8. Cade #2
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, leaning down to kiss the swell of her breast. She gasps, arching into me. I take my time, exploring her body with my hands and mouth.
I slide her shirt up over her shoulders revealing purple lace bra underneath.
Her breasts heave with each breath she takes as she looks at me with eyes glazed over with desire.
"You are wearing far too many clothes," she says between breaths as she grabs at my shirt tugging it out from my pants and slides both hands up my torso sliding them all the way up to my shoulders taking my shirt with them.
She pushes it off me and lets it fall to the floor where it lands without a sound.
"That's better," she says smiling at me again, but this time with a lustful look in her eyes that sends heat rushing through me.
I reach around her back and unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts.
They're perfect, full and heavy in my hands.
I lean down to take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until it hardens.
Embeth moans, her head falling back, exposing more of her delicate skin to me which I hungrily devour with kisses.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down along with her underwear all at once leaving nothing hidden from me.
She steps out of them kicking them aside as I lead us towards the bedroom, never breaking our kiss once.
We tumble onto the bed, our bodies pressed tightly against each other.
Her hands fumble with my belt, eager to remove the last barrier between us.
I help her, quickly shedding my pants and boxers, feeling her warm body press against mine as we roll together on the cool sheets.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me close, but I resist the urge to rush.
I want to savor this. Want to savor her.
I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her breasts again.
I take my time, lavishing attention on each one, listening to her breath hitch and her moans grow louder.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, spurring me on.
I move lower, kissing her stomach, the curve of her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs.
She's trembling now, her body taut with anticipation.
I can see the heat in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks.
I position myself between her legs, running my hands up her thighs, pushing them apart.
I lean in, inhaling her scent, feeling her heat.
She squirms beneath me, urging me on with whispered pleas.
I start slow, a soft kiss against her most sensitive spot.
She jolts like she's been shocked, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
I do it again, this time letting my tongue linger, tracing small circles that make her writhe.
Her hands find their way to my hair, gripping tightly as I increase the pressure, the speed.
Her taste is intoxicating, sweet and musky, a primal rhythm pulsing through my veins.
I flatten my tongue, licking her from bottom to top, feeling her shudder with each deliberate stroke.
I focus on her clit as she moans loudly, sucking gently as I slide two fingers inside her.
She's slick and hot. Her body clenches around me as I begin to move my fingers in sync with my tongue.
Embeth's hips buck against my mouth, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
I can feel her tension building, her body coiling tighter with each flick of my tongue.
I want to push her over the edge, to feel her come undone beneath me.
I curl my fingers inside her, hitting a spot that makes her cry out, her nails digging into me.
"Cade," she gasps, her voice hoarse with need.
I double my efforts, my fingers and tongue working together to drive her higher. Her body tenses, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes hard, a scream tearing from her throat. I can feel her pulsing around my fingers, her body shaking with the force of her release.
I slow my movements, bringing her down gently as she catches her breath, which comes in short gasps now. When she finally relaxes against me again it's like every ounce of tension has left leaving only satisfaction behind.
Her body goes limp, her muscles turning to liquid as she melts into the mattress. I press gentle kisses against her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach, allowing her to come down from her high. Her hands are still tangled in my hair, but her grip is soft now, her fingers barely moving.
I crawl up her body, my skin sliding against hers, until we're face to face.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed, a soft smile spreads across her lips.
I brush a strand of purple hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with such warmth, such trust, that it makes my heart ache.
"That was..." she starts, but she doesn't finish. She doesn't need to. I know.
I lean down to kiss her, softly this time, slowly.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close.
I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, steady and strong.
I roll onto my back, bringing her with me so she's on top.
Her curves press against me, and I can feel my body responding, ready for more.
Embeth sits up, straddling me. She looks down at me, her hands resting on my chest. I can see the thoughts flitting across her face, the wheels turning in her mind.
She reaches down, guiding my cock into her sweet pussy, and I take the opportunity to admire the curve of her body.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, so fucking sexy as she sinks down onto my cock.
I can’t stop myself from gently rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Her head falls back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she takes me in completely. I grip her hips, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh as she begins to move. She rolls her body, a wave flowing through her as she rises and falls, her eyes closed, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
I match her rhythm, my hips lifting off the bed to meet her, to drive deeper into her.
Her breasts bounce gently with each movement, and I reach up, cupping them in my hands, my thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples.
She gasps, her eyes fluttering open to look down at me, her hair cascading over her shoulders.
She leans down, her hands pressing into the pillow on either side of my head.
Her breath is ragged, her voice a husky whisper.
"You feel so good," she whispers, her lips brushing against mine as she speaks.
I wrap my arms around her, my hands gripping her ass, holding her tightly against me as I thrust upwards, filling her completely.
Her moans turn to gasps, her body tensing as I hit that spot deep inside her again and again. I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring ready to release. I want to watch her come undone again, to see the pleasure wash over her.
I roll us over suddenly, switching our positions so she's beneath me.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.
I brace myself on my forearms, looking down at her as I move, slow and deliberate, drawing out each stroke.
Her breath hitches with each thrust, her fingers digging into my back, urging me on.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes locked onto mine. There's a connection here, something more than just physical pleasure. It's a bond, a union that goes beyond the meeting of our bodies. I could spend the rest of my life here with her, just like this.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. She moans into my mouth, her body tightening around me like a vice. I can feel her orgasm building, her body trembling beneath mine. I want to push her over the edge, to feel her shatter around me.
I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I reach down, hooking one of her legs over my arm, opening her up to me even more. My hips move faster now, my body driving into hers.
Embeth's head thrashes from side to side, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Cade," she cries out, my name a plea on her lips. "Please... I need... I need..."
"I know what you need," I growl, my voice low and rough.
I can feel my own release building, my body tensing with each stroke.
But I hold back, determined to bring her to the brink first. I shift slightly, changing the angle, and I know I've hit the spot when her eyes widen and her mouth drops open.
Her body convulses around me, her nails raking down my back, and she comes undone, screaming my name.
Her release triggers my own, and I thrust deep into her one last time, holding myself there as I spill into her. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking. I collapse on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding against hers.
Embeth wraps her arms around me, holding me close as we both come down. I can feel her lips press softly against my shoulder, and I turn my head to kiss her temple.
We lie here for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Then I roll off her, pulling her into my side. She rests her head on my chest as her body relaxes into mine.
After a long while, I roll out from under her and reach for my guitar. She props herself up on an elbow, watching me with curious eyes.
"I wrote something," I tell her, suddenly shy. "For you."
As the first notes fill the room, I watch her face, and for the first time since coming home, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, playing for exactly who I'm meant to play for.
The music flows between us, a bridge connecting two people who were lost in different ways, now finding their way together. Note by note, word by word, I tell her everything my heart couldn't say before.
And she hears me. All of me.