Mere words can't describe my excitement over seeing her. Something happened between us two weeks ago that's changed everything. I'm not sure if it was when I admitted to her that I haven't been with another woman since we met, or if it was that unbelievably hot phone sex we had, or maybe it was when I told her she was my girl. I can't pinpoint the exact moment, but all I know is that I woke up the next day and I felt committed.
Didn't matter that my girl was in Ireland and I was in Arizona. Didn't matter that I had no clue how to make this work, or if there could possibly be a happily ever after for either of us. All I know is that when I woke up, my first thoughts were of Cady and how right things felt.
Maybe all people should develop their relationships first by getting to know each other on a deeper level. I know when you're consumed with sex and lust, there's usually no room to focus on the truly important details. At least, that's been my experience with women. I've fucked them and because they never showed me anything else in that short time period together, I was never interested enough in them to take it further.
Not so with Cady.
Every email we've exchanged, every text that has been sent... every time we've talked on the phone for hours, it has been with the single solitary purpose of making a connection on a non-physical level. Sure, we may have started out physically, but distance made that impossible to continue. I knew there was something about her that was special. Thank fuck I emailed her that first time so I could continue to delve into this friendship.
A flash of black hair catches my eye, and I focus in. There she is... slowly riding the escalator down with a bright red carry-on sitting beside her. Her eyes are scanning the crowd below her and she actually passes her gaze right over me, but then her attention snaps back.
Our eyes lock... her lips curve upward, and my heart almost fucking jumps out of my chest.
I walk forward almost in a dream, lost in that look she's giving me. It's one of endearment, excitement, and even a hint of desire swirling in her blue eyes.
I'm there waiting when she steps off the escalator, straight into my arms. Hugging her tight, I inhale her scent... citrus and vanilla, before pulling back slightly. Her lips are parted as she stares up at me, her gaze candid in its forthrightness.
"I missed you," she murmurs, and I answer her with a kiss.
A deep, tongue-filled, groanin-my-throat kiss that bends her backward and has her fingertips digging into my back. She purrs in response, which causes lust to start boiling inside of me, and I wisely pull away from her before I end up with a huge boner stretching the front of my jeans.
"Missed you too," I tell her as I lean over to grab her carry-on. Grabbing her hand, I pull her quickly through the airport. "Let's get out of here."
"What's the rush?" she asks as she has to slightly jog to keep match with my pace.
"We have to be at Linc and Ever's for Thanksgiving dinner in two hours. That doesn't leave us much time with traffic." I quicken my pace further and pull her along.
"Much time?" she pants.
I stop abruptly, and she runs into my back. Turning on her, I slip a hand behind her head and pull her toward me. A swift kiss to her lips with a tiny bite before I murmur, "Time to fuck you, baby. I'm dying to be back inside of you, and there's no way I can wait until after dinner."
Cady rewards me with a blinding grin, tucking her fingers just marginally into the waistband of my jeans. She gives me a little jerk toward her and says, "Now that sounds like an excellent plan."
***
Fuck yes.
Cady... stunningly naked and splayed out on my bed before me. Upon entering my house, I slammed the door shut and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and practically running to my bedroom. It took less than fifteen seconds for both of us to shed our clothes, and then I gave her a soft push backward onto my bed.
She looks at me now, her eyes glittering with need and a sexy smile on her lips.
"Whatcha waiting for?" she asks as she props herself up on her elbows, which thrusts her breasts out. They're exactly perfect and just the way I remembered them. Her skin is pale, and I know firsthand how soft it is.
I also remember how responsive she is, and my first order of business is to get her off quickly.
Crawling onto the bed, I roughly push her legs apart and slide my hands up her thighs. Her eyes flutter closed, and her head falls back on the pillows. She knows what's coming... I've done it to her before. Twice as a matter, of fact, and I know she loves it.
Bending over, I push my face hard in between her legs and my cock starts a throbbing ache when she groans loudly. Her fingers lace into my hair and then grip it hard, pushing me down against her. She's wanton and needy but not afraid to show me what she wants.
