Chapter 3: The Pre Sex
"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he whispered against my lips.
The warmth of his breath against my mouth had my hand reaching for him before my brain could stop it. My hand was shaking and he noticed immediately.
"Don’t be afraid Cadence. I won’t hurt you." He took my trembling hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed it. Kissed each fingertip slowly. He rubbed my hand across his lips and I slid one finger inside his mouth. He sucked on it lightly and I watched him do it and I want you to know that watching him do that simple thing nearly ended me.
He guided my hand down his chest all the way to the waistband of his pants and stopped there.
"Do you know how sexy you look right now?"
He turned me back to face the mirror. We stood there staring at each other’s reflection. Then he stepped behind me, took my right hand and guided it slowly from my neck down to my breast.
"Feel how hard your nipples are. Have you ever touched yourself like this?"
I had not. That was my answer and I could barely get it out.
"No," I breathed.
He used my own hands to massage my nipples and I am not going to pretend I did not moan because I absolutely did. He took the other hand and did the same thing and before long both of my hands were moving on their own, my eyes were closing, my mouth was opening slightly and I had completely forgotten where I was.
"That’s it Cadence. Don’t fight it."
His voice brought my eyes back open. He was standing in front of me now, pressing butterfly kisses along the top of my bra. And then my bra was simply gone, I genuinely cannot tell you when that happened, and his mouth was on my breast, sucking and licking and blowing cool air on the wet skin until I felt a direct line of electricity running from my nipple straight down to places I was not going to think about out loud.
He kissed down my stomach leaving a trail of heat behind him. His lips moved along my hips, then to the inside of my thigh.
"I can smell your desire Cadence."
I bit my lower lip hard.
He ran one finger slowly up and down the front of my panties and I felt everything.
"I bet you are so sweet. I bet if I touched you right here you are so wet for me right now."
Was I wet? Reader, I was a situation.
He kissed along my panty line, crossed the front of them, used his nose like he was committing my scent to permanent memory. And then he eased my panties down with his mouth and stood up and looked at me in the full length mirror.
I covered myself immediately. No man had ever seen me like this. Not one.
"Don’t cover that beautiful body. Let me see it," he said, gently removing my hands and kissing me in the curve of my neck.
He kissed his way from my neck all the way down to my center and when his tongue touched me I grabbed the top of his head and held on for dear life. He worked like he was looking for something specific and had all the time in the world to find it. I felt trembles moving through my body in small warning waves.
Then without any warning at all he lifted me completely off the ground and I was sitting in his palms with both legs wrapped around his shoulders wondering how we got here so fast. He walked me to the wall and pressed my back against it and his tongue never left me for a single second. He moved me up and down against his mouth like I weighed nothing and like this was exactly where he intended to spend his evening.
My orgasm came with tears. Both kinds of wet at once. I was not expecting that.
"Your body reacts to just the simplest touches," he said after, voice strained. "I made a promise to Lilly not to break you in and right now that is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. If you knew how much I wanted you right now you would probably run."
I looked at him. His lips were still wet. And I will not lie to you, that turned me on even more.
He set me down. My legs were trembling. I walked to the bed, sat down and looked at him across the room.
Now. I want you to understand something. That man had just taken me apart and put me back together in a completely different configuration and I was sitting on a hotel bed in New Orleans at three in the morning with absolutely no plan for what came next.
"Come here," I said. I genuinely do not know where that voice came from but it was mine.
He walked back over and I grabbed the side of his face and pulled him down into a kiss. I could taste myself on his breath and I want to tell you that disgusted me but it absolutely did not. Every part of my body was sending signals and his was waiting on the response.
The kiss deepened. He bit my bottom lip gently and the moan that came out of me was muffled by his mouth as he gave me the most heated kiss of my entire twenty one years on this earth.
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