Page 56 of Quiet Chaos

Pussy. Like a salad, I toss the dirty words in my head as he fondles my…Pussy.Clit. These words are appropriate for his movements. Cade sometimes captures my moans in his mouth, and other times, they echo in the room. The tip of his finger enters me, and my muscles fasten and pulse on it. My hands grip the sheets as a sheen of sweat covers my face and body. I’ve never experienced my core so wet. Wetter than a waterfall.

Cade’s gentle finger circles my hole, pushes in, comes out, and pushes all the way in. He wiggles it inside, which has me pushing my shoulders into the mattress and bucking my hips. His finger comes out, runs along my inner folds, up to my clit, circles, and then dives back in. He takes different journeys inside and around my pussy until he abandons my breasts.Pussy. Clit. All the love Cade gives them.

He stands, stripping off his sweats and boxer briefs, and his penis flings free with a slight upward curve.Cock. The word is fitting for his proud, thick, and long cock jutting my way. Before I can examine it, he’s between my thighs, and a whole new experience wrenches my body upwards. As if possessed, my head flings from side to side, hips rolling while Cade’s tongue runs up and down my outer lips. His thumb massages my hip joints, then spreads me open. He licks from my opening to my clit, sucking and nibbling. My legs and arms shake from the tremendous amount of pleasure. Cade takes his time slurping as if I’m a popsicle, dipping his tongue inside me, wiggling it around until I groan his name. Wetness seeps between my ass cheeks. A finger replaces his tongue, pressing along my walls. He licks my clit between thumb rubbing, and wets his fingers, pushing two inside, rubbing in and out. It’s intense, yet sublime.

Cade takes turns using his tongue and finger.Fucking. Yes, that’s what he’s doing right now. He’s fucking me with his mouth and hands, consumed by pleasures as he works his magic. My head angles onto the pillows, arching my back, pussy contracting, and I scream Cade’s name as my body convulses. A shudder runs from head to toe while his tongue continues to dab at my pussy. Fingers circle my hole, pushing in a bit as I try to close my legs, but his shoulders prevent it from happening.

He kisses upwards, attentive to my clit, inner thighs, stomach, breasts until his chest is against mine. He balances on his forearms, caging my head. My breath is rapid as I attempt to slow it down. Cade peppers my face with kisses and looks into my eyes. In relaxation mode, my breath evens out. He kneels, tearing open a condom package, and rolls it down the length of his imposing cock. My eyes widen as he returns between my thighs.

Cade smiles and kisses my lips. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I slowly breathe out. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

In a leisure movement, he rocks his hips upwards and downwards, his erection grazing my clit.

With a quick inhale, eyes bright, I say, “You’re gifted.”

Cade lets out a laugh. “I’m not sure I’d say gifted. Maybe a quick learner.” He winks.

“No, I mean, your penis.”

Our swollen lips take their time reveling in one another. He continues rocking his hips, and when the arousal becomes too much, I join him. Kisses increase the stimulation. Cade breaks, bowing his head against my neck, moaning my name.

Since we started, his voice isn’t above a whisper. “Sky. You’ve weakened me.”

I try pushing him away to look at him, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, his legs spread mine open as he positions his cock at my entrance. His hands swaddle my head, biceps cocooning my arms, and pushes into me. I swallow hard from the pressure.

“Relax and breathe, Princess. I’ll go slow.”

His feathered kisses soothe me as his cock presses in. A gradual inching, stretching, my fists ball up the sheets. Arms and legs tense. The pressure turns to pain, and I feel as if I’m being ripped open. My face must show it because he stops.

“Relax, love.”

He reaches for the bedside table drawer, pulls out a tube, squeezes some gel into his hand, and wipes it all over my inner and outer pussy and on his cock. The rest is wiped on the sheet. Cade’s eyes connect with mine, back to enveloping me in his hands and arms. He drives his cock back in, pulling out, and edging in easier. His hips move in a circle, rubbing my clit. He stops when he’s all the way inside.

He scatters kisses around my face and neck, smiling, and asks, “You alright?”

“Yes. Why did you stop?”

“I’m letting you adjust to me.”

My hands release the sheets and run up his back. “You mean, your monster.”

Cade throws his head back with a hearty roar, which courses through our bodies. The vibration stirs something in both of us. His hips curve downward as his cock slides out to the tip, and curves upward as he enters, stroking against my clit. I grip his biceps, legs wrapping around his waist, while I keep the same motion. The pain morphs into delight. We’re one, gazing upon each other. Our breaths leaving a dewy mist on our faces. We rock in rhythm. Bodies colliding.

Cade’s speed increases. He’s flush against me, arms caging and gripping me close. Mouth devouring my skin. My arms fall to the sides, fisting the sheets, moans and groans intensifying. A tension rises. My legs grip tighter, hips chasing his thrusts while I gasp for breath. A euphoria hits. I scream his name, cementing the rest of my body while an orgasm pinches every nerve. My muscles clamp down on Cade, spurring him forward like a racehorse, faster and faster to the finish line, riding it out, and collapsing on top of me.

Into my neck, he says, “Fuck, Sky.”

We’re trying to regain our breaths. Some normalcy. But I know better. Nothing will ever be normal between us. Cade is right, sex will change our relationship. I’m already experiencing it emotionally, physically, and on a spiritual level. Not focused on the religious aspect, but a connection within myself. Because sex moved me. The tears fall from the corners of my eyes, rolling down my temples.

Cade lifts his head. “Sky? What’s wrong?”

I laugh, wiping away my tears. “Nothing. Everything.”

“Are you in pain?”

My head shakes. “No! It…it’s like I released a part of me. Not in a bad way, but to make room for finding more of myself.” I turn my head away. “It’s stupid.”

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