Page 21 of If The Shoe Fits

"That's what I thought." Letting go of her hands, he got to his knees, throwing her bent leg over his shoulder. "And I'm going to show you why you made the right decision, sweetheart."

Cade lifted her long skirt, tenting it over his head. Fuck. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He hadn't expected to see her bare for him. Smiling, he kissed his way up her leg, lingering behind her knees, on the inside of her thighs, then her hips—everywhere except where she wanted him most. She squirmed, whimpering in need and frustration. At long last, he moved a finger to the apex of her thighs, along her outer lips. She was so, so soaked.

"Cade! Please."

He wasn't done teasing. He wanted to take his sweet time exploring her. She bucked against his hand when he pressed her clit, and slid along her slit to curve a finger inside her.

"You're so wet for me."

"And you're an asshole."

He laughed, before kissing her right on her clit, then pulling his tongue and flicking it over the engorged nub. She breathed hard, in and out, her hips moving with him. A second finger joined the first. No longer in the mood for teasing, he moved with a purpose, hard, fast, faster when she screamed his name. He sucked her clit, blew on it, nipped at her flesh, fucking her with his hand. Her legs trembled around his shoulders, her pelvis raised as high as she could. She was close, so incredibly close. Cade's other hand pinched either side of her clit while he kept sucking at it, and she lost it, going lax against him. Cade unburied himself from her clothes, to watch her as she came down from the high. He could only stare, satisfied to watch her so very happy, sated. Sweat ran down her forehead, and her pupils were dilated.

Helene had been beautiful to him from the start, but right then, she was a goddess. He wanted to commit this image to memory. Take a picture of it. Her perfect tits with dark, pointed nipples. Her gaping mouth, and those eyes filled with pure pleasure.

After her breathing went back to normal, she pushed a wet, wayward curl away from her forehead, and moved to get to her knees.

"My turn." She lowered the zipper of his pants, making her intention clear. Her hands moved to fiddle with his belt.

Cade laughed. "I don't think so." He was harder than he could ever remember being, but he didn't want her mouth. And he certainly didn't want her to feel like she needed to return the favor. He got to his feet and cupped her chin, his resolution almost faltering when he saw her down on her knees before him, her beautiful green eyes fixed on his.

She frowned. "But I want to."

Maybe she did. Maybe she thought she had to. "How about next time? I want to feel that beautiful pussy of yours now, sweetheart."

Her eyes widened again. "Oh."

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