Kaden
She wants this too. Yes! I want this. She wants this. We all want this.
I tune out my errant thoughts and breathe against her mouth as I try to make her understand. How do I make her understand the fact that I am a little different?
"I am barely hanging on Sera. I have certain…needs and I don't want it to be too much for you."
She doesn't let me continue before she impishly licks my bottom lip, and I give in. I can't help it, she's so soft, smells so good, and I am helpless against her. With a groan I open up for her. I just met this girl, but she has me tied up in knots already. I'm still careful though. She's so precious, and my past has taught me I tend to break precious things.
Almost like she knows what I am thinking, my little minx presses herself even further into me and starts nibbling on my skin.
"Stop holding back," a kiss on my neck. "You're so tense you're making me tense" Soft lips close over my nipple through the shirt. "If you're worried, Kaden, I already told you, I can take it." A hard lick from my neck to my jaw.
"You can take it? You're sure?" I stop her roaming hands and bend my head to see her face. Damn, she's beautiful. All that red hair cascading down her shoulder like liquid fire, swamp-green eyes wide and dilated, lips so lush I could lose myself kissing them.
"I don't want to hurt you," I grind out. My throat feels tight, and I'm literally trembling now; my body is roaring with need, and I am sure I will die if she doesn't give me a sign.
I'm wondering if how I'm feeling is even normal when she takes a step back, her hands leaving me, and I deflate. It was too good to be true. Fuck, Kade, you've done it this time. The first girl who hasn't run screaming from your scars, and you've scared her off with your broken brain and your inability to just. go. with. the. flow. Taking a deep breath, I try to compose myself to say that I'll walk her downstairs after I call her a taxi, but the words die on my lips as I raise my head.
Sera is spread out on my bed like a decadent feast, wrapped up in that damn black lacy number I glimpsed earlier in the evening, her black dress is on the floor, and those pink heels I want pressed into my back when I take her for the first time are pressed into the bed.
"I told you, stop holding back." A wicked grin crosses those deep red lips I want wrapped around my dick, as she smirks "Or should I just do the honors myself?" The words are barely out of her mouth before I'm on her. I grab her hips and pull her towards me, bending my head to do what I wanted to do since I first saw her on the dance floor. Sucking on her center through the flimsy lace, I hear a sharp intake of breath, but I am too far gone to listen. Thoughts flit in and leave almost immediately on all I want to do to her. The lacy bit is lovely, but I need it off now. She's so fucking wet. I need to see if she tastes like fire. Running my tongue along her wet seams, her soft moan spurns me on. Need to know what other sounds I can draw from that pretty mouth. The lace is still lovely, but I NEED it fucking off right now.
I don't even know I've been speaking aloud until she moans out a soft "Yes, take it off," and her hands reach down to try and unclasp the hook. Too slow, I need to taste her. Undress her. Touch her. Fuck her now. Need her like I need air to breathe.
Impatient, I pull at the flimsy garment and tear it. Luckily it rips right down the middle, leaving her wide open from neck down. Leaning back a bit, I savor her nakedness. Round, soft breasts are firmly clasped in each hand, while those eyes pierce into me. I feel like she can see straight down into the broken parts of me. Shaking those thoughts off, I turn my attention to her beautiful folds. Wet and glistening, I dive in like the starving man I am. The first lick drags a louder moan out of her. Oh God, she tastes like fire and something spicy. That sound does terrible things to me, I must hear it again. I press a little harder the second time and add a little roll with my tongue. Her hips jerk off the bed, but I hold her down, and go back in, licking, sucking, tasting. I distantly hear myself humming but I can't help it, she tastes so good. When I feel her hands pulling my hair, and her legs start to tremble, I push two fingers into her without warning, crooking them just right and she explodes. Her walls clamp my fingers so tightly while she pulses around my mouth and a soft groan leaves her. I lap up all her juices, lick her clean, then look up and smile.
