12
Ram
Cadie is mine. All mine. Everything feels lighter somehow. All this worry about her fretting over some other guy is gone. The worry that she wasn’t as into me as I am into her, gone. Now it’s us, together, and I’m looking forward to our future as a couple. I don’t want anyone else. I have no interest in fucking anyone else or getting better at it. All I want is to get better at fucking her, and only her.
“I love you,” I blurt out like an idiot.
I shouldn’t have said that. It’s too soon. It’ll scare her away. She’ll think I’m moving too fast.
She surprises me by saying, “I love you too.” No hesitation, no reluctance. Her words are plain as day and full of emotion. I scoop her up into my arms. I need her right now. I need her so fucking bad.
I don’t take her to the bed because I know that’s the bed they shared, and though I know he’s not a threat, I don’t like the idea of it. I carry her to the couch. The dog jumps up and scrambles away.
This isn’t some gentle, romantic session. No, this is something else. This is animalistic. It’s us taking out all of our issues, expelling our demons. It’s getting rid of everything we have pent up inside. We strip off each other’s clothes in a frenzy. My mouth finds her naked breast and my lips clamp down around her nipple.
“Yes,” she cries, her head falling back as I devour the other breast.
When I let go of her, she drops to her knees in front of me, worshipping my cock. Her long, soft tongue traces a wet line from my balls and up my shaft to the head, where she dips the tip of her tongue into the slit.
She looks sexy doing it. I watch her every move as she opens her mouth wide and swallows my length deep into her throat. I groan, and pull my fingers through her hair. She tries to take it all, but it’s impossible. A valiant effort, though. She pulls back then dives right back in for more, causing wave after wave of pleasure. I hold the back of her head steady and slowly fuck her silky mouth. With one hand she plays with my balls, kneading the skin, rolling them between her fingers. With her other hand, she strokes the base of my cock.
She brings me to the edge and I pull out of her mouth before I can tip over the point of no return.
I pull her up into my arms and kiss her. She looks surprised.
“What?” I say, breaking the kiss.
“Um, I didn’t think guys liked to kiss after …” She nods down at my dick.
I smile at her shyness of saying certain words. “When are you going to learn I’m not like most guys?”
I kiss her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth, letting her know that when it comes to being with her, nothing that could bring us pleasure is off limits. We are trailblazers and our bodies are uncharted territory for both of us, wide-open spaces in need of exploring.
“I need you so bad,” I tell her, my breath heavy with lust.
“Then take me,” she insists.
I spin her around so fast she lets out a startled laugh.
“Oh!” she says when I bend her over the arm of the couch so her delectable ass is up in the air. Slowly, I enter her from behind. “Oh, fuck.” Her voice gets deeper and then there are no more words, just sounds.
She rolls her hips. The smooth, fluid motion reminds me of the way she dances. I slow my thrusts to watch the show, hypnotized by her the same way I was when I watched her on stage. We find a beautiful rhythm together. The muscles flexing in her back when she moves, the musical sound of her voice as she moans, these things mesmerize me.
“Ram,” she says.
She’s either saying my name or making a demand. I respond by pushing harder into her. Her body rewards me by squeezing my cock.
I want to see her face. I want to feel her under me. I pull out. Her disappointment is almost comical.
“It’s okay, baby. It’ll only take a second,” I assure her.
I’m not happy about leaving the warmth and comfort of her body either. We fit together too perfectly to ever be apart—in more ways than one.
Once she’s on her back on the couch, and I slide back into her, we both sigh in relief. We look into each other’s eyes. I kiss the tip of her nose. If there was any doubt of her feelings about me before, there isn’t anymore. Every ounce of emotion is written all over her face. I have no doubt that this woman loves me and I love her.
Her fingers grip my back, nails digging into my flesh. I thrust faster. Her eyelids flutter. I push harder, never letting my gaze travel further than her face. I want to watch the moment it happens, the moment I push her to the brink.
This is a different kind of ‘making love.’ Not slow and sweet the way you see in movies. This is something else. Our bodies slap together with force. It’s aggressive and blinding, a flurry of motion, but our eyes never leave each other’s. This is our kind of love. Exciting and new and different for both of us. We’re still trying to figure it out. We’re learning each other. I’ve never had this much fun being schooled.
“Oh shit,” she says, her eyes widening.
Her jaw clenches and her body comes off the couch, pressing her chest to mine. “Keep your eyes open, baby,” I say to her. “Look at me.”
She obeys, and I get to watch the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen—my girl—lose herself to me.