Page 64 of Return to You

The spinning in his head and the tremors in his body reached the breaking point where he knew he had to put a stop to this or he’d shoot his load straight into her mouth. Kade put his palms against her shoulders and gently pushed her back from him. He grinned down at her. “My turn,” he said simply. And then she grinned, her eyes flashing.

He knelt beside the couch as she reclined back, settling into the cushions. His hands pushed her knees open as he wasted no time pressing soft kisses up and down the silky, smooth skin on her inner thigh.

She moaned, arched her back, and opened her legs further. Like a predator pouncing on prey, he captured her sex with his mouth as he pressed two fingers into her tight passage. Her body bucked against him as he curled the tip of his finger, hitting a spot that he’d found the first night they’d made love. His tongue flicked rapidly over her engorged tip as his fingers worked to stimulate her inner walls.

Soon, her inner walls contracted around his digits as she rode out her release, grinding her hips against his mouth as she came apart. He smelled the earthy scent, watched her sexy body twitch, felt her tight canal spasm, tasted her sweet release, and heard her sensual moans.

He knew that he’d never be as happy as he was in this moment; bringing Ali this kind of pleasure was the peak of his existence. His only hope was that he got to travel to that peak for the rest of his life.

Ali’s head spun hard from the climax that Kade’s mouth had sent roaring through her when he thrust inside her, piling sensation on top of sensation. She could still feel the soft waves of ebbing orgasm shivering through her body as the new waves of being stretched and filled crashed through her.

She felt the cushions dip beneath her back. She opened her eyes to see Kade hovering above her. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, making the kiss feel more intimate and pushing her erotic limits.

Her arms wrapped around him, loving the feel of his solid strength as it surrounded her. She let go and drifted into the bliss of swirling sensations that his kiss, his touch was bringing her.

When he broke their connection she began to protest until she felt his lips being pressed to the hollow of her neck. He continued kissing down her body and she marveled at the trail of fire that his lips left in their wake.

She couldn't keep herself still under his caress. Her body writhed as if it had a mind of its own. Every brush of his fingers against her hip, every flick of his tongue on her nipple, every press of his leg between her inner thighs. They all elicited moans and whimpers; they all caused a writhing that she couldn’t have choreographed even if she had tried.

Every time she was in Kade’s arms she felt utterly safe and protected. She took one look at his solid arms, strong muscles, and masculine tats and knew that nothing could hurt her. Except him. It had been so painful to love him and not be loved back, but now she knew that she was.

Life had beaten her up so thoroughly over the past several months that she’d honestly wondered at times if she’d ever feel safe again. The idea that she would have someone in her life that loved her as much as she loved them, that would work just as hard to take care of her as she worked to take care of them…it had seemed like a pipe dream. It had felt to her, during her most lonely times, as if it would be dangerous to even dream that it could be a possibility because of the crushing disappointment that would inevitably descend when she returned to reality and realized how far from a realistic possibility it was in her world.

Then Kade had come back. And he’d changed everything. He’d taught her how to trust again, and he’d taught her the value of forgiveness. He’d shown her that she was worthy of being cherished and loved. He’d opened up her heart in places that she hadn’t even realized it had been closed.

And, yes. He made her feel safe. And protected. And she loved that.

She tried to push all of that out of her mind and live in the moment as he engulfed first one of her nipples in his mouth, and then moved to the other. He rotated back and forth between them, seeming to have a natural instinct about when he’d stimulated one to the peak point of pleasure, almost to the place where that pleasure turned to pain, and then he’d move to the next and do the same.

He knew her body instinctively. If she’d been guiding his every move, she couldn't have directed him to give her any more pleasure than he already was. He seemed to know what she needed in ways that she wasn't even consciously aware of herself.

It seemed like such a cliché, the whole “this person knows me better than I know myself” thing, but he proved it every time he touched her. He was connected to her on a soul-level that she couldn’t even begin to understand but simply made up her mind to enjoy with everything in her.

As he trailed kisses with his lips and curlicues with his tongue over each of her nipples, she arched her back and pushed them against his mouth, wanting more of him. More of his kisses, more of his tongue. Just more of him altogether.

She needed to get close to him. There was a deep place in her that wanted to join with him. To be bonded in a way that went beyond their bodies—but her body was the only way that she could imagine getting that close. All she knew was that she needed him, and that she’d never be able to get enough.

Kade’s mouth on her body made her feel like she was in a deep hole that she was powerless to escape no matter how hard she tried to climb out, or that she was pushing a rock up a hill that she could never reach the top of, because every time she got close it would come rolling back down again.

Thankfully, there was a lot of pleasure to go along with that frustration.

Still, the one thing that held true was that she had a goal, a climactic place that she was trying to get to, and she was powerless to guide her movements. Kade, however, had it within his power to bring her right to the edge of orgasm and then back her off again, and he made liberal use of that capability.

Yeah. He definitely liked to torture her, and she was realizing that she liked it, too.

She buried her fingers in his hair as he devoured her breasts, making her feel like the most desirable woman he’d ever seen. The way he moved his mouth against her was more than just going through the motions. It was expressing what was in his heart. It was worshipful, full of awe and love.

“Please,” she pleaded as the empty ache that only Kade could fill grew unbearable.

He reached between their sweat-laced bodies and she felt the plump crown of his shaft press against her slick entrance. Eagerly, she spread her thighs farther apart and tilted her hips up in desperation. Her efforts were rewarded as he entered her slowly, at an excruciatingly seductive pace.

His face was buried in her neck and she loved feeling the heat of his breath and the weight of his body as he stretched her inner walls to the point where pain met pleasure.

Her hands raked his back as he began pulling out and then pressing back into her in deep, commanding strokes. As his pace grew faster, so did his breathing. She clutched onto him, pulling him as close to her as possible. Their skin was slick and the friction of their bodies rubbing against one another only added to the acute arousal consuming her.

Kade thrust into her over and over again, his powerful muscles giving real weight to the movements. Her second orgasm started nearly on the heels of her first—and this one took her almost completely by surprise, as well. It crashed through her like a freight train and she was the damsel, hapless on the tracks in its path.

Whereas the first two climaxes he’d given her had gone off like firecrackers, exploding through a million different parts of her body at once, this one was just one tidal wave after another of pleasure pounding through her body, knocking her down to the sand with each powerful break.

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