Page 52 of The Alpha and the Baker
I wasn’t usuallywildabout fingering, but the warmth radiating from his thick digit was absurdly intense. I’d never had a sexual partner who turned me on so completely and was so enthusiastic about foreplay.
“Cas… Cas…”
He broke away, moving his thumb over my clit as he leaned up over my body and kissed me. He tasted of me, salty and earthen, but I didn’t mind. If anything, I thought we blended well together—his musk and mine.
“Come for me, Felicia. Let yourself go for me, baby. Wanna see what it’s like when you finally fall apart.”
I wanted to fall apart, and I wassoclose. My nails scored their way down his chest, or at least tried to, until I realized he was still fully clothed.
Well, that wouldn’t do.
“Your shirt,” I gasped out. It was like I was trying to speak a foreign language.
“My…?” He looked down to where my hands were clutchingat the fabric, and a devilish smile crossed his features. “Ah, I can take care of that for you.”
Without missing a beat, he gently pulled my hands away, then reached to the back of his neck and pulled his shirt over his head in that sexy way men did sometimes.
Holy shit!Was that supposed to be so fucking hot? He was just taking his shirt off, but wow, was I very much into it.
And I wasalsovery into how he looked in his undershirt. He removed it much the same way, hauling it over his head one-handed in that incredibly nonchalant but masculine way. He tossed it aside, and I giggled at the thought of the little laundry pile we’d have once everything was said and done.
I reached for his belt, but he caught my hands, kissing one, then the other, before capturing my lips again. With subtle pressure, he made me lie back on the sheets.
Fuck, it felt so good to have him settle over me, his incredibly muscled thigh sliding between mine as his fingers slid between us. It feltdeliciousto try to grind against him while his thumb continued to circle my clit, taking me higher, and higher, andhigher.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so wet and pretty for me already. Could keep you like this all night and never get tired of it. Make you come on my hand, on my face, on my thighs until these jeans smell like you and only you.”
My hands roved over the muscles of his chest and torso. He wasn’t like a dehydrated movie star where every part of him was striated to the high heavens. No, he wasreal.Thick, muscular, and so fuckingstrong.
It was too much. As my nails sank into his pecs and two of his fingers curled inside me, my orgasm hit me like a wrecking ball. My legs tried to snap together, and my back tried to arch off the bed, but Cas’s delicious weight was on top of me, and I didn’t want it to leave me.
“Fuck, Cas!Fuck!” Not exactly eloquent, but I was honestly surprised that I could speak at all. I probably would have bitten my own tongue if Cas didn’t start kissing me again.
It was almost like he was trying to drink in my orgasm. He was the grounding anchor to the deluge of ecstasy racking my body. Had I ever come that hard before? My recall wasn’t exactly the greatest at the moment, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t.
“There you go,” Cas rumbled as I started to come down. Once I could open my eyes and interpret what he was saying, I started to feel a little self-conscious. I’d just had one of the best orgasms of my life, and we were only on the preamble. “You were incredible.”
“Iwas incredible?” I asked, a bit more wheezy than I would have liked. “Pot meet kettle.”
He laughed softly, and that sound had my libido flaring right back up. I tended to be a one-and-done girl when I orgasmed, so my willingness to go again surprised me. Granted, I rarely climaxed during foreplay. Usually, it was with the help of a vibrator after my partner finished.
“I’m ready.” God, I was so ready. I was dripping for him. But for the third, frustrating time, when I reached for his belt, Cas stilled me.
“I would love nothing more than to be inside you right now, but I’ve learned from experience that my partners often need a little extra prep.”
“Extra prep?” I teased. I loved howeasyeverything was with Cas. The sex was intense, yes, but the laughter made it all so much more magnificent. The mood shifted so naturally without either of us having to try to engineer it. “I’ve had guys say that to me before, but unless you’re truly massive, I promise I’m fine.”
He raised an eyebrow, and to my surprise, he gently took my hand, pressing my palm to the front of his pants and the erection I’d had my eyes on. While the dark slacks hadn’t hidden it, I suddenly discovered that it had done a lotof obscuring, because holy hell, he was packing!
“You know, maybe one more time couldn’t hurt,” I said with a sheepish grin. After all, it had been alongtime for me.
And God, the wicked smile that bloomed across his face would have made me clench my thighs if one of his legs wasn’t still posted between them. “Your wish is my command.”
Castiel
Surprise Deductions
Three times.
