5. Embeth #2
"Just what?" he asks, pulling back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire.
"Just now," I whisper. "Just us."
Something flares in his gaze. Relief, perhaps, that I'm not asking for promises. That I understand this is just physical release, not commitment.
"I haven’t felt human in a very long time," he whispers, standing up with me in his arms. “Help me,” he pleads.
I nod and he carries me toward his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist, and all thoughts of business proposals and coffee shops and futures fade away.
The door clicks shut behind us, the outside world fading into a distant hum.
He sets me down gently on his bed, but the kiss doesn't stop.
It deepens, intensifies, both of us searching for something in the other's touch.
He lowers me back onto the bed, his hands sliding beneath my shirt, tracing the contours of my skin. I shiver at the contact.
He dips his head, his lips brushing over my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "You're beautiful," he breathes, his voice husky. I reach up and caress his cheek, tracing the lines of his beard with my fingertips.
His eyes meet mine, a quiet intensity burning in their depths. He turns his head slightly, kissing the palm of my hand, then the inside of my wrist, his beard softly tickling my skin. Each press of his lips is deliberate, a silent promise of pleasure.
I watch, entranced, as he moves lower, his hands gliding up my sides, taking my skirt with them.
He reveals my body inch by inch, his gaze and touch reverent.
The cool air hits my bare skin, but his warmth is immediately there, chasing away any chill.
He pauses, his eyes roaming over me, taking in the curves of my body clad in a lace bra and matching panties.
I arch slightly, offering myself to him, and his breath hitches.
"Embeth," he whispers, my name a rough caress on his lips.
He leans down, his mouth finding the swell of my breast, his tongue tracing the edge of the lace.
I gasp, my back arching further, pressing against his mouth.
He takes his time, exploring every inch of exposed skin, his hands cupping and supporting me.
I reach for him, my fingers finding the hem of his shirt.
I tug at it, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
He pauses briefly to help me, pulling the shirt off in one swift movement.
My breath catches at the sight of him. Muscles honed from years of service and hard work, scars that tell stories he hasn't shared.
I run my hands over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under my palm.
He lowers himself onto me again, skin to skin this time.
The contact sends a wave of heat through me.
His mouth finds mine once more, hungry and demanding.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling the hard length of him press against me.
He groans into my mouth, his hips moving in rhythm with our kiss.
His hands tangle in my hair, now loose on the pillow, gripping tightly as he trails kisses down my neck.
He reaches behind me to unclasp and remove my bra before lavishing attention on each peak alternately until they are tight buds under his tongue.
I moan sinking into the sensation each flick brings me.
His calloused hands, rough from years of labor and service, glide over my smooth skin, the contrast in textures igniting sparks of sensation.
He pauses at my hips, hooking his fingers into my panties as he pulls them off me.
I can feel his hot breath on me as he moves, his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath.
It only takes him a few seconds before he has his pants and boxers off. He’s even more gorgeous than I ever could have imagined. Thick cock, corded muscles rippling over his body... I’m desperate for him like I’ve never been desperate for anyone else.
"Cadence," I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine, and the raw need in them steals my breath away. He crawls back up my body, his lips finding mine again, his kiss even more urgent than before.
I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.
His hand slides between us, his fingers tracing the length of my inner thigh before sliding up and gently spreading me open before slipping inside me.
I gasp into his mouth, my nails digging into his back as he begins to move his fingers, slowly at first, then matching the rhythm of our kiss.
He swallows my moans, his body tensing against mine as he feels me tighten around him. He breaks away from our kiss, his breath ragged as he rests his forehead against mine. He whispers my name, a plea on his lips.
I reach down between us and wrap my fingers around his cock.
My thumb circling the sensitive tip of him the way I had imagined doing since I saw him that first day.
He groans, burying his face in my neck as I guide him to me.
He pauses at my entrance and looks back into my eyes for confirmation that this is what I want, that he’s what I want.
I nod and lift myself to meet him. We both moan as he begins to fill me inch by glorious inch.
His eyes hold mine captive and we stay like this, staring into one another's soul as our bodies connect completely.
For a moment we stay still reveling in the feeling before he begins to move.
His pace is slow at first, a deliberate rhythm that allows me to feel every bit of him, every ridge and vein, as he retreats and then fills me again.
His eyes never leave mine, the intensity of his gaze heightening every sensation.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he complies, his hips moving with more force.
The slick noise of our bodies meeting and parting fills the room. His beard scratches against my skin as he kisses me again, his tongue mimicking the actions of his hips. I can feel the tension building in my body, the tightening of my muscles as I climb towards release.
Cade's body is slick with sweat, his muscles bunching and releasing under my hands as I grip his shoulders, his back, any part of him I can reach. He trails kisses from my mouth to my ear, his breath hot as he whispers, "You feel so good. So fucking good."
His words send a shiver down my spine, my body clenching around him. He groans, his pace quickening, his hips moving with more urgency. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I slide my hands down to his hips, my fingers digging into his flesh as I meet his thrusts with my own. The room blurs around me as I focus solely on Cade, on the sensation of him inside me, on the sound of his voice in my ear.
"Cade," I gasp out, my body tensing as I reach the peak.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. There's a fierce determination in them, a promise. "Come for me,” he says, his voice rough.
His words push me over the edge. My body convulses around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name. He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans, his body continuing to move against mine, riding out the storm with me.
His pace quickens, his hips moving with a primal rhythm as he chases his own release. I can feel him growing even harder inside me, his body tensing as he nears the edge. I break away from his kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I whisper in his ear, “Come for me.”
His eyes meet mine, and there's a vulnerability in them that takes my breath away. He thrusts deep into me one last time, his body shuddering as he finds his release. He buries his face in my neck, my name a ragged whisper on his lips as he holds me tight against him.
We stay like this for a long moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding against each other.
His beard tickles my skin as he presses soft kisses to my neck, my shoulder, any part of me he can without moving from our spot.
I run my fingers through his hair, a soft smile playing on my lips as I hold him close.
As our bodies slowly cool, Cade rolls onto his side, pulling me with him so that we're facing each other. He tucks a strand of purple hair behind my ear, his eyes soft as he studies my face. "You're amazing," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smile at him in gratitude before leaning forward and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. "You're not so bad yourself," I reply softly and then giggle.
He grins, and something between us feels lighter. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip, his touch gentle and soothing compared to the heated urgency of just moments before. We lay here together simply basking in the aftermath of it all and enjoying the comfortable silence between us.
Tomorrow, we can go back to being who we're supposed to be. That’s what we agreed to after all.
But right now, we're just two people, finding something in each other that we didn't know we were missing.