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God…yes…
"Hmm," I stalled, glancing up at the clock and seeing it was just a couple of minutes after eleven. "Let me change into my PJ's, and brush my teeth, then I'll hang out with you for a bit. No guarantees I'll stay awake much longer, though. Tomorrow is a work day for me, too."
I went to my room and changed into a pair of flannel pajamas, threw my robe on over them and brushed my teeth. When I returned, Cain had flipped the channel over to one of their subscribed stations, and some terror flick was on.
He had moved down to the end of the sofa.
"Come on," he said, patting the long stretch of sofa next to him. "Stretch out and put your feet in my lap. I'll give you one of my killer foot massages."
Hot damn.
I did as instructed, and within ten minutes, Cain could've asked anything of me and I would've complied.
My God!
This man had some magic fucking fingers that made me glad my feet were nowhere in the vicinity of my pussy, because if they had been, I'd have come about five times by now. He knew every single pressure point and made damn good use of them. I heard myself moan a couple of times, I won't lie; I couldn't help it.
My eyes were closed, but he knew I was still awake.
"So, you're a moaner, are you?"
I opened an eye to look at him.
God, he was so gorgeous when he was intense like that—which was nearly all the time. He hadn't even asked the question in jest. He was dead serious.
"Sometimes," I replied, "If the pleasure is just that good, I mean."
He pulled my feet up and off of his lap, setting them beside him as he moved towards me, his one knee dipped into the cushion on the sofa, his hands supporting his weight rested on either side of me. He hovered over me; his eyes were deadlocked on mine.
"Cain," I started, but never finished whatever it was I’d planned to say, which at the moment, eluded me, because his lips were now brushing against mine, his tongue ever-so-gently tracing my bottom one.
I closed my eyes and went with it, imagining how it would feel to be totally encased by this man. His lips and tongue teased mine almost playfully, but slowly and sensually, as if he were tasting me, centimeter by centimeter.
I raised my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, relishing in the warmth that I could feel with his closeness. Our kiss deepened, and I opened myself up to him, pulling his weight down upon me.
His lips moved slowly to my cheek, planting soft kisses there, his tongue gently lapped at my earlobe. He released a warm sigh against my ear that sent a shiver through me. His tongue traced the outside of my ear, and gently flicked at the edges, as his hands were now framing my rib cage, and moving towards my breasts.
He kneaded my breasts through the double layer of clothing, which still did nothing to repel the heat of his hands on me. His mouth moved to the very sensitive area of my neck, right below my ear, causing me to shiver yet again.
I could tell that he loved making me shiver, and he was an expert at finding other sensitive areas on my neck and throat, taking his time and making soft moans escape from my lips, as his lips and tongue found new ways of pleasuring my skin.
Something in me was responding to him in a way that I'd never done with any other man. For that moment, I didn't care about anything else but melting into him.
My legs struggled beneath him until he raised himself up a bit, so that I could f
ree them up in order to wrap them tightly around his hips.
I pressed myself into him, my legs as strong as a vise in pulling him into me.
I could feel his hardness against my groin as his lips now returned to my mouth, where he found new ways of positioning his lips and tongue, sucking gently on mine as a soft moan now escaped from him.
He thrust his hips gently against me, and mine instinctively rose up to do the same.
Shit…I haven't dry-fucked since eleventh grade.
Cain made no attempt to get underneath my clothing, which was good, because I actually think that no matter how good this felt, I would've stopped him from doing anything skin to skin below my neck.
We struck up a rhythm on the couch. I felt his hardness pressing and grinding against my clit, and that was quickly bringing me to a much-needed orgasm.
