He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I cried out. “That’s it,” he coached, his voice rough. “Let me hear you.” I was so close. So fucking close to cumming. His fingers moved faster, his mouth on my clit, and I felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “Cum for me, Storm.”
“Oh, fuuucckk!” My back arched, my thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm ripped through me. I was gasping his name, my hands holding his head, pulling him closer as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
Kade didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept moving his fingers, drawing it out until I was trembling and oversensitive and begging him to stop. When he finally pulled back, his lips and beard were wet. “That’s one,” he smirked, his eyes dark and satisfied.
I was still trying to catch my breath. “One?”
“You should know how this goes, Stormie.” He moved up my body, kissing my stomach, my ribs, and my breasts. When he reached my mouth, I could taste my juices on his tongue, and it made me moan. “Turn over on your stomach,” he said.
I did, my body still buzzing from the orgasm. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees, and then he was behind me, his hands sliding over my ass.
“Baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered. I felt the head of his dick pressing against me, and I pushed back, wanting him inside me. “Impatient,” he said, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Kade…” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and I groaned into the pillow. He was so deep like this. So fucking deep.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’ll never get tired of this.” He started moving–slow at first, then harder, faster. His hands gripped my hips so tight I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I wanted them. Wanted the reminder of this, of him claiming me. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “Say it, Stormie.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“You better know that.” He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, and I cried out. The angle, the pressure, the way he was hitting that spot inside me–it was too much.
“Oooh… fuucckkk!”
“Do it,” Kade commanded. “Cum on my dick, baby.” My whole body tensed as the orgasm tore through me, and I heard him groan behind me, felt him thrust deeper, harder, chasing his own release. “Fuck, Storm…” He came with a growl, his hips jerking against mine, and I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me up.
We stayed like that for a second, both of us breathing hard, his hands still on my hips. Then he pulled out slowly, and I collapsed onto the bed. He lay down next to me, pulling me against his chest, and I could feel his heart pounding.
“You good?" he asked.
I turned my head to look at him, and the way he was watching me–possessive, satisfied, like he couldn't believe I was his–made my chest tighten. He kissed me, slow and deep, and when he pulled back, I grinned. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“That’s a damn good way to go.”
An hour later, Stormie and I were on the couch. The leftover pasta was in containers on the coffee table, smelling good. I’d grabbed us forks, and we were actually trying to watch the movie she’d picked–some corny action bullshit with explosions and car chases.
She was curled up next to me, her legs tucked under her, “This is good,” she said, nodding at the screen.
“It’s predictable. I’m picking the next one.”
She took another bite, her eyes rolling towards the ceiling. While I ate, I watched her, fuck the movie. The way she chewed, the way her throat moved when she swallowed, the way she was completely focused on the explosion happening on screen.
“You’re staring…again,” she said without looking at me.
“Yeah.”
“Watch the movie.”
“I’m good.”
She glanced at me, her eyes soft. “Kade.”
I smirked, licking my lips. “What?”
“Watch the movie.”
I turned my attention back to the screen, but I wasn’t really watching. I was thinking about sliding between her thighs again. We made it through another twenty minutes before she shifted. At first, I thought she was just getting comfortable. Then she set her container down on the table and turned to face me.
“What you doing?” I asked.