Chapter 12 #2
I rise to my hands and knees over her and claim her mouth.
And my fucking god, she's so responsive.
The instant my lips touch hers, she's pushing up to deepen the kiss, making a soft sound in her throat.
She parts her mouth for me, arching her tits against me, and swipes her tongue through my mouth.
God, she learns fast.
My cock aches, it's so fucking hard.
I cup her breast, groaning at the soft weight of it in my hand, the silky soft skin tightening with arousal around her nipples.
She flinches and whimpers when I flick it with my thumb.
I slide my finger over her seam, and she rewards me with another of those soft, delicate little sounds of raw, aching, feminine need.
When I plunge my finger inside her, she gasps against my mouth.
"Riley!" she breathes, arching her back and then thrusting against my finger in a sinuous, erotic writhing movement.
Fuck, I want to be above her, driving into her, making her cry my name as we move in perfect synch—
"Fuck," I snarl.
"Wh-what?" She breathes. "What is it? What's wrong?”
I shake my head. "Nothing."
"Tell me. Please."
"I just fuckin'…" I latch onto her nipple and make her quake and whimper. "I need you."
"I am here."
"Not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
She's not ready to hear the truth. If I told her, she'd freak.
"Riley, the truth." She withes, arches, whimpers as I finger her tight, wet, hot channel, and then palms my cheek. "I know you are thinking something you do not think I am ready to hear. That you will frighten me or shock me."
"Not wrong, sweetheart," I whisper, and move my kisses down her belly, too hungry to taste her sweet honey again to go any slower; I flick my tongue against her clit, and she wails, loudly, arching and already seconds from orgasm.
"I would…I would like to…to know,” she gasps between groans of pleasure.
"Cadence—"
She grabs my face in both hands before I can lick her again. "Riley. I want to know. I think perhaps you would be shocked at what I am thinking."
I grin, swipe my tongue against her clit again. She cries out, fingers knotting in my hair and helplessly yanking me against her pussy. "Greedy girl. Come for me, and then I'll tell you."
"You—you—ohhh, oh my…oh good heavens, that feels—oh!” She arches her tits to the ceiling as I devour her clit, and her pussy gushes arousal, bathing my lips and tongue with her honey. Fuck, this girl is pure sex, and she doesn't have a goddamn clue. "You have a deal!"
I laugh and give her my tongue, stabbing it inside her just to get a better taste of her, and then swirl it against her clit, and I don't stop this time.
Within seconds, she's coming. "OH! RILEY! OHMYGOD!" She slaps her hands into the bed and grips the sheet as she fucks my mouth.
I keep her coming, sliding my finger inside her and hunting for her G-spot—there it is; she screams, unabashed and uncontrolled, and the most arousing, erotic, stunning, breathtaking vision I've ever beheld.
She spasms, contorts, and writhes. Slowly, she subsides from the peak.
Her eyes snap open. "Now, Riley Crowe. The truth of your thoughts."
"When I said I wanted you," I growl, "I meant…
" I slide up her body and lean over her.
"I want to do a lot of very, very, very sinful things to this…
" I kiss the corner of her mouth, “maddeningly…” and then her breast, “perfectly…” I curl my finger inside her and then find her clit, getting her spasming and jerking all over again, “fucking gorgeous body of yours. "
"I cannot believe that anything so beautiful as sharing this with you can be sinful," she whispers.
"Not gonna argue with that. I don't think so, that's for fucking sure." I kiss her lips and make her quake with my finger. "What shocking things are you thinking?"
Arched and orgasming, she doesn't answer right away.
When I let her back down, shaking and panting and sheened with sweat, she grabs my wrist and her eyes meet mine.
"How my disappointment that I did not get to touch you last night was not entirely a…
um…selfless feeling." She guides my hand away from her pussy. "No more, please. For…for now."
"Cadence," I start.
She touches my lips. "I want to touch you because of my own selfish desire to…
" she shuts her eyes. "To know how it feels.
How it…what a man's flesh is like." Her eyes fly open and find mine.
“I wish most strongly to know how it feels to touch you. To know how it feels to be the one giving pleasure, not just receiving.”
I cup her cheek. Kiss her softly. "I can give you that, Cadence. But only if you want it for you. I don't want you worryin' about me."
"But that is…" She frowns, shaking her head.
"That is not correct. I do not believe any relationship should be one-sided.
You worry about me. You are concerned with my comfort and safety.
