Chapter 5 #2
I back her against the kitchen wall, my hands finding her hips, her waist, the curve of her ribs through her shirt. She gasps into my mouth and arches against me.
"I need you," she breathes against my lips. "Now."
I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her down the hall without breaking the kiss. We fall onto the bed together, her beneath me, her hands already yanking at my shirt.
I let her pull it off. Let her run her hands over my chest and stomach, tracing scars she doesn't ask about. When she finds the raised line across my ribs from the shrapnel that ended my military career, she leans up and presses her lips to it.
Something cracks open in my chest.
"Natalie." I pull back enough to see her face. "I need you to know something."
"What?"
"I'm going to take my time with you." I brush my thumb across her lower lip. "I'm going to learn every inch of your body. What makes you moan. What makes you scream. And by the time I'm done, you're going to know exactly how a man should worship a woman."
Her breath catches. "Cade..."
"That okay with you?"
"Yes." The word comes out shaky. "God, yes."
I strip her slowly. Carefully. Her shirt first, revealing one of the simple cotton bras Vivian gave her that somehow looks sexier than any lace I've ever seen. I unhook it with one hand and pull it away, and her breasts spill free, full and heavy with nipples already peaked.
"Beautiful," I murmur, cupping one in my palm. She fits perfectly. "So fucking beautiful."
I lower my mouth to her nipple and suck, gentle at first, then harder when she moans and arches into me. Her hands grip my hair, holding me close. I give her other breast the same attention, licking and sucking until she's writhing beneath me.
"Cade, please."
"Please what, sweetheart?" I kiss my way down her stomach, hooking my fingers in her jeans. "Tell me what you want."
"I want..." She lifts her hips so I can pull off her jeans and panties in one smooth motion. "I want your mouth on me."
"Where?" I settle between her thighs, breathing in the scent of her arousal. She's already wet, glistening for me. "Here?" I press a kiss to her inner thigh.
She whimpers.
"Or here?" I kiss the other thigh.
"Cade." It's half plea, half warning.
I give her what she wants.
The first stroke of my tongue through her folds makes her cry out.
She tastes incredible, sweet and musky, and I groan against her pussy as I lick her again.
Long, slow strokes from her entrance to her clit, learning her flavor, her responses, the way her thighs tremble when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Oh God." Her hips buck up. "Oh God, that's..."
I seal my lips around her clit and suck gently while I slide one finger inside her. She's so tight, so wet, her walls clenching around me immediately. I curl my finger, searching, and when I find that rough patch of tissue and press, she nearly comes off the bed.
"Right there, sweetheart?" I work that spot while my tongue circles her clit. "That's the one?"
"Yes, yes, don't stop, please don't stop..."
I add a second finger, stretching her, fucking her with slow steady strokes while I devour her clit. She's making sounds I want to record and play on repeat, desperate little moans and gasps that tell me exactly how close she is.
But I'm not ready for her to come yet.
I slow down, easing off, and she makes a frustrated noise that's almost a growl.
"Cade..."
"Patience." I kiss her inner thigh, letting her cool down just enough. "I want to try something. You trust me?"
"Yes." No hesitation.
I reach for the nightstand where I keep a small bottle of lube. She watches with wide eyes as I slick my pinky finger.
"Have you ever had anyone touch you here?" I press gently against the tight ring of her ass, not entering, just letting her feel the pressure.
Her breath stutters. "No. Kevin never... he didn't care about my pleasure. Ever."
"His loss." I return my mouth to her pussy, licking her clit while I ease just the tip of my pinky inside her ass. She gasps, tensing, and I pause. "Okay?"
"It's... different." She shifts her hips. "Keep going."
I slide my pinky deeper while I push two fingers back into her pussy, filling both holes, and she moans so loud I'm glad my nearest neighbor is two miles away. I fuck her slowly with both hands, my tongue working her clit, and within minutes she's shaking apart.
"Oh fuck, Cade, I'm going to... I'm..."
"Come for me." I suck her clit hard while my fingers thrust deep. "Let me taste it, sweetheart."
