Chapter 26
Kade
“Ihave no experience. Not with any of this. But I want this. I want you.”
Those words echo in my head, louder than anything else. She’s standing in front of me, vulnerable and brave, and all I can think is: How the hell did I get this lucky?
“I’ve got you,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend. I cup her face, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “We move at your pace. Whatever you need, I’ll follow your lead.”
She nods—small, but certain. I kiss her, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every second of it, every brush of my mouth over hers. When I pull back, her eyes are glassy, her cheeks flushed.
“Tell me what you want,” I urge, my thumb tracing her bottom lip.
“You,” she whispers, barely meeting my gaze.
“You’ve got me,” I promise, lifting her chin until she’s looking at me. “You’re in control.”
“I need you to kiss me again.” Her eyes filled with desire and need.
I press my lips to her jaw, trailing lower to her neck. Her breath catches, fingers curling into my shirt.
She touches my face, her eyes locking on mine with quiet determination. “I trust you, Kade.”
And just like that, she undoes me.
Her hand slips into mine, tugging me toward the stairs. She glances back with a nervous smile, something fierce and fragile in the way she moves. She opens the door to her bedroom and steps inside, pulling me gently with her, and then turns to me.
“I know you said I’m in control, but I don’t know what happens next,” she admits, voice wavering before her eyes harden with resolve. “I want this. I don’t need you worrying about pushing me too far. Tell me what to do… please.”
I study her—nervous, yes, but there’s trust in her gaze.
“Then let’s start simple,” I smirk. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you.”
Her breath hitches, but she nods, reaching for the hem of her top. She moves slowly, almost shy, lifting the fabric over her head and dropping it to the floor. The sheer lace of her bra makes my pulse hammer. She pushes her skirt down next, letting it slide over her hips before stepping out of it.
“Liv…” My voice is low, strained.
Her cheeks flush under my stare, but she doesn’t try to cover herself. She just stands there, letting me look at her, letting me take her in.
I strip next, pulling my shirt over my head slowly. My fingers work the buckle of my belt, drawing her attention, and when I unzip my pants and push them down, I see her gaze drop, her breath catching as I stand before her in only my boxers—unable to hide how hard I am for her.
I take my time crossing the room, letting the weight of her stare follow me. Then I climb onto the bed, settling back against the pillows before tapping the empty space beside me. I keep my voice low. “Come here.”
She climbs in, warm against me, eyes searching mine like she’s asking for courage.
“Talk to me,” I plead, brushing her knuckles with my thumb.
Her eyes find mine, full of trust as she whispers, barely above a breath. “Will you… show me what to do?”
I cup her cheek, steadying her with my gaze. “Yeah, baby,” I muse, my voice low, rougher than I intend. “If it ever feels like too much, you just tell me, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay,” she breathes.
“Lay back for me,” I whisper, my voice low and steady.
She settles against the pillows, breath quickening as I trail kisses down her collarbone, tasting her skin. Her soft gasp makes me smile against her.
My fingers trace lazy circles over her breast, teasing through the sheer lace of her bra, feeling her tighten beneath my touch. I look up at her, catching her gaze as my thumb grazes the hard peak of her nipple.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, my voice rough with restraint.
“Please,” she whispers.
I unhook the clasp slowly, sliding the straps from her shoulders. She exhales softly, her chest rising and falling, and when I slide the bra away, I pause for a moment, just looking at her.
“God, Liv… you’re perfect.”
She blushes, glancing away for a moment, but I catch her chin gently with my fingers, guiding her gaze back to mine. “Don’t look away, baby. Let me see you.”
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away this time.
I lower my head, pressing a slow kiss to the soft curve of her breast, then another just above her nipple. Her fingers tighten against my shoulders as a soft sound escapes her, and I can feel the tremble in her body beneath me.
When I finally draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, her back arches off the bed, a quiet gasp slipping past her lips. I smile against her skin, my tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before releasing it and giving the other side the same slow, deliberate attention.
My free hand slides lower, gliding over her stomach, down to her hips, until my fingers brush against the delicate lace between her thighs. She jerks slightly at my touch, her breath catching, and I feel the heat radiating through the fabric.
“Kade…” she moans, hips shifting toward me.
“Already wet for me, baby?” I smirk, lifting my head just enough to meet her eyes.
I press my fingers more firmly against her, finding her clit through the damp lace, and trace slow, teasing circles. She gasps again, her hips shifting instinctively toward my hand.
