I nodded, then yelped as he slapped my ass again. “Yes!” I said, remembering how he'd always insisted I speak, not just nod.
“How?”
My brain raced through all of the different things Cade and I had done during our time together and decided to keep it simple. I rolled onto my back, grimacing as the sheets rubbed against my sensitive skin. He sat back on his heels, his hand wrapping around his cock as he waited to see what I'd do next.
I ran my hand over my stomach and then down between my legs. I moaned as I rubbed my fingers on either side of my clit.
“Oh, fuck.”
A thrill went through me as Cade swore. I loved that I could make him do that. His hand dropped to the base of his cock and I saw him tighten his fingers around it. I dropped my hand lower and slid my two middle fingers into my pussy. I worked them in and out, avoiding putting any direct pressure on my clit. It was still sensitive from the elevator and I had a feeling it was going to get more attention before the night was over.
“Lick your fingers clean.” Cade's voice was rough.
I raised my hand to my mouth, my eyes locking with his as I licked my juices from my fingers. I'd never tasted myself before, but it was strangely erotic, knowing that this was what Cade had tasted when he'd gone down on me.
He slid his hand up over his cock, nice and slow and I watched, remembering how it had been to have his dick in my mouth, the way it had felt when it slid over my tongue.
“Turn over,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I rolled onto my stomach.
“Grab the headboard.”
My stomach fluttered. I wrapped my hands around the cheap wooden rails. I heard the condom wrapper rip, then felt the bed dip as Cade moved behind me. He stretched his body out on top of mine, not putting his full weight on me, but enough pressure that I felt it.
“Have you ever done it like this?” His tongue traced the outside of my ear.
“No.” My fingers flexed around the headboard.
He raised his hips and, a moment later, I felt the head of him nudge against my soaking wet entrance. We both groaned as he slid inside me with one smooth motion.
“So perfect,” he said. He slid one arm under me until his hand rested at the base of my throat. “We fit together so perfectly.”
My eyes closed as he pulled back, then slid forward. Fuck. I sighed.
“You okay?” He sounded concerned.
“Just never thought I'd feel this again,” I admitted.
He pressed his lips against my temple. “I love you, my Aubree.”
“And I love you, my Cade.” I tried to push back against him, but the position didn't allow me any leverage against the larger body covering me.
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver through me. “Is there something you want?”
“You,” I said. “I want you.”
“You've got me.” He kissed my shoulder and then began to move.
His thrusts were slow and deep, pushing me forward so that my clit rubbed against the sheets, sending ripples of pain and pleasure through me. His fingers twitched against the base of my throat and his breath was hot against my ear.
“I'm not going to last long,” he said. “You had me too worked up, watching you come in the elevator, then playing with that pretty little pussy of yours.”
“I'm close again,” I panted. And I was. My clit was so sensitive that the friction was almost painful. I was going to come again, and if he kept going after that, it was going to hurt.
He scraped his teeth against the place where my shoulder and neck met. “What do you want?”
“Bite me,” I answered automatically. “Mark me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You're gonna be the death of me.”
He began to move faster, pushing deeper than he had before, reaching places inside me that made me see stars. I began to shudder, ripples of pleasure washing over me. Then Cade's teeth were in my shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me cry out. And then he was coming, crushing me against him.
It was different this time, not just a physical joining of two bodies fit perfectly together. This was more like I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. Like every cell in my body was merging with every cell in his. I'd never felt anything like it, not once. And, as I heard him saying my name over and over again, I knew he felt it too.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us onto our sides. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips against my neck and I shivered.
“For what?” I was still half-floating.
“For loving me, despite everything.”
I picked up his hand and kissed the back of it. “You're mine,” I said simply.
“Yes,” he said as he nuzzled behind my ear. “I am.”
Chapter 6
We made love two more times before we finally fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied. And that's what it had been, making love, not fucking, no matter how rough we had been with each other. Cade may have been the dominate one, but I wasn't exactly gentle. I hadn't seen it, but I had a feeling his back was going to be covered with scratches. I knew he had hickeys on his neck and chest to match the ones he'd left on me. And, of course, every inch of me ached in a pleasurably used kind of way. I could only imagine what it was going to be like to have him as much as I wanted.
These were the thoughts buzzing about in my brain when I woke. I smiled a sleepy smile and rolled over to greet Cade. My hand hit the pillow and I frowned. I told myself not to freak out as I opened my eyes. He was probably just in the bathroom. Then I saw a piece of paper on the pillow. I grabbed it and sat up, ignoring the throb of pain in my ass as I did so. No matter what had happened the night before, an empty bed and a note immediately made me think about Ronald and my wedding that hadn't been.
I relaxed the moment I read the first line.
My Aubree.
I settled back against the pillows and pulled the blankets up to cover my breasts as I read the rest.
I wanted nothing more than to wake you so I could make love to you again, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there that I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just went to my place because I have to call all of my FORMER clients and let them know that I'm no longer in business. I didn't think those were conversations you wanted to hear. Plus, I kind of needed a change of clothes, though I'm hoping not to be wearing much the rest of the weekend. When I'm done, I'll come back and we can talk about where things are going next because I don't know anything about my future except I want you in it. Well, first I plan on ravishing you. Then we can talk.
Heat coiled in my belly at the thought of him taking me again. I closed my eyes. Fuck. I'd never felt like this before. How was I supposed to get anything done when all I could think about was Cade's body, his hands and mouth on me? How could anyone function like this?
I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at the note again. There were only a couple more sentences left.
I'm going to stop by the loft too. I developed those pictures and want you to see how amazing you look. I shouldn't be long. I love you. Your Cade
I'd almost forgotten about those pictures he'd taken. I flushed and turned over the letter even though there was no one else around to read it. What would it be like, I wondered, seeing myself in those pictures? Cade had made me watch myself in a mirror while we had sex, but I didn't think it'd be the same. That had been in the middle of things, the heat of the moment where I hadn't exactly been thinking clearly. The pictures were still frames of me in explicit positions, doing things and having things done to me that only Cade had ever seen. Even my ex hadn't seen me do any of that. He'd been very much a 'get in, get off, get out' kind of guy. Not in a rude way, but more of a 'that's how it is' way of thinking. And since he'd been my only other lover, I hadn't thought anything of it until I'd met Cade.