Correction; pleasing her meant everything.
She moved her hips and rocked up and down on top of me. It felt so good, I was sure I was going to blow it, literally, any second.
I had to put my mind somewhere else and focus on Cadence. She was so beautiful, it obscured anything else I tried to think about, and there was something obviously erotic about the fact that she was naked and willing on top of me, along with the fact that she’d chosen me.
But, she clearly had expectations for this whole thing that were fairly low. She didn’t seem to be seeing me, and she was moving pretty mechanically.
I’d had sex with a lot of girls I hadn’t given a shit about, but I like to think that most of it was mutually good. Getting girls off isn’t something every guy is good at, but I pride myself in at least trying. I’m not really a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am guy, contrary to what my reputation might be. I’ve always slept around, but while I was in bed, I was willing to fall a little in love for the span of the sex. I think that’s what gave me such a lady killer reputation. I was good at faking it, and good at making them believe the fantasy. Which was another huge reason why this was blowing my mind.
I couldn’t fake a damn thing with Cadence, and once it was real, there was huge potential for everything to go wrong fast. So there I was, watching her gyrate kind of half-heartedly, and for once I wasn’t positive what to do.
It was a fucking shame that Cadence was so sexy and funny and gorgeous, and all she expected was a boring grind. She had mentioned that her other experiences were just okay, and it almost made me want to choke the losers who hadn’t given her what she needed. But I changed my mind about that quick. If they hadn’t sucked so badly, I might not be here, able and willing to show her what it could be like. I wanted, more than I’d ever wanted anything else, to rock her world.
I could see it wasn’t happening now. She had pulled away since our kissing and now she was on autopilot. I just stopped thinking, let my gut kick in and guide me, and tried to pay attention to what she might need to open up.
I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, and her face snapped up, shocked.
“Do you mind? If we switch it up a little?” I asked.
Her face clouded. “Don’t you like it?” she asked tensely.
“Hell yeah. But do you like it?” I trailed a hand down her body, starting at her neck stopping at the hot skin right above where her heart was hammering.
She looked down for a minute. “It’s good. I mean, it feels good.”
“You’re perfect and what you’re doing is amazing,” I said, leaning up to kiss her. “But I want it to be better than good for you. Alright?”
“Alright.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second.
“Trust me,” I said.
“I do.” She closed her eyes and kissed me again.
I sat up, so I could hold her closer. We were suddenly pressed against each other from chest to hips. She wrapped her legs around me and I moved my hands down along her back, inching her closer, pushing in deeper until we were pressed as hard against each other as we could get. She made little noises that made my brain to spin, so I knew I was on the right track.
She was right up against me, and I made good use of that fact. I kissed and sucked and licked every piece of sensitized skin I could reach. I ran my hands up and down her body, stopping at all the places that got a reaction from her.
Cadence was definitely responding. She moaned, her eyes fluttered shut, she ground against me harder and changed positions a few times. I realized she was desperately trying to get herself to wherever that place that did it for her was, and I let her do her thing. Once she got close to the spot, it was pretty obvious.
Suddenly her breathing was hard, sharp and fast, almost at that totally satisfied place. I kept up my end of the deal, agonizing as it was.
How could I have her that close to me, that ready, that excited and simultaneously keep from blowing my load? I tried to stay focused on not being a selfish dick; she had obviously been a little screwed over in the sex department, and I was not about to be a notch in her lukewarm experience belt.
Problem was, it had been a while since I’d had sex, and the last time was not with my perfect, gorgeous girlfriend who had inadvertently been giving me blue balls all summer. I wanted to go crazy, pump into her, and lose control a little.
She was still trying to find a spot that did what she needed done again, and I was hanging on for dear life when I dipped my hand between our bodies, because I wanted to help her. I also wanted to not lose my shit. She resisted at first, but I eased up and found a rhythm that worked for her, and she finally let go. Then her body shook a little and a little more and she tensed and clawed her hands at my back.
I flipped her over, happy that she was coming, happy that she was moaning my name, happy that I was finally able to do this with her. With someone who mattered.
I finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and we crashed down together, breathing hard. I had to move to take the condom off and throw it away. This was usually the part where I got up for real, pulled my pants on and made some crack about needing a sandwich, but this time I got right back into that bed.
“Saxon?” she said, her voice wobbly.
“Yeah?” I said as I breathed heavily and kissed her hair line, along her ear and on her beauty mark then over her forehead.
“I think I came.”
“Yeah, I think so, too.” I put my arms around her, and it was pretty unreal; to want to lie around with the girl I had just had sex with. If it wasn’t Cadence, I would have used more colorful language, but this moment didn’t feel particularly suited to my dipshit brand of flippant humor. I knew I was slipping into a dangerously romantic area when I started to think about how good her body felt against mine, how I loved the feel of her hair in my hands and was waiting to talk to her again. Jesus Christ, I was wrapped up in her.
“I’ve never come during sex. That was really good. Really good,” she repeated and laughed a little. She burrowed against my body harder and kissed me all along my chest.
“I’m glad I was the first for that,” I said and meant it. It was a pretty huge badge of honor for me. Then I remembered that she had said the same thing when I fingered her. “Have you ever come with anyone else? I mean, with anything? Dry humping? Getting eaten out?”
She shrugged. “No. I thought I was a cold fish.”
I laughed and shook my head. “That’s the most ridiculous fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Was the sex good for you?”
“Were you there?” I asked. “It was fucking incredible. I’ve never had sex anywhere near that good before. Ever.”
“You’ve had a lot of sex, right?” she pushed.
“Yeah. Roughly a ton.” I grabbed her closer and she nestled so we spooned as tight as we could.
“Pretty girls?” she wondered.
“Look at me, Cadence.” I turned her around and busted out my best serious model face. “Do I look like a guy who sleeps with ugly girls?”
“You look like a guy who sleeps with easy girls,” she said and smiled.
“You weren’t easy,” I pointed out, kissing the edge of that smile.
“I’m not ugly either. I guess I’m forcing you to bring your standards up a little.” She relaxed into my arms.
We talked that kind of back and forth intimate bullshit that marked two people as really close. It felt like an hour, maybe, had gone by when the light started to turn gray in my room.
“That’s the sun, Cadence. We have to get you home.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.
I looked at her, peacefully asleep next to me, and for the first time in my life, I was choked with a weird regret at the thought of being without someone. And it felt good.
Chapter Fifteen
Jake