"One"
Still trying to catch her breath, she looks at me a little confused. "Wh…What?"
Shrugging calmly despite the fact that my pulse is a run-away train, and I'm so hard it hurts, I say "I'm counting how many times I can make you come tonight. So, One." Not giving her a chance to answer, I crawl over her and kiss her on the lips, only a little worried she might not want to taste herself on my tongue. My worries are unfounded as she eagerly raises her face to mine, strong arms slipping around me, as she further presses herself into me.
Lying back down, she smirks and says "So, one. How are you getting a second one out of me?"
I don't smile back when I say, "Now I fuck you, that's two. Then you fuck me, that's three."
Matching my seriousness, she sits up, runs her fingers down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as she leans up to run her tongue over my lips with a soft whisper of "And then what?"
It's now my turn to smile, as I lean my forehead on hers, my breath ghosting over hers through my whisper "Then the real fun begins."
Sera
I look up at the man kneeling on the bed above me. With the light filtering in from the window, he looks like a dark god. He truly is a specimen of a man. His black shirt hangs open, and I can see how ripped he is. However, the icing on the cake for me is his face. Close cropped black hair leaves bare the most symmetrical face I've ever seen in my life. His eyes are an astonishing gray I first mistook for contacts, and with his roman nose, full pink lips, and that bronze skin from his mixed ancestry, all of Kaden is truly stunning. The scar that runs from temple to his jaw, and into his shirt mars that god-like image though, but I like it. It turns his face from extremely pretty looking to something dangerous and wild that makes me cross my legs together.
He notices the movement, and slowly shrugs out of his shirt, getting up to unbuckle his jeans, and his boxers with it. I'm not sure when and how his sweater came off, but I don't really care as he watches me with those intense eyes, wraps one scarred hand around his dick, and strokes it. A bead of precum is at the tip, and without thinking, I lick it off. The next thing I know, I'm flat on the bed, with my legs around his waist as he slides into me. We both moan at the feeling, his eyes closing briefly. My momentary admiration for his lashes is driven sharply from my mind when Kaden starts to move. Strong arms brace over me; he slides out then slams back in till he is fully sheathed in me. He is so hard, so warm, and I feel so full. My breath stutters in my throat, and something embarrassingly like a whine slips out. I almost want to cover my mouth but all that's forgotten when he starts to move again. Each thrust unfurls something within me, and soon I'm lifting my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.
"So good, Sera, you feel like silk wrapped around my cock, taking me so well."
Another embarrassingly loud sound slips out of me, and it seems to spur him on, because he pulls fully out, then slides back in at a different angle as he tilts my hips up even further into him. This new position presses me further into him, so when he leans down and captures one nipple into his mouth, I can't help it when I breathe out "I need…harder..."
Almost like he was waiting for my permission, his teeth close around my breast, and he bites down hard, simultaneously flicking his fingers across my clit. The combination of pain and pleasure does it, as I cum, hard and black out for a few seconds. Kaden strokes me gently, slowing down his thrusts until I can breathe again, then he whispers "Two," and pulls out of me. Despite just seeing stars, I still want him, and his dick shows how much he still wants me too. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, the thought fleetingly surfaces that it's not normal to want someone this much, but it disappears when he places those full lips on mine and kisses me slowly, and deeply. His tongue gently slips in to tangle with mine and my mouth fills with a taste of whiskey and something warm and dark that's distinctly Kaden. He pulses against me urgently, and I wrap my hand around his dick again, causing him to hiss between his teeth and throw his head back.
Roughly, he rolls us so I'm now on top of him, and I watch him lie down like he has no care in the world. His hard dick, the pulse jumping in his throat, as well as his tense muscles refute that belief, however. Stroking him from tip to base, I watch his throat muscles clench as he swallows hard, then I ask again "Now what?"
Looking up at me with eyes now blown black with desire, he replies hoarsely "Now you do whatever you like with me. Just fuck me, please."