She screams. Actually screams, her whole body arching off the bed, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard I can barely move them. I work her through it, gentling my touch as her orgasm crests and ebbs, until she's boneless and gasping.
"Holy shit." Her voice is wrecked. "I didn't know... I've never..."
"Never what?" I crawl up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck.
"Never come like that." She looks at me with something like wonder. "Not once. I thought there was something wrong with me."
I brush the hair from her face. "There's nothing wrong with you, Natalie. You just needed a man who knows what he's doing."
She reaches for my belt. "I want to feel you inside me."
I help her get my jeans off, and her eyes widen when my cock springs free. I'm bigger than average, thick and already leaking at the tip, and I watch her throat work as she looks at me.
"We'll go slow," I promise.
"I don't want slow." She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes, and I have to close my eyes against the pleasure. "I want you to fuck me, Cade. I want to feel you for days."
Christ.
I reach for the nightstand again, grabbing a condom. She takes it from my hand before I can open it.
"Let me."
I watch her tear the foil with her teeth, watch her roll the latex down my length with careful hands. When she's done, she lies back and spreads her legs in invitation.
"Please," she whispers. "I need you."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. Our eyes lock. This moment feels important somehow, like we're both standing on the edge of something we can't come back from.
Then I push inside her.
She's so tight. Even after the orgasm, even soaking wet, her pussy grips me like a fist. I have to go slow, giving her body time to adjust to my size, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
All I see is pleasure.
"More," she breathes. "Give me all of it."
I bottom out with a groan, my balls pressed against her ass, buried so deep I can feel her heartbeat around my cock. We stay like that for a moment, both of us adjusting, both of us trembling.
"You feel incredible." I pull back slowly, then thrust deep again. "So hot and tight around my cock. Like we’re a perfect fit."
"Cade." She wraps her legs around my hips, urging me on. "Fuck me. I want it hard."
I stop holding back.
My hips snap forward, driving into her with long powerful strokes that make the headboard bang against the wall. She takes every inch, her nails raking down my back, her moans filling the room. I hitch one of her legs higher, changing the angle, and she cries out as I hit deeper.
"Yes, yes, right there, don't stop..."
I fuck her harder. Faster. Sweat drips down my back and my thighs burn but I don't slow down because she's getting tighter, her pussy fluttering around me, her whole body tensing.
"Come on my cock, sweetheart." I reach between us and rub her clit in fast circles. "Let me feel you come while I'm inside you."
She shatters with my name on her lips. Her pussy clamps down so hard I see stars, and I thrust deep one final time and come with a roar, filling the condom with pulse after pulse while her walls milk me dry.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and pounding hearts. I roll to the side so I don't crush her, pulling her with me, keeping us connected.
“Wow.” She laughs breathlessly. "I don't have words."
"Good. Means I did my job." I kiss her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "Give me twenty minutes and we can go again."
Her eyes widen. "Again?"
"Sweetheart, I've got years of bad sex to make up for." I grin at her. "We're just getting started."
Her answering smile is everything.
We stay in bed for the rest of the afternoon. I make her come two more times before we finally drag ourselves to the shower, where I make her come again against the tile wall. By the time we stumble to the kitchen for dinner, she's walking funny and looking at me like I hung the moon.
Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.
I'm grilling steaks while she makes a salad when she says, quietly, "I didn't know it could be like this."
I look over at her. She's wearing my flannel again, legs bare, hair still damp from the shower. She looks thoroughly fucked and completely content.
"Like what?"
"All of it." She gestures vaguely. "The sex, yes, but also... this. Cooking dinner together. Being comfortable. Not walking on eggshells waiting for the next explosion." Her eyes meet mine. "I forgot what it felt like to just... be happy."
I set down the tongs and cross to her. Take her face in my hands and kiss her softly.
"Get used to it," I tell her. "Because I'm going to spend a very long time making sure you stay that way."
She leans into me, her arms wrapping around my waist.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Whatever comes next, whatever her ex tries to do, I'll handle it.
Because she's mine now.
And I protect what's mine.