Page 40 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

I had waited years to be this close to Cayden and didn't want to wait any longer. "Take me to your bed, Cayden."

Cayden stepped back, reached out a hand, and pulled me off the table. He then pulled us down the hallway to his bedroom, his fingers wrapping around my hand.

His room was dark, with the curtains half drawn. It was comfortable and warm, though. Some pictures of the guys were hanging on the wall, and a big puffy chair was in the corner.

Cayden kissed me once more, his lips parting mine, and his tongue filled my mouth, taking my breath away. We fumbled backward onto the bed, and I landed on him. Cayden stared at me, a smirk pulled at his lips.

"You're sure about this?"

I nodded. I regretted many things in life, but this wasn't one of them. "Would you like me to dance half-naked for you first?" I teased, pulling at my skirt.

We were both moving quickly. His clothes were being pulled off, and the rest of mine disappeared. I was still on his lap, and Cayden stared at me, his hands scooting me closer to him.

"You're staring," I whispered, feeling the need to hide myself. The lights might not be on, but I knew he could see everything.

He smirked. "I'm saving the mental image of you for later."

"Later?"

He nodded. "Yeah, when I get a hard-on in the shower, I have something to work off. I'll be replaying this over and over."

I placed my hands on his chest, running my fingers over his muscles. Cayden leaned forward, his lips pressed against mine tightly. Then, the world seemed to freeze up for a moment when Cayden looked at me. I watched his eyes soften, his hand reached up, and his fingers pulled my chin up slightly.

"You're sure about this?" he asked. I nodded my head, not wanting him to stop.

Cayden moved slightly, and I felt his cock press against my entrance. Cayden didn't move, which was giving me all the power. I leaned forward, kissing him as I lowered myself. Cayden growled into my ear, inhaling sharply. "Fuck, you’re tight."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, and I slightly rocked my hips back and forth. My nails dug into his skin, and Cayden's hands tightened on my hips. A soft moan slipped out of me, and Cayden quickly flipped us, and I landed on my back.

This wasn't going to be slow. Neither of us wanted to make love. This was years of want building up, and we both wanted this more than anything. It was fucking. Primal and dirty.

"Don't stop," I said, feeling his breath hot against my skin as he moved quicker. Cayden growled low in my ear with each thrust. His body pressed against me, and I felt the build-up forming in the pit of my stomach. I was so close, and it was a new feeling. Brad never got me close when we fucked, and it never felt like this.

Cayden reached a hand down, his finger grazing my clit, adding another new sensation to me. My toes curled, and my head rolled back.

"Oh god," I moaned, feeling myself growing close to an orgasm. Cayden didn't slow. If anything, he moved quicker, fucking deeper into me until we both came. I cried out as the waves crashed into me over and over.

Cayden tumbled to the side, and we both panted, trying to catch our breath. I felt hot, and my head felt lighter than I had ever felt before.

"That was amazing," I said, turning and looking at him. I reached out, placing my hand on his chest. "Thank you for that."

Cayden looked at me. A wide smile pulled at his lips, and his eyes sparkled. "You have no idea how beautiful you are and how long I have wanted to do that to you."

I blushed, drawing circles on his chest. "I'm sure you've probably slept with another woman that was better."

Cayden smirked. "No. You have the most amazing body. You've got soft skin and silky-smooth lips. You have the most amazing breasts and the perfect pink nipples."

My face grew red as his eyes roamed down. "Curvy hips that sway out to your perfectly formed ass. And your..."

Tears burned my eyes suddenly, so quickly, and I was crying, unable to hold it in. How could he speak to me this way, yet Brad never once made me feel beautiful? He never once made me feel like I was the most beautiful person he'd seen. He'd never made me feel special.

Cayden's hand cupped my face, and he looked at me worriedly. "Riley, what's wrong? Oh shit, are you regretting this? Is it hitting you all now?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, it's not you. You're perfect."

His thumb wiped at my cheek, and his eyes softened. "Talk to me, Riley. What's going through your head?"

I sniffled. "How does this feel so right when we aren't really anything? When I was with Brad for years, I never felt like this. I never felt like I mattered. I did everything for him, and I never got so much as a thank you and you... Jesus...I look at you, and it seems to make you so happy."

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