Page 49 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“Caine,” I whisper his name in a plea, wanting him to go lower. Wanting his mouth on me everywhere. His fingers trail up my back while his mouth attacks my neck, and my hips start to rub against his cock.

“I feel the heat from your pussy right through my jeans,” he states, and I’m ready to be naked with him. I cross my hands in front of me, grabbing the hem of my shirt to pull it up over my head, leaving me in my white lace bra that’s the most delicate thing I’ve ever touched. I knew the minute I put it on today that I wanted him to tear it off me. I mean, not literally tear it off my body, but enough to drive him crazy to want to rip it off.

His two hands come up; his eyes mesmerized on my tits. My stomach gets all the butterflies that are humanly possible, making breathing hard. My chest pants as his hands come up to cup my breasts. His thumbs rub the peaked nipples, aching to be touched. “Um,” I start to say but stop when his head moves, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth through my bra. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. “Shit,” I say when my head falls back.

His mouth goes to the other nipple, and when he looks up at me, his eyes are like the deep ends of the ocean. All I want to do is get lost in him, get lost at this moment. “You’re exquisite,” he praises, kissing me in the middle of my chest. “You leave me breathless.”

I wait for him to look up at me, his eyes staring into mine. “I have to tell you something,” I say, and my heart speeds up for a whole different reason, “but I’m afraid you are going to freak out.” He wraps both arms around me, making sure I don’t leave him.

“I promise not to freak out,” he assures me, his voice soft and clear.

I take a deep inhale and try not to laugh, but I’m so nervous it comes out anyway, along with three words that might change everything. “I’m a virgin.”

twenty-two

Caine

I’m sitting on my couch with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on straddling me. I’ve just made her dinner and tried to woo the fuck out of her. The whole time my hands shake just to feel her, just to hold her, just to touch her. My eyes blink I think twice, maybe a hundred times, to be honest. “Caine.” She says my name, which shoots straight up my spine and then right to my dick. “Hey.” The softness of her voice has me blink one last time until it feels like I’m back on earth and not floating on a cloud close by.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize for what, I’m not even sure right now. “What did you just say?” Maybe I misunderstood. Maybe all the blood had drained from my head to my cock. Maybe…

“I said don’t freak out,” she repeats as her hands move from my chest toward my neck. “But you should know I’m a virgin.” Yup, I didn’t dream those words; she actually said them. “You’re freaking out.”

I swallow down the lump; at the same time I feel like my heart is going to literally burst out of my chest. “I’m not.” I say the words, but my head screams at me to act cool. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” She tries to joke with me, and I shake my head.

“It’s just that—” I start to say, and she pulls herself off me, and I stop her midway, turning her so her back is to my chest, one leg dangling between my legs. “Stop it.” She looks over at me, her chest rising and falling. The thin lace bra hiding nothing, her nipples pebbled from me sucking them.

“No,” she huffs, “I will not stop it. I’m finally with a guy I want to do all the things with.”

“All the things with?” I ask, repeating her words, still trying to process what she just said. Also still doing it miserably.

“Yes, all the things with,” she repeats in frustration. “I want to get naked with him. I want him to finger fuck me. I want to suck his cock, and then I want him to actually fuck me.” Her eyes stare into mine. “I want to do all those things.” She raises her hand to my face. “And I want to do them with you.” Her voice goes soft. “I want someone other than me to make me come.”

“Stop talking,” I urge, biting down on my teeth, the images of me doing all those things with her fill my head like a porn movie.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I want you to hear me. I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life before. Not like this.” She moves the leg dangling between my legs and puts it over my other one, pushing me back onto the couch as she moves her hands to her skirt. “Never like this.” She grabs the silky skirt, moving her fingers and the dress moves up with her fingers. “I want you to touch me everywhere.” Her skirt moves over her knees, showing me the milky white of her upper thighs. “Your touches make my skin burn.” Her skirt gets even higher, swishing right and left as she lifts it to the edge of where her panties are. “You make me tingle in places.” She moves the dress up, showing me the matching white lace panties. “Places where I need you to touch.” The dress is finally on top of her stomach. “Places I’ve touched thinking of you.” She moves her hands up her stomach to her breasts, running her nails over her pebbled tips, arching her back when she does it. “Places I want you to touch now.” She pulls the bra down, her tits nude. “Will you do that for me?” she whispers. “Will you touch me?”

“Fuck,” I swear, trying to do the right thing and not go apeshit and lock her in my house, making her my sex slave. “Grace, are you sure about this?” I ask again, waiting to see if she will answer me. Holding my breath, she nods. Then her mouth meets mine, her tongue going into my mouth, my arm wrapping around her waist, moving up, and cupping her tits, rolling her nipples. She lets go of my mouth to moan. “Put your feet on the couch and open your legs for me.” She follows my directions. “Do you know what I do every night and every morning?” I ask, seeing her chest rise and fall in short pants. “Every night in the shower I make myself come, thinking of you.” I move her up to suck her nipple into my mouth, then bite down on it. “And every morning after my workout, I do the same thing.”

“Yes.” She lifts her hips, making my hand move to rub her covered pussy, the heat coming out of the lace, the wetness on my fingers. “I dream about making you come,” she says and stops when I rub her again, stopping at her clit and moving right to left. She looks at me, the lust in her eyes. “With my mouth.”

I devour her mouth. Her tongue fights with mine as my fingers move her panties to the side, and then my fingers trace the side of her lips as they slowly move to her slit. I slide my two fingers down her slit. There is no mistaking she’s wet. “Caine,” she pants out my name when I rub a circle around her clit. “I—”

“Shh.” I hush her before I suck her nipple back into my mouth. “I know what you need.” I slide my index finger down and slide it into her. Both of us moan; her wetness sucks it in. “So wet for me,” I note as I slide my finger out to the tip and back in again, her pussy convulsing around the digit. “Milk my finger.” I suck her nipple again as I fuck her. “Think you can take another one?” I ask, and she lifts her hips, trying to get it deeper into her. “My girl wants another.”

“Yes.” Her eyes are glazed over, her breathing is now in pants. “I want more.”

“What does a good girl say?” I ask, pulling out of her pussy and sliding up to her clit. “A good girl says please.”

“Please, Caine,” she begs, “please finger fuck me with two fingers.” She licks her lips. “Make me come. Please.” The last word is a plea, and even if I wanted to stop right now, there is no way I would be able to.

“Your mouth will get you into trouble one day,” I tell her as I slip back down and slide two fingers into her. Her pussy strangles the fuck out of them. “One day when I’ve got you spread-eagle in my bed.” I move my fingers slowly at first to get her used to it. “And you’ve taken my cock a couple of times.” I suck her nipple as I pump into her, going a bit faster. “I’m going to tie you to my bed.” She moans and closes her eyes. “And fuck all that sass out of you.”

She opens her eyes. “Promise?” She moves her hips without even knowing she’s doing it. “Don’t make me those types of promises if you aren’t going to do them.”

“I’m a lot of things,” I hiss, “but a liar isn’t one of them.”

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