I wanted to believe that he was there because he wanted to be, but there was a nagging thought that wouldn’t go away. What if it was all a joke? What if he was going to get me to the brink of an orgasm only to kick me out of his room? Before I’d any further time to think, Cayden stopped fingering me and removed his two fingers. He grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed.
“Get comfy,” he said, handing me the pillow. I put it under my neck, elevating my head so I could see the show that he was about to put on. I suddenly became very nervous. Brad had never wanted to go down on me. He told me that it was gross, but he had never turned down a blowjob. I’d never had an orgasm from oral sex before. What if Cayden was grossed out? What if I couldn’t come from oral sex?
Breathe, I told myself as Cayden headed back down toward my pussy as he licked the side of my mouth.
As he repositioned himself, I noticed the giant bulge in his boxers. His cock might have been too big. Was that possible? I needed to know what it felt like inside of me, but a mild wave of panic had me worrying that we were in for a comedy of errors.
He slipped two fingers back inside of me, as he positioned himself to go down on me. I was nervous. No one had ever kissed me there before. I’d wanted Brad to, but he never followed up with my request. I’d seen it in porn that I’d masturbated to, and it always looked like it would feel great. I would soon find out.
With his fingers inside of me, Cayden leaned down and began to kiss my clit. His lips softly began to suck on my clit as he continued to finger fuck me. He sucked my clit for a few seconds, before removing his fingers. He began at the top of my pussy and licked all the way down, stopping at my ass. I groaned as he used his fingers to spread my pussy lips further open. The strong press of his tongue darting in and out of my opening had me quivering.
“Please don’t stop,” I managed to blurb out.
My orgasm built higher and higher inside of me. Was it okay to come in his face? Fuck. I didn’t know how this was supposed to happen.
And I was in such a vulnerable position, but there was no way I was going to be able to hold back when the time came, and it was coming, fast.
I groaned and gave myself over to it. Fuck it. I’d figure it out. I gripped my nipple and tugged a little with one hand, and let the other run through Cayden’s hair, pushing him deeper into my wet need.
His tongue moved faster and faster, swirling around my clit and going in and out of my pussy. His index finger was making circles around my ass. My ass had never been played with before, but I loved the feeling. I ground against Cayden’s face harder. I wanted his tongue deeper and, I wanted his finger in my ass.
“Tell me what you want, Tiffany,” he whispered against my sloppy wet slit. “Sat it.”
“My ass,” I mumbled before whimpering. Had I really just said that shit to him? Out loud?
Before I could grow embarrassed, he slipped the tip of his finger into my ass. I exploded, my body buckling with the best orgasm of my life. I shook from head to toe and let out a long string of needy moans.
He mumbled something against my pussy, but kept after it, licking and sucking as if he were drinking me down.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, still grinding against the pleasure he offered me. When the moment subsided, I collapsed on the bed. Cayden joined me at the top of the bed. His face was glistening with my release. He moved up to kiss me, and I tasted myself for the first time. I leaned into him, wanting him to know how much I appreciated him loving on me. He had no clue how freeing his actions made me feel.
“Good, I take it?” he asked. I laughed and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
“So incredible,” I said, kissing him again. “That was actually my first orgasm from oral sex.”
Cayden looked at me with a surprised look on his face. “Really? Well, that will be just one of many,” he said. “Let me grab a condom and we’ll see if we can’t put that one to shame.”
“Yes, please.” I stretched out as he got off the bed and put a condom on. The minute he moved back above me, my heart started to race. Would he fit? It had been a year, and Brad wasn’t nearly as big as the handsome bastard moving up my body in search of his own release.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He laid on top of me and brushed his nose by mine as the head of his cock pressed against my pulsing opening.
“Let me give you a blowjob first. I owe you that,” I said and reached up to touch his handsome face. I felt bad that there was no foreplay involved for him. Brad would have demanded it.
“Not a chance, and you don’t owe me anything, woman. Just make love to me,” he said with a passion that I feared might score my heart. “I need you right now.”
He pressed in deeper and we both shared a groan, the tension beyond good. He not only fit, but he was going to bring me to come over and over. I’d no doubt after the first thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Tiffany,” he said. “Stop me if you need to, baby.”
He pressed his lips to the side of my throat and slipped his hands between me and the bed, cupping my ass before rocking slow and hard into me.
I wrapped my legs around him and lifted my hips, wanting every inch he could give me. Pleasure and passion held me captive as I closed my eyes and held him tight. He turned his head and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue making its way into my mouth as we fucked each other. He surprised me moments later when he moaned into my mouth and jerked back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Worry raced through me as my body begged for more of him.
“I don’t want this to end,” he said. I reached up and kissed him again, pulling him in closer.
“It’s just the beginning,” I told him in between kisses. I hoped it really was just the beginning. I would be completely heartbroken if this was a one-night stand.
He began to work me again. Some thrusts were short and hard and others long and slow. He pulled his cock back to the thick head and rolled his hips, leaving me whining for more of him. I’d never get tired of the feel of him taking his need out on me. The very thought had me concerned.
“So good,” he mumbled.
“More,” I said. He continued to fuck me. Beads of sweat formed on his face and traveled down and onto his chest. He was putting in work, and I was turned on even more.
As he fucked me, I started to play with my clit. I used my fingers to trace circles around it. As Cayden picked up the speed, I began to rub my clit faster and faster. The second orgasm of the night was building inside of me.
I wrapped my legs around Cayden, pushing him deeper inside of me. While his cock initially hurt at first, it felt so good. I wanted him to go as deep as possible. We were moving together as one, our bodies responding to each other’s movements. Even with Brad, the sex wasn’t like this. This type of sex was something I’d never experienced before.
Cayden’s body tensed up. He must be close to exploding. I was, too. I couldn’t believe I was about to have back-to-back orgasms. Another first. He moved faster, and as he did, I began to play with my clit faster.
“Fuck!” he screamed out. I felt his cock pulsate inside of me and my own release danced along the edge of desire.
I grabbed Cayden’s back, trying to push him further and further. That’s all I needed. He plowed into the perfect spot.
My second orgasm was even more intense than the first one. I closed my eyes and moaned Cayden’s name. Finally, our orgasms subsided, and Cayden collapsed on the bed next to me. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, both of us trying to regain our breath, although Cayden had done most of the work.
After a while, Cayden finally spoke.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted. I smiled as he leaned over to kiss my nose.
“Me, too,” I said. Cayden began to softly stroke my naked thigh as he laid back down on the pillow.
“I like you a lot,” he said softly, his eyes heavy.
I wanted to respond, but I was terrified. Doubts and second guesses still raced through my mine. Instead of replying, I closed my eyes and wondered how I’d gotten myself into this situation.
And was it prudent to try and get out of it? I wasn’t sure.
Chapter 9