Page 65 of Homewrecker

I like his arms around me, his legs bracketing mine and one of his hands slowly rubbing over my stomach.

But I’m starting to feel like the man has a fetish or something. Likes to pet my stomach, watch it move.

Other than our kiss this afternoon, or the few kisses he’s pressed to my skin this week, he hasn’t made a move to do anything more.

The man clearly wants sex.

His erection is pressed against my ass and even when I wiggle subtly, he doesn’t so much as groan.

I stretch my lower back, pushing my bottom into him as I shift my weight from one hip to the other. It feels great on my back but still, nothing from Cade.

He’s like a man made of stone.

I scoot away from him and roll so I can face him.

A frown wrinkles his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Forgive my forwardness but…” Push through. You’ve got this. Get it out there. “What’s a girl gotta do to make you want to have sex with her? You’ve been poking me with that thing too much,” I add, bravely reaching out to cup him through his shorts.

Now…

Now the man groans. And I swear, his eyes roll back too.

“Dylan…”

His tone is warning but…

I pay no mind.

“Do I have to take the upper hand?” This wanton thing is so not me, but I feel like in all of his “I’m going to be your guy” talk, he’s willing to be the martyr and that’s not happening. I gently squeeze his erection and it twitches under my grasp.

I squeeze again, harder, and this time when Cade says my name his eyes don’t just roll, but they close.

Pushing up to sit, I look down at the man who’s clearly at my mercy. He’s still lying on his side, the arm that was under my neck before still straight out as he grasps the bed sheet near my edge of the bed.

I drag my grasp up the length of him, and as I do, he grows more, the head of him straining to the top of his shorts.

“Look at me,” I whisper, and he lifts his eye lids. His eyes immediately lock onto mine, watching my face. I readjust to sit on my knees, letting go of his hardness, and he rolls to his back. In tandem, his hands and mine push his shorts down his ass; he kicks them off as I take hold of him once again.

I wish the light was on.

I want to see his cock; see the girth I feel under my hand. See the way the head flares out into the mushroomed tip. When my thumb gets to very top of him, it comes into contact with a drop of precum and I gently swirl it around.

My mouth is salivating and at once, I’m remembering the article in Cosmo but before I can lower my head, Cade has a hand over my mouth.

“Baby, I want to be in your mouth badly, but I want to be in you this first time. You want sex? Let me make love to you.”

Suddenly, I’m shy.

Which is a funny place to be when you’re kneeling next to a half-naked man with his hard cock in your hand.

He brings his hand to my wrist and gently tugs. “Lay down, Dylan.” His voice has taken on a husky tone, and it sends waves of pleasure through me. I have a feeling that my imagination is not nearly as good as what the real deal will prove to be.

I do, even though I know I won’t be able to stay on my back for too long. I hope that doesn’t ruin the mood for him.

My train of thought is turned off quickly as Cade removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor, leaving him completely, wonderfully naked.

The man is a gorgeous specimen.

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