.
It can only be quenched by the fury of his—
“Turn over.” He pulls himself up to his knees, his cock rigid in the air jutting from his hips, then he leans to the drawer and grabs one of the condoms he stashed there. “No babies for you, yet.” He grins, rolling the sheath over his purple head.
Yet.
“Hands on top. Raise that ass in the air.” He pats my hip, then runs his palms down the back of my thighs when I obey.
When he nests his legs between mine, panic begins to flare in a rapid flush.
But as he reaches around me, molding me to his chest, his heat calms me as his lips move against my neck.
“This puts you in control, baby,” he murmurs. “You get to set the pace, okay? I’ll take over when you’re ready.”
How does he do that? He points me in a direction but it’s still my choice?
I love it. It drops everything down to a yes or no.
That I can handle.
He runs the thick head of his cock against me and sits on his heels so his knees spread mine. Then his rough callused palms run up and down my sides, over my trembling legs, and up between them to flick my taut clit.
The twitch rocks my pelvis, sinking the tip into the hollow of my soaked pussy, stretching me more than his fingers did.
“That’s it, Ros.” He squeezes my hip, guiding me with his strong grip. “Up and down.” He lets out a long rumble that vibrates against my back. “You’re doing so good,” he groans.
Every time I raise I feel empty.
Each drop sinks him deeper until a cold sweat breaks across my forehead from the intensity of the full.
His stiff ridges grind across my inner walls, lacing me with a sensation I’ve never experienced. A pressure unlike anything before, a coiling spring that makes me beg for more.
“Does that hurt?” he pants, his tiny shivers pepper my skin with every sharp inhale as his mouth presses my throat.
“No.” I’m lost in my own head, swimming in the ether of his body joining mine.
Up and down. Faster. Some insane hunger pushes me to move. The small, short movements become long full strokes as his belly slaps against my ass.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my side. Then he tilts my pelvis, taking over to drive into me with such force I have to brace myself against the wooden panel.
But I want it.
“More,” I beg him as he thrusts.
I’m on the edge of a cliff with stars bursting behind my eyes. My moans drown the sounds, becoming a chant of his name.
Fire erupts through my limbs and spews from my throat in a scream to the heavens as Cade tenses against me, his own roar joining my cry as we fly into the oblivion of a shuddering release.
As he pants, he grips the headboard next to my hand, and drops his forehead to my shoulder, his hot heaving breath pouring down my flanks between us. “Ros,” he grunts. “Are you okay?” He clings to me, holding me up.
Then as another spasm rifles through me he twitches with another groan.
When he pulls out of me, I suddenly feel vacant. Like something is missing I desperately need.
“Lie down, baby.” He kisses my temple and staggers from the bed. “Shit,” he chuckles. “My damn legs don’t wanna work.”
I roll to the side, grateful to give in to gravity and fall to the soft bedding, my heart still beating like crazy.
He returns with a washcloth in his hand and sprawls next to me. “I got it warm. Open up for me.”
Obediently, I spread my knees for him to push the damp compress against my tender pussy.
“Mmm,” I moan. “That feels really good.”
“I hope it always is.” His sideways smile ticks up his cheek. Then his brows knit. “Sore?”
My head shakes sleepily. “No, it didn’t hurt. I just felt full?” I don’t know why it’s embarrassing to talk about it with the man I just did the act with. “I kept waiting for the pain but it never happened.”
“I’m glad,” he sighs. He smoothes my hair from my face and stares down at me with one of his faraway gazes. “I love you, Ros. The last thing I wanted to do was have it be unpleasant.”
I reach up and trace his cheek, then follow the line of marks down his chest and over his belly to where a long white scar runs down his leg, punctuated by smaller ones still showing the stitches where he was put back together.
He’s endured so much misery himself and all he’s worried about is me.
Then my focus lands on the silver band around my wrist catching the last of the sun seeping through the curtains.
My chest aches with everything he’s done for me…
getting me safe, helping me heal. I haven’t said the words yet but he deserves them more than anyone I was forced to repeat them to growing up.
“I love you too, Cade,” I whisper.
Before I can take a breath, his palm frames my cheek and he rushes in for a bruising kiss. I can taste myself on his lips but I don’t care. I can lose myself in him.
All the doubt and anxiety quiets when I loop my arm around his neck and open for his exploration.
I like this new level, this intimacy makes me feel even closer. He wants me. The hesitation that had me waiting the last few weeks, even though I knew I was ready, seems silly.
Maybe I needed it though? To get to a spot where I was comfortable enough to fully put my trust in him.
That’s when I feel him hardening against my thigh and it makes me giggle. “I thought you needed hours in between? Isn’t that why you’re showering twice a day?”
“Oh no, baby.” He rolls closer, following my neck with his gentle nips. “That was only when I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
I reach between us, gingerly touching his stiffening cock.
“Don’t be shy,” he grunts, covering my fingers to squeeze him. “I like it when you touch me.” Gravel fills his voice as he lets go to cup my breast, rubbing his thumb over my tingling nipple.
My breath catches as I pull a bead of pre-cum from his tip. “I do too.”