You have taken the greatest care to see that I am willing, consenting, and in control as I explore my sexuality with you.
" Her eyes are wet, shimmering. "That is a gift, Riley.
A very precious one. My desire to touch you is…
complex, because I want to for the reasons I have previously stated, but also because I wish to give you pleasure, as you have given it to me.
I do not feel obligated. I know you would not put that burden on me. "
"Never."
"Then…" she swallows hard. "Then may I…" She pushes her palm into my chest, encouraging me to lie back.
I do so, gingerly, slowly, and uncertainly. Her fingers trail over my chest, down my abs, and stop at the waistband of my shorts.
"Riley, may I…." she slips her fingertips under the elastic. "May I…explore your body?"
"Yeah, honey," I whisper. "You can do anything you want. I'm here for you."
She grins, shy and eager at the same time. "I have been awake for some time, trying to determine how to communicate this desire I feel."
"Well, you have." I grin at her, but it's wobbly and nervous, and my heart is hammering. "Can't say I'm exactly mad about it, either.”
"That is humor through hyperbolic understatement, yes?"
I laugh, caressing her cheek, tracing hair out of her eyes. "Yeah, babe."
"The reverse then being true means you are…eager to be touched?"
I take her hands and kiss each palm. "Yeah, darlin', I am. Very. But only what you feel comfortable with. No pressure and stop at any time. Ask me anything. This is all you, okay? You're in control."
"I believe the first order of business, then," she bites her lower lip, eyes raking down my body to linger at the obvious bulge in the front of my shorts, “is the removal of your shorts."
"You want me to? Or you want to?" I ask.
"May I? Please?"
I roll into her, cup her jaw in both hands, and kiss her. "Yeah, honey. You may."
I roll to my back, tuck my hands behind my head, fingers laced, and try to look casual, unaffected.
The opposite is true. I'm more nervous now than I was before my first time fooling around with a girl. Weird, but true.
This means something to me, though. Not that that didn't way back when I was fifteen and convinced Heather Marshall to make out with me behind the bleachers after school. That meant something to me, and everything in between has.
It's just this…her?
Means way, way more than…fuck. I don't know how to put it into words, even in my own mind.
I clench my jaw and wait as Cadence slowly sits up.
My god, those tits. Fuck me. Goddamned glorious.
She inhales shakily, deeply, and they tremble.
She shifts her weight to sit facing me, and they sway heavily.
Lush, pale, high and proud and round, with wide pale pink areolae graced with those tiny little bumps that drive me wild for reasons I can't even begin to explain, with small pink nipples.
I can't stop myself from grabbing them, toying with them as she stares down at me. "Have I mentioned that I'm fucking obsessed with your tits, Cadence?"
"Not in so many words, no," she murmurs, gaze hooked and frozen on my bulge. "But the frequency with which you touch them and the way you stare at them even now that you have seen them makes your attraction rather unmistakable."
"You okay with that?"
This gets her eyes flicking to mine for a second.
"More than okay. I…it is flattering. And…
gratifying. I am a modest woman and do not reveal them to anyone, so I…
I was not sure what your opinion of my…" she bites her lip.
"My…tits…would be." She whispers what she clearly considers a bad word.
"Goodness, I feel…naughty, saying that word. "
"Naughty, naughty girl," I murmur, gently smacking the side of her ass.
"You call me naughty," she whispers, "but your tone and actions imply approval."
"All the approval, sweetheart. You can be as naughty as you dare, with me." I tug on her lower lip. "To me, naughty ain't bad, okay? This isn't bad or wrong or sinful. It's two consenting adults sharing their bodies with each other. Callin' it naughty is just a way to make it fun."
"Thank you for explaining," she whispers.
She sucks in a deep breath, holds it, and then hooks her fingers in the elastic of my shorts.
My stomach curls in on itself automatically, and my cock jerks.
I'm not breathing. My pulse is erratic and fast. Exhaling slowly, shakily, Cadence lifts the waistband away from my body and pulls the shorts down; I lift my ass up so she can pull them down past my knees, and I toe them off and toss them aside.
She giggles, hands covering her face, eyes wide and…god, so many things. Eager, shy, amazed, aroused? Fuck, she’s showing more feelings than I have words for. Normally, if a girl took one look at my dick and laughed, I'd be gone faster than you can blink.
But this is Cadence—and it's not that kind of laughter.
"Oh." This is soft, breathy. "My goodness." Her eyes flit to mine. "I…it…it is…much larger than I had expected."