I pulled her back down against my chest, and she settled in like she’d been doing that way for years. Hell yeah, Stormie was mine. Because after six years of ignoring what I felt, I finally had her. And I damn sure wasn’t letting go.
Iwoke 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 nighthad 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.