Page 32 of Caden's Situationship

“How long has it been?” he asked when he reached the edge of the bed.

How long since what?Assuming he was talking about how long it had been since he arrived at the loft, I told him, “About ten minutes.”

He smirked. “Darlin’, how long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

Oh. That.“Um, eight months.”

He nodded. “Was it good?”

I shrugged. “It was decent.”

“Only decent?” he asked, his hands making their way under the sheet.

“It was forgettable,” I admitted. “And I can’t say I’ve ever really had a great experience worth repeating.”

Enough truth serum, Cordelia!A part of me wanted to give him a hint that my lackluster love life had been unforgettable at best. Yet, I also think I was hoping he took the bait and put all others to shame.

I expected him to respond to my honesty, but I was slowly learning that with Caden, he never did what I expected him to do. I felt his hands at my feet first, his thumbs kneading the heel of my foot. He didn’t stay there long, though, as his fingers rubbed my ankles before brushing past my calves and to my knees.

I observed every move he made, my breath shaky, as he lifted the sheet and climbed onto the bed.Oh my goodness.He was under the sheet, which meant, he was seeing me completely naked for the first time. I slowly lifted my end of the sheet and found his piercing eyes soaking in all my nakedness, leaving me limp to do nothing but let him have his way with my body.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, kissing from my knees to my inner thighs. Each brush of his mouth made me want to leap off the bed, but I stayed put, refusing to ruin the moment.

“Spread open those pussy lips for me,” he demanded in a way that was direct, yet sweet at the same time. Only Caden could do that. Make a request sound sweet when it was anything but.

I willed my legs to open, but it was harder than I thought as I began to grow self-conscious at how intimate this moment was.

“Don’t think, just feel.” His words caressed my soul and empowered me to enjoy myself without overthinking everything. I dropped my legs open farther. “More,” he stated, his eyes pinned right on my private area. I did as requested and let them fall the rest of the way.

They’d barely been open a moment before he dipped his head down and swirled his tongue over my nub in a way that forced me to close my eyes in pleasure. The way he moved his tongue from my nub before dipping inside of my core was almost too gratifying to handle. Any hand that wasn’t busy between my legs was rubbing on another part of my body that was bringing my pleasure to new heights.

My orgasm hit powerfully and faster than I could bat an eyelash. And still, Caden didn’t let up, but instead, he locked his forearms around my thighs so that I couldn’t scoot away from his mouth.

I looked down at him, his head still placed securely between my thighs as if he were trying to figure out if I could handle another orgasm as the result of his filthy mouth. In theory, another one sounded amazing. In reality, my body was telling me if I wanted to enjoy having sex with him, that mouth of his needed to take a chill pill.

He seemed to catch my drift as he leaned up and tossed the sheet off the bed, leaving me exposed before him. When he stood, he didn’t take his eyes off me as he removed his jeans, giving me a delicious view of the large,thickpiece of equipment he was working with.

Unable to help myself, I leaned up in bed and reached out my hand, but he caught me by the wrist.

“Can I touch it?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not tonight.”

Huh?I may have been playing along with doing things his way, but Ineededto touch him. We’re talking years of curiosity I needed to appease from him popping into my daydreams at the most inappropriate moments. Thankfully, when I reached out again, he let me.

“You’re gonna pay for this,” he warned as my hands wrapped around him and began moving in an up and down motion. Problem was, he wasn’t lubricated, so the only way I could think of to lubricate him was to take him into my mouth. So I did just that.

That directness he’d had with me all night faltered under the movement of my tongue, and a part of me felt fulfilled that I’d managed to get him to lose some of his candor.

A minute later, I was really enjoying the taste of him and the way my mouth was making him squirm. But Caden was clearly done letting me take the lead.

“That’s enough.” He pulled himself out of my mouth and grabbed me by the ankles before flipping me onto my back. Even observing as he put on a condom was an erotic act to watch.

“You ready?” he asked. I was mid nod as he entered me in one long stroke. A moan left my mouth at the power of him buried inside of me.Mercy.I felt full and consumed within seconds, his hips moving to his own rhythm as he thrust into me in a way that was making me wetter than I already was.

All this time, I’d thought that the issue I had with men before was the fact that maybe I needed to like them more than I did. Or perhaps I didn’t like the way they moved in the bedroom. I’d read all these books and watched all these movies and had concluded that I was the type of woman who liked to make love nice and slow.

Oh how wrong had I been. There was nothing nice and slow about what Caden was doing, and yet, I was completely enjoying every minute of it. I didn’t need to know how he’d gotten the nameRodeo Savagewith the way he was working my body in a way it had never been worked.

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