Chapter 11
I woke up to lips on my shoulder. Soft, deliberate kisses trailing from my shoulder blade up to the curve of my neck. My eyes were still closed, my body heavy with sleep, but I was immediately aware of one major thing: Kade’s dick was hard against my ass.
“Morning,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with sleep. I made some kind of noise that was supposed to be words but came out as a sleepy hum instead. He laughed quietly, his breath warm on my neck. “You aight?”
“Barely,” I mumbled.
“Good enough.”
His hand slid from my waist down to my hip, fingers tracing slow patterns on my skin. I was sore everywhere. My thighs, my pussy, muscles I didn't even know I had. Last night had been... a lot. In the best possible way, but still. A lot. I’d never been dicked down the way Kade put it down.
After we’d poured our hearts out, we stumbled to the shower together.
The hot water felt like heaven on my exhausted body.
He washed me, then I washed him. It had been intimate in a completely different way than the sex.
Then, we dried off and fell into bed, and he pulled me against his chest, where I instantly knocked out. And now it was morning.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Early. Sun’s barely up.”
His hand moved from my hip to my stomach, then lower. I felt his fingers brush the top of my thigh, and my breath caught. “Kade…”
“Shh,” he said, kissing my shoulder again. “Just let me touch you.” His fingers slid between my thighs, and I gasped. I was still sensitive as hell from last night, every nerve ending on high alert. “You sore as fuck, huh?” he chuckled low in my ear.
“You know what you did to me.”
“Mmm…” His fingers found my clit, circling it slowly.
“Means you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to now.
” I should’ve had a smart comeback for that, but all I could manage was a soft moan as his fingers worked me over.
“Pussy already getting wet,” Kade groaned, sounding pleased. “Even sore, your pussy still wants me.”
“Shut up,” I breathed.
He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back. “Make me.” His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance.
I was wet–embarrassingly wet, considering I’d just woken up–and when he pushed one finger inside me, I felt myself clench around it.
“I’ll go easy on you. Promise. I just need to be inside this pussy first thing in the morning.” His words sent heat straight through me despite the soreness. I felt his dick press harder against my ass, and I shifted my hips back against him. “That’s my girl,” he said. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” I whispered.
“Good.” He pulled his finger out of me, and I heard him spit into his hand.
Then I felt him stroking that big, beautiful dick.
“Lift your leg.” I lifted my top leg slightly, and he guided himself to my entrance.
The head of his dick pressed against me, and I tensed.
“Relax, baby,” he said, his hand moving back to my clit. “I got you.”
He pushed inside slowly, and I felt every inch stretching me open. I was sore, sensitive, and the fullness was almost too much. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”
“Breathe,” he said, his fingers still working my clit. “Just breathe, baby.”
I took a shaky breath as he pushed deeper.
The soreness was there, but so was the pleasure–building slowly as he filled me completely.
“There we go,” he said when he was fully inside.
He started moving, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in.
Slow, deliberate thrusts that had me gasping. “Damn, Storm. You really got me.”
“Yessss,” I breathed.
His hand stayed on my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The position had him hitting different spots inside me–deeper somehow, more intense. My leg was still lifted, giving him perfect access, and I felt completely open to him.
“So fucking good, baby,” I couldn’t respond. Could barely think. The soreness was fading into pleasure, every slow thrust building something inside me. “Play with your nipples for me.”
I brought my hand up to my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers. It was already hard, sensitive, and the touch sent sparks straight to my pussy.
“That’s it,” he coached. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. You know that?”
“Mmm…”
“I love watching you touch yourself,” he continued, his thrusts getting slightly faster. “Love knowing I make you feel this good.”
His fingers pressed harder on my clit, and I moaned. The orgasm was building slowly, different from last night’s explosive ones. This felt deeper, more intense, as if it were coming from somewhere inside me I didn't know existed.
“You gon’ cum for me, Storm?”
“Oh, Goddd… don’t stop.”
His dick kept moving inside me, slow and steady, while his fingers worked my clit.
I was pinching my nipple harder now, my whole body tense with the building pleasure.
His thrusts got slightly deeper, and I felt him hit that spot that made me see stars.
“Mhm. Cum on my dick, Storm. Let me feel it.” The orgasm rolled through me like a hurricane.
I cried out, my whole body shaking as pleasure pulsed through me.
“Fuck,” Kade groaned. “That's it, baby. Just like that.”
He kept moving through my orgasm, drawing it out, making it last longer than I thought was ever possible. When it finally faded, I was gasping, my body limp against him.
“You want me to pull out?” he asked, his voice strained.
“No,” I answered immediately. “Stay inside me.”
He groaned, his thrusts getting faster. “You sure?”
“Yessss…”
That did it. His hand gripped my hip hard as he thrust deeper, and I felt his dick pulse inside me.
“Storm, baby…” He said my name, rough and desperate as I let him fill me up.
We stayed like that for a minute or two, both of us breathing hard, his dick still pulsing inside me.
Then he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Now, that’s a good morning.
” And I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed, the sound breathless. “Yeah. Morning.” Kade pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. “We should shower.”
“Probably,” he agreed. But he didn’t move. Just kept holding me, his hand resting on my stomach. We stayed in bed a little while longer, neither of us really ready to move. And honestly? I loved it.