Page 44 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
He didn’t need to be told again. In one swift move he rolled her onto her back, so he hovered above her. Somehow with one hand he managed to slip her panties off, letting his hands roam free on her legs and belly.
“You’re amazing,” he breathed.
She felt goose bumps rise on her neck. “You sure about that?” She was self-conscious about her skimpy outfit.
“You’re beautiful. Hot. Everything I fucking ever wanted.”
Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Her hips rolled down against his, her body shifting to rock against him, rubbing his cock against the place where she was already wet. Fuck.
Cayden groaned. “Damn, baby.” His thumb rubbed circles against her thigh, and then he let the hand slide upward, fingers tracing up her belly to the underside of her breast. She moaned softly. The roll of her hips grew faster, needier.
She gasped. “Stop. Damn it.” Except she was sure he knew what she meant. But she hadn’t said it and so his hands stopped, stilling against her skin. Her eyes, half-lidded, snapped open, and she swallowed hard. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“I’m only doing what I’m told.” Cayden winked.
“I wanted you to stop teasing,” she bit back.
His fingers dragged against her inner thigh. “You mean that?”
“Damn you.”
He laughed, and finally gave in, leaning in again to bite gently at her collarbone, mouth moving slowly downward until he could pull her nighty down and catch one of her nipples between his teeth, his tongue quick to follow suit. His other hand dipped between her legs, the back of his index finger pressed against her folds.
She moaned, and he echoed it. Fuck, she was so wet for him. So ready.
Cayden stroked his fingers up to her clit, whispering an ‘I love you’ against the valley between her breasts. She said it back, the words mixed up in another soft moan.
His fingers pressed into her, filling her, and she writhed against them.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “How do you want me, baby?”
“More,” Lily begged. “Fuck. Anything. Just more.”
He stroked his fingers against her inner walls. “More, like that?” It was meant to be teasing, but he didn’t quite hit the right note. His thumb rubbed over her clit, and he slid another finger inside.
“Cay...” She didn’t get the rest out, whatever she wanted to say. Her thighs trembled against his, and her body bucked.
“Let it come. I want to watch you. Feel you come.”
A surprised gasp escaped her lips and suddenly she was coming, fingers clutching at his shoulders, and he leaned up to swallow the sounds she made.
When she pulled back, he gave her a moment, let her catch her breath while her heartbeat slowed. But they weren’t done. Once wasn’t going to be enough for her. She wanted him between her thighs. She wanted to watch him come, too. She looked down at him, knowing how she must look—her kiss-swollen lips parted, her hair falling loose around her face, her lace half on her shoulder. “Cayden, I want you to fuck me. I need you filling me up.”
He rolled her over, so she lay on the bed, and slowly kissed down her body to her thighs, letting her feel his breath across her skin. She squirmed under him. Her hands tangled in his hair and pulled just enough to give him very blatant direction.
He grinned up at her, and then his mouth was on her, his
tongue sliding between her folds, slow as though he had all the time he could possibly desire, as though he was simply enjoying himself. He flicked the tip of it over her clit, and Lily whimpered. He licked circles around her clit and then rubbed it with the flat of his tongue. She moaned, clutching at his shoulders, his hair.
She couldn’t get enough of him. Cayden mouthed at her outer lips, feeling the smooth skin and dipping his tongue to trace between them, tasting her wetness and going up, grazing her clit just barely. Lily felt ready to explode again. She whimpered against her bicep, her fingers tugging against her own hair.
His hand shifted down to spread her open and he pressed in with his tongue pointed, tracing her opening. His tongue moved briefly over her entrance before moving up to circle her clit, lightly, teasingly, not touching, making her needy, desperate, begging, waiting till he could give it all to her. Another stroke of his tongue over and around the sensitive little bundle of nerves and then he flicked lightly over it. If it weren’t for his hand on her hip holding her in place, she would have bucked up against him, chasing his mouth with the low sound of pleasure in her throat.
“Cayden, please.”
He didn’t pay attention to her, though, his tongue ignoring her clit, his hand squeezing rhythmically at her hip. She gasped his name again, and he slid two fingers inside her. It was an easy glide; she was so wet for him. He licked slowly and firmly at the place she wanted it most. Then he closed his mouth on her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. She thought she was going to die from the pleasure he sent through her body.
His hands curled around her thighs, holding her open, holding her still as he teased again, tracing lines over her clit, down along her folds to where she was wet and wanting and empty. He drew circles around her opening with the tip of his tongue until she was begging in words that stumbled over each other.