And I give it to her.
Lips, tongue, teeth, fingers.
I pump, lick, suck, and bite.
Within minutes, she's crying out, her hips gyrating against my mouth, and I feel like I just won the Stanley Cup.
When her cries turn to whimpers, I ease up off her, wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, and give her a wicked grin. She smiles back at me, still panting, with a beautiful, orgasmic flush coating her skin from neck to chest.
It takes me mere moments to slap a condom on and then I lean over, supporting my body above her with my arms. She lifts her face to me, and I reward her with a kiss. It's soft with just a flick of my tongue against hers before I pull back.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her sincerely. Because she is... the most beautiful woman I know.
"And you're the sweetest."
"Not going to fuck you too sweetly right now, baby," I warn her as I reach down to take my cock in hand. I rub it up against her... feeling the heat of her burn against me. Her eyes roll back, and my balls start to throb with terrible need. "But I'll go nice and slow later tonight."
Cady wraps her hands around my neck, pulling my face down. Her lips part and we kiss again... so deeply, groaning over the contact, the feel, and the flavors. With just a sharp flex of my hips, I push into her.
So tight... wet... hot.
Everything I remembered, and yet so much more because now actual feelings are involved. I sink into her deeply, my pelvis mashed into hers, and then I hold absolutely still. I watch Cady's face a moment, wishing I had the talent to paint her right now. She exudes pure bliss and harmony, and she makes me feel as if this is the most special moment of her life.
I had intended to fuck her hard because the need to come is blistering. Yet, I don't want to disturb the gentle play of emotions on her face, so I pull back slowly and sink back in at the same pace.
"Oh," Cady whispers, and her lips curve up. Her eyes slowly open and lock with mine. "You feel so good, Zane. Like you were made for me."
Yeah, I know what she means. Never fucking felt this before and our gazes become intently focused on one another while I leisurely pump in and out of her body. I lower my elbows to the mattress, bringing my entire upper body flush with hers. Her legs wrap around my back, and she raises a hand to stroke my cheek.
We pant, moan, and gyrate slowly against each other. Our eyes never stray from one another, almost as if we're afraid the other may be a hallucination and will disappear. It's intense, with deep emotional pull.
All too soon, I feel my balls start to tighten and tension start to coil in my lower back. I'm close to blowing, but I don't want this to ever end. Besides that... I don't want to fall without Cady. I push deeply into her and hold still, pushing back up on my arms. Sliding one hand in between our bodies, I rub my fingers back and forth over her clit, causing Cady to jerk.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her legs clamp hard against my ribs. Her breath starts pushing out in sharp little bursts. I'm so in tune with the way she's come before, I know she's only seconds away. I get back in on the action, resuming my thrusts in and out of her... going maybe a little harder, a little deeper, but not that much faster. I still want to drag this out as long as I can.
My orgasm starts to pulse... contracts inward.
"I'm going to come," I warn Cady as I press down on her clit and rub in circles.
She cries out and arches her upper back off the bed, and I know she's shattering right now. It's all over for me as I watch pleasure ripple through her.
I slam inside of her, grinding against her hard, and my head drops to her shoulder. "F-u-u-c-k," I moan against her skin as I start to come.
Wave after wave of pleasure... almost harsh in nature... flows through me, and I swear my vision even starts to go dim as I realize I'm experiencing the most profoundly deep and blistering orgasm of my entire life. It's more than just physical release... even as I spill myself into her, I can feel my heart swelling up and bulging outward with emotion.
Lifting my head up, I blink to clear my eyes and look at Cady. Her own eyes are closed, a lazy smile on her face. A single tear slips out, sliding over her cheekbone and toward her ear. I don't even need to ask if she's okay. I can tell by the peacefulness on her face that her tear was one of good emotion, not negative.
Pulling her into my arms, I roll to the side and concentrate on the feel of her heartbeat against mine. I wonder to myself how in the hell I'm ever going to let her go back to Ireland.
Chapter 11
Cady