“I saw birth control in your makeup bag last night when I got you Advil,” he told me, flat out. “Is it yours?”
I managed a nod.
“You take it regularly?”
I nodded again.
“Good.” He paused a beat and his forehead came down to rest on mine. His breaths were labored as he tried to keep his control in check. “You want me to use more protection than that, say the word and I’ll suit up. But I’ve got to say, beautiful, the urge to drive myself inside you bare is damn near killing me.”
Fuck.
That was so hot I nearly orgasmed again.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered. To confirm this, my hands put even more pressure on his ass. “Please. Nothing between us. Just you and me.”
He groaned at my words, kissing me at the same time. Then, he shifted his hips slightly and I felt him there, poised at my entrance. My breath hitched as he pushed in — not all the way, just an inch, letting me acclimate to his size. There was a lot to acclimate to, but I didn’t care if he hurt me. I wanted it all, every rigid inch of him, everything he had to give me.
“Please,” I begged.
My clit throbbed relentlessly as I waited for him to push deeper. He didn’t. He just stayed there, teasing me with a taste of him as his lips ghosted over mine. I started to lift my hips, but he made a growly sound that stilled me.
“Waiting for it,” he whispered, eyes locked with mine.
Waiting?
Waiting forwhat?
God, was he trying to torture me?
I couldn’t wait anymore! I was going to explode into a million pieces if he didn’t move soon.
“Cade—”
“There it is.”
The second his name left my lips, he drove fully inside, sheathing himself to the hilt. He was so deep, I damn near felt him in my throat. It was borderline painful to take all of him, but I didn’t care. Especially as he began to move, pounding into me over and over.
“Say it again,” he demanded, hand fisting in the sheet beside my head.
I’d say anything he wanted, in this moment.
“Cade.”
He stroked deeper, harder, faster.
“Again,” he ordered, his voice ragged.
“Cade,” I breathed.
Thrust after thrust, each harder than the last, drawing gasps and moans from the innermost part of me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he rasped between kisses. “So fucking tight.”
I locked my legs around his hips as my hands dug into his back. His pace increased to a ferocious rhythm — one that threatened to send me over the edge into another orgasm. When he felt me nearing the point of no return, he slowed his pace to prevent it. The orgasm receded slightly, and I made an unhappy noise in response.
He chuckled, but the sound was ragged against my lips. “Not yet, greedy girl. Wait for me. We’re coming together.”
“Please—”