“Oh, God…” Liv moans, her voice breathless and soft, and the sound alone makes more precum leak from the tip of my already painfully hard dick. But this isn’t about me. This is about her, about making her feel good.
“Can I take these off?” I ask, my voice low and rough, as I pull my hand back just enough to snap the waistband of her soaked panties lightly against her skin. “I can make you feel so much better without them on,”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I smirk, loving how desperate she sounds as I slide her panties down slowly, my fingertips grazing her skin as I go. When they’re gone, I take a second just to look at her, flushed and beautiful.
She shifts under my gaze, her cheeks flushing, and I catch the quick flicker of hesitation in her eyes before she tries to hide it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask gently, pausing immediately.
“What if I can’t… finish?” she whispers, almost embarrassed.
I stroke my thumb across her cheek, slow and reassuring. “Don’t overthink it. There’s no rush, no pressure. Just tell me what feels good and relax.”
She exhales, her trust settling in her eyes. “Okay.”
My hand slides back down her body, slow and deliberate, until I reach the heat between her thighs. I feel her shiver against my touch the moment my fingers connect with her clit, slick and bare without the barrier of lace, and I nearly lose it.
“So fucking wet for me,” I growl against her neck, kissing her there, letting my lips linger against her pulse.
“That feels… so good,” she pants, her breath catching as her hips lift slightly, silently begging for more pressure. “Kade…”
My name falls from her lips like a question, shaky and desperate. I slow my pace deliberately, dragging my finger down to her entrance, teasing her there before sliding back up to circle her clit again.
“Yes, baby?” I moan, kissing just below her ear, my voice low and teasing.
“I need more,” she stutters, her voice trembling as her hands clutch at my shoulders.
“More, huh?” I smirk against her skin, letting my finger swirl lazily around her clit, making her whimper in frustration. “Tell me exactly what you need, Liv. I want to hear you say it.”
She hides her face against my chest for a moment, clearly embarrassed, but I tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Come on, baby. I’ll give you anything, just tell me what it is.”
Her lips part, her cheeks flushed as she whispers, almost too quietly, “I need your fingers inside me.”
“Good girl,” I praise, kissing her deeply before pulling back just enough to look at her.
I settle on my knees between her legs, giving myself better access to every inch of her. My hand slides back down, teasing her entrance with a slow, deliberate stroke before I ease one finger inside her. I keep my movements steady and gentle, letting her body adjust, coaxing her into the rhythm.
Then I add the slightest motion—curling, coaxing, searching for the spot that’ll unravel her. Her back arches when I find it.
“There?” I ask, voice low.
She nods, “God—yes.” Her breath catches, and her legs part further for me, drifting slightly to drape over my thighs. “Please—don’t stop.”
I won’t. God, I won’t.
Her walls clench around me almost immediately, her soft moan filling the quiet room. I keep the pace slow, deliberate, watching every little reaction she gives me.
“Fuck, Liv… you feel incredible,” I groan, letting my free hand slide up to cup her breast. My thumb brushes over her nipple, teasing in lazy circles.
“That’s it,” I whisper, my voice low, coaxing. “Just feel it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
I push a second finger inside her slowly, carefully, watching her face as her breath hitches. “Too much?”
She shakes her head quickly, her voice breaking as she lets out a moan, rocking her hips helplessly against my hand now.
I pull back just enough to look at her, her flushed cheeks, her lips parted in soft gasps. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes, almost desperate. “I—I can feel it…”
“Good,” I praise, pressing a soft kiss to the swell of her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth. My fingers curl deeper, my thumb rolling tight, fast circles over her clit.
“Kade—I can’t—oh God, I can’t…” she cries, her thighs tightening around my hand.
“Yes, you can,” I coax, my voice rough now. “Let go for me, Liv. Come on my fingers. I want to feel you fall apart.”
“Fuck—” Her voice fractures into a breathless cry as her back arches off the bed, her fists twisting in the sheets.
Her hips buck against my hand, frantic and uncontrollable, her walls tightening around my fingers with every pulse. Her moans spill out freely now, no longer soft or shy—just raw, desperate pleasure.
I keep the rhythm steady, riding her through it, encouraging softly, “That’s it, Liv… fuck, you’re perfect… so beautiful when you come for me.”
I slow my movements, guiding her gently through the aftershocks. Her chest rises and falls in sharp, uneven breaths, legs trembling as she rides out the wave.
I settle beside her, tucking her against me, her breathing still uneven, and her lashes are damp.
She whispers, stunned, “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
I kiss her temple, pull her closer, my voice barely more than a breath against her skin. “You deserve to feel like that. Every single time.”