Page 45 of Of Withering Dreams
I leaned into his wet skin, my breasts rubbing against the hard contours of his chest. He licked and sucked my neck, tasting my skin without abandon.
My need condensed, and when I began pressing harder into him, his grip slid to my waist, spinning me. My backside pressed against his cock as I reclined against his hard torso.
Brushing my wet strands over one shoulder, he glided his hand over my neck, my shoulder, and then my breast. Kaden played with my nipple, stroking and tugging, his teeth and mouth nibbling and kissing my neck. His other hand slid down to the apex of my thighs.
My thighs quivered and tingled, and I gasped as he plunged two fingers into my warm heat. My hips followed his fingers as he pumped them in and out, in and out.
His thumb pressed against my throbbing clit, circling and flicking while his fingers thrust.
“Kade, I … I’m going to …”
“Yes, come for me, sweeting,” he mumbled against my neck, his teeth nipping just under my ear.
A wild moan fled my throat, followed by a whimper as I shattered, my sex tightening around his thick fingers.
“Fuck, Ser,” he rasped, sliding his fingers from my body, slipping up my stomach. He cupped one breast tenderly, gently squeezing before he whispered, “I’ll die happy dreaming of your cunt clenching around me.”
A languid grin spread across my lips, my face flushing as I wiggled against him. He gulped, his erection pulsing.
I turned in the water, standing between his legs. Water dripped, my skin shining and pink with arousal.
My body hummed, any restraint or shyness long forgotten. At this moment, I was in control in a way I hadn’t been before.
I cupped my breasts, teasing my tender nipples. “Your breeches. Off. Now,” I demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” He fumbled out of the tub, sloshing water everywhere.
Grabbing blankets and towels, he made a haphazard pile on the floor as I stepped out of the basin.
Kaden pushed his sodden trousers off and stood in the center of the makeshift bed, his manhood thick and stiff, begging for attention.
My mouth watered while I pulled in a deep breath of the lavender-scented air.
“Lie down.” I took a step forward, goosebumps rippling over my skin.
He complied, propping himself on his elbows as I kneeled between his strong thighs.
His body was a piece of art. A sculpture of carved perfection that I wanted to explore every inch of.
I ran my hands up his shins. Over his knees. His thighs. His muscles flexing at my touch, his cock twitching. My gaze focused on the rigid length.
I drew my tongue across my bottom lip as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, resting my other hand atop his thigh. He grunted, his hips rising a bit to push into my palm.
“I … I’m not sure exactly what to do,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.
His mouth tipped up, his eyes glinting. “Sweeting, whatever you want to do to my cock will please him and me. Just no teeth, please.” He winced, chuckling.
I sucked in my bottom lip, running my hand up his shaft, our skin still wet. Kaden sucked in a ragged breath, his abs tensing. My hand slid down with a firm grip. His hips lifted again, a bead of cum pebbling at the tip of his cock.
My body leaned forward, and I licked the salty wetness, gently squeezing the base of him.
“Torture. Plain and simple,” Kaden whimpered. I smirked and then wrapped my mouth around him, tasting as I pushed down as far as possible, my lips meeting my hand. His cock jerked in my grip, and I began sucking and pumping him.
He moaned, burying his fingers in my wild hair. Pleasuring him made me feel powerful. My body was on fire, and with every guttural sound he made, my core trembled, wishing it was wrapped around him instead of my mouth.
“I’m going to come. Fuck!”
My mouth left him, my hand still moving up and down his cock. His body tensed, his eyes closed, and his brow creased.
