“I—” I don’t get to finish my sentence before his lips are on mine again, tracing my bottom lip before biting it gently.
Every thought about calling Gram vanishes as soon as he presses into me and I can feel his hard dick press into my stomach.
“I need to feel you,” he whispers as his hand skims up my side, and his thumb rubs my nipple through my shirt and bra.
My lust takes over. All the feelings I have for this man but have been suppressing for the past three months come rushing back to the surface. It’s an intoxicating medley of having missed him, love, desire, and anger that we were put through this for no reason.
I return the kiss with vigor, losing myself in the feel of him. All I can focus on is the need for him, to feel him all over me, inside of me.
I run my hand down his chest, tracing every muscle on my way. I don’t stop at the top of his sweatpants, instead I dive underneath the fabric. I grab his hard dick, slowly pumping my hand up and down his shaft.
He growls into my mouth, clearly not a fan of me going at a faster pace than he planned. Instead, he pulls my hand out of his pants and lifts both of them above my head, holding on to my wrists with one hand.
“You keep forgetting I’m the one in charge. I guess I have to remind you,” he says as he stares into my eyes, fire burning in his. I can feel myself grow wet when his dominant side emerges.
Without another word, he kisses down my neck to the spot that always makes me weak in the knees, while his free hand pulls the elastic out of my hair, and it cascades around us.
I try to press into him, to get some kind of friction to alleviate the desire building inside of me. “Kade, please,” I beg, something I’m doing a lot around him, I notice. But instead of being embarrassed about it, I enjoy knowing it brings him closer to losing his control.
He grins against my skin but doesn’t answer. Instead, he unbuttons my shirt and leans back, looking at me standing in front of him. A look of appreciation enters his gaze, and instead of wanting to cover up like I usually do whenever I’m on display, I enjoy knowing I have as much power over him as he does over me.
His lips trace a line down my chest, while he opens my bra. I don’t think I’ve ever been this grateful for one that opens in the front when he sucks a nipple into his mouth. I moan at the sensation running through me, skyrocketing my desire to new levels.
I lose myself in the sensation of feeling his lips on my skin, the heat of his body, his hand holding me immobile, I don’t recognize any of the noises coming out of my mouth.
I’m so absorbed in what he makes me feel, I don’t realize I’m on the move until I can feel the breeze on my bare skin when he throws me onto the bed.
“I was going to take my time. Treat you like you deserve to be treated, but I can’t… It’s been too long. I need you too bad,” he whispers as he’s looming over me.
Before I can say anything to hurry him along, my boots are gone, along with my breeches and socks. I don’t remember when I lost my shirt and bra, but suddenly I’m lying before him in nothing but panties, panting in need.
“Kade…” I rub my thighs together, trying to find some release, when his hands shoot out and prevent me from doing that. He tells me to, “Stay,” while he strips his sweats.
My eyes are automatically drawn to his cock. I bite my lip to stop the moan from leaving my mouth, giving away just how needy I am.
I’m still marveling at his physique, like I do every time I see him naked, and miss him move. He grabs my panties and rips them down my legs in one swift move before he pulls me to the edge of the bed by my ankles and spreads me open.
Normally I’d be embarrassed being this exposed, but with Kade it’s the opposite, always has been. I don’t feel the need to hide myself for fear of judgement, not anymore. He traces my opening with his fingers, and I watch as his features turn fierce—the look in his eyes is downright carnal.
“Fuck me, you’re drenched,” he whispers.
“I’m trying,” I quip, causing his eyes to snap to mine, and a grin to pull at the corners of his lips.
He’s still staring at me, and I can feel the tip of this erection against my entrance. I expect him to drive into me hard and fast, but, like always, he does the unexpected. He pushes into me slowly and with agonizing deliberateness.
“I forgot how good you feel.”
“Kade, please, fuck me.” I don’t mince my words anymore, after missing him for three months I’ve lost all of my inhibitions. “I need you to take me hard and fast. Show me you missed me as much as I missed you.”
I watch his reaction and am treated to another version of his sexy smirk, this one filled with devious intent. Without warning, he pulls back and slams into me, filling me so completely my eyes threaten to close, but I want to watch his face. It’s been three months since I’ve seen him like this,
and I don’t want to miss anything.
I watch him move in and out of me, the scene so hot I can barely keep myself from coming. But I want this to last, to enjoy the feel of him inside of me, to stretch me like no
