Then his fingers move lower. Two of them enter me at once. Again, I gasp. He buries his head in the valley between my breasts as he moves his fingers inside me while I rest my head on his and tug on his wavy strands.
Then Cain stops. He withdraws his fingers and pushes me off him. I sit on the chaise. The next thing I know he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me. He takes off his jacket and tie, tossing both aside. Then he unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and grabs my hips.
He pulls me forward and takes off my drenched panties. Then he grips my thighs. Curious, I glance down to see him burying his mouth between my legs. I feel his tongue against me and grip his shoulders as I let out a moan.
What the…?
I feel it inside me and I shudder. A curse leaves my lips.
His wicked tongue seems to be exploring my passage, rubbing it, lapping up the evidence of my pleasure as I feel my body melt even more. Then I feel his tongue flick against my nub. I grab his hair as my body arches. My toes curl.
Cain drags his tongue over and over my pleasure button and I start to go mad. I can’t even keep track of the sounds I’m making anymore, or make sense of everything that’s happening. When his fingers plunge inside me, stroking me while his tongue continues to work its magic, I start to unravel.
My mind explodes. My body shatters. A thick haze of pleasure wraps around me so that even after Cain’s tongue and fingers leave me, I still feel lost. I lean back as I wait to catch my breath.
I’ve barely done that when Cain captures my mouth. I taste something sweet on his tongue. After the kiss, he lifts my legs onto the chaise and pushes me back so that I’m lying on down. As he climbs on top of me, I realize that his belt is already undone, his pants unzipped so I can see the bulge in his boxers.
I want to touch him but I don’t have the strength. Cain takes his cock out himself and slips a condom on. Then he lifts my thigh and enters me. I’m so soaking wet that his cock becomes completely sheathed inside me after just a few thrusts.
I grip the edge of the chaise as Cain starts moving. With each thrust, my numbed body starts to feel again. Freshly lit fires start beneath my skin and excitement courses through my veins anew.
He jerks his hips faster and I start to moan. His cock reaches places inside me that his fingers never could. It provides friction more exquisite than his tongue did.
As his pace becomes erratic, my pulse starts to race. My body enters a second fever.
I reach my second breaking point at the same time Cain gives in to the pleasure for the first time. As his cock quivers inside me, I tremble. My cries mingle with his grunts.
Afterwards, he goes still and silent except for his gasps for air. I, too, pant as I draw gulps of oxygen back to my deprived lungs.
After Cain moves off me, I remain still. I look up at the moon, now higher and brighter than before. A smile forms on my lips.
“Feel better?” Cain asks me.
I turn my head and see him fixing his clothes. I turn on my side so that I’m facing him.
“Yes.”
He stops and stares at me.
“What?” I ask him.
“You look like Cleopatra or someone posing for a painting,” he says.
“Is that so?”
I shift my body to imitate the pose of Rose from Titanic. Then I deliver a variation of her line in a British accent.
“Can you paint me wearing only this?”
Cain grins. “You look…”
He stops suddenly, and I realize why as I hear footsteps approaching.
Shit.
I get off the chaise and put my panties back on as fast as I can. I grab my gown and slip into it as Cain puts his jacket on.
I’m about to ask him to zip me up when the doors open and the lights in the room come on.
“Oh,” Grae says. “I was just…”
He stops to look at me and Cain. I see anger flicker in his eyes as he marches forward.
Not again.
I stand in front of Cain.
“Stop,” I tell Grae firmly. “If you lay a finger on Cain again, I swear I’ll never forgive you.”
That stops him in his tracks. He still looks furious, though.
“I was right to punch you,” he tells Cain.
Cain doesn’t answer.
“And you.” He looks at me. “I’m disappointed in you.”
What?
“I know Mom said some stuff to you tonight that she shouldn’t have, but I guess you are still a child if you give up your body to a man just to prove her wrong.”