He felt so good, so strong with every slow, slow penetrating thrust, every fiery sensation traveled through her body in a shock wave of pleasure. She felt impaled down to her soul.
When they were both panting and sweating and quaking for release, he plunged down to his balls and up to her blazing core. He remained there for seconds at a time, pulsing in wet heat, deep, so deep inside her that her eyes blurred with tears of ecstasy. When he dragged back out completely, Ivy mewed, the aching void in her pussy throbbing for him. Her vagina flared and rippled and ached at every one of his minute absences, and a shot of pure bliss tore through her when he thrust again, filling her, stretching her open to him.
He was so lost in the pleasure of his thrust, they we
re both so utterly lost in each other, they no longer spoke, but the sounds of their pleasure echoed in the room, their breathing broken only by their moans, Cade’s body so completely possessing her, so completely overpowering her, Ivy was the first to break in orgasm.
She sought his kiss, shuddering as she felt his mouth covering hers, penetrating her with what he could. Her tremors started subsiding, and he tore his mouth away and flipped her around, entering her pussy while it still rippled from behind.
He impaled her even harder in that position, dragging her up on all fours, and Ivy hadn’t realized she could climax so many times. Pleasure like this had never existed in her mind. Pleasure so dark and deep, it bordered on pain, on beautiful, all-consuming pain. He latched onto her hickey with his lips, grazing it with his teeth, gently suckling it back into the blazing heat of his mouth.
They didn’t speak.
They didn’t need to.
Their bodies were in perfect synchrony, their gasps and groans spoke more than words. Cade slid his hand down her abdomen and thumbed the nub of her clit with slow, easy strokes, and the pleasure hit her from all sides, exploding through her in a massive orgasm. She cried out for him, “Cade!”
He intensified his strokes with both his cock and his fingers in her pussy, growling into her ear, “I want to come inside you.”
“You can! I’m protected!” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he pinched her clit and surprisingly pushed her to another explosive orgasm. “Come inside me. Come inside me, Cade!”
“Ah, God.”
His fingers clenched in her pussy, striving to keep the rhythm as he broke out in a hard, loud orgasm. His breath tore out of him, a warm, sweet blast at her nape as he continued riding her, prolonging their pleasure to levels beyond her understanding. Ivy was so loose, so wet, and so primed, she came again for him as ecstasy knifed through her at each of the four times his cock spurted and jerked deliciously hot inside of her.
They lay in an almost comatose state for probably an hour, panting and entangled, occasionally kissing, slowly at first, with gratitude, and then, a particularly long, languorous kiss once more rekindled them like wildfire.
After they’d fucked a third time on the carpet, Cade carried her tiredly to his bed. Ivy lay on her side, every inch of her body sore and aware of him—of his body, curled against her backside. The press of his lips against the nape of her neck, barely there. His warm breath stirring the hair there. His smell of autumn, earthy and warm. The heat that emanated from his body. The curve of his arm around her waist, his large male body spooning the back of her smaller frame.
His chest rose and fell against her, and she felt safe, so safe, for a moment she forgot that for the past few months, she had been so scared.
No one had ever made her feel so protected, but tonight, this night, it was as if nothing could touch her but this man whose caress she wanted more than anything. And for the first time in months, Ivy Summers could sleep.
* * *
Cade woke up to the sound of the doorbell. Groggily, he sat up in bed and glared at the clock. Nine a.m. He hadn’t planned to appear in his office today, and since he was the boss, everyone could just as well screw it. Still, he couldn’t imagine who would ever visit him. People usually knew better than to annoy him.
He turned to Ivy, blond hair tangled all over her head, her arms draped over her pillow, and that strange emotion in his chest came back with a vengeance.
He impulsively kissed her forehead, then he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and padded down the hall to open the door.
“Ever heard of charging your phone?”
Cade scowled at Luke Preston, a good friend, and a damn handful. Not to mention, he always had a mouthful of shit to say.
“What the fuck do you want, Preston?” He moved to his kitchen to put on some coffee while Luke invited himself inside and shut the door, his diamond earrings glinting in the morning light.
Cade turned on his cappuccino machine. He could hire people to do this shit, but their presence disturbed him. He was not a big people person. “If I didn’t take your call, asshole, then I sure as hell am less inclined to take your visit,” he told Luke past his shoulder.
His friend was surveying his kitchen as if for clues. “We’ve been speculating on the reason you missed poker night for the first time in, oh, roughly ten years.”
“Speculate away.”
“There’s money involved.”
Cade cocked a brow. “How much?”
“A hundred K. Daniel says you were at work. Graves says you can’t stand my fuckface anymore. And I say…” He peered in the direction of the hall, where all was still and quiet, then nodded at the basket full of fresh vegetables on the center of the kitchen island. “I say you finally broke your ten-year celibacy streak and were fucking. So. Am I right or am I right?”