Page 87 of Fly Back to Me
His inked hand is buried to the hilt between my legs, and he swipes a thumb back and forth over my puffy clit. Our gazes gift fuel for the erotic scene, my juices now leaking onto him as his thumb continues to toy with me.
“Yeah, you like this?” he taunts. “Us watching my hand polish you off until I rub all the cum out of you?”
I whine, releasing the hem of my dress to cup the back of his neck again. His tattooed wrist begins to wiggle when he curls two fingers inside me, massaging that delicious spot with the metal ridges of his jewelry.
My body hums, a sweet vibration spreading wildly and straight to my bones.
“You’re practically choking my fingers.” My skin lights up as he nips my earlobe, his voice a hoarse tease. “I might have to make you scream a little bit when I’m bouncing you on my cock.”
“I can take it,” I breathe unapologetically.
My legs quiver as his inked wrist drives forward, his glossy fingers fading in and out of me. His thumb flicks my sensitive bundle, my fingers twisting into his hair when the boiling pressure at my core bubbles dangerously to the surface.
His lips land on my neck, and my hand instantly tugs on my panties until they’re biting into my skin. A makeshift handle to hold as my abdomen chokes from the friction inside my pussy.
I turn my head so his mouth can hang over mine. “Come on, do it,” he rasps over the wet sounds of my excitement. “Show me how good this pussy is gonna be when I’m pounding into it.”
He pumps faster, the hot and urgent drills of his fingers shooting a blinding heat through my body. The ribbon coils round and round, my mewls slapping his lips as my hips start to rock against his hand.
“You’re gonna soak my fingers, aren’t you?” he murmurs roughly. “Even though anyone can walk up here and see these sweet legs wide open. You’re just gonna unload all over my hand anyway, huh?”
I nod, words caged behind my pursed lips as the pressure finally combusts.
“Yes,” he grits out. “Right here. Come on, give it to me.”
My orgasm erupts, my pussy suffocating his fingers as the electric shocks of my climax douse my body in flames. The stars in front of me blur to glaring white splotches, stealing all my senses as he tips me over the edge of this damn cliff.
His free hand slaps the tender skin of my inner thigh, the lick of the smack spurring me up the pinnacle. “Atta girl,” he coaxes, stealthily pumping his drenched fingers through my high. “Look at that pretty mess you’re making for me.”
My body spasms, eyes squeezing shut as I lean my forehead into his chin. His lips press to my damp temple, my limbs jerking with every pleasure-induced wave he crashes into me.
Eventually, the rhythm of his fingers decelerates as the contractions mellow. The last of the aftershocks strike, only for ashes to be left scattered from the blazing fire we just created.
Cade slips his fingers out, lifting my wobbly thighs so that my boots are planted on the inside of his legs. His soaked fingers glide up my chin, trailing the scent and texture of my orgasm before his ring grazes my lips. “Taste that,” he commands. “Taste what a filthy fucking girl you are before you make me clean up after you.”
Reflexively, my mouth sucks the coated metal. A quiet moan stumbles from me, and then Cade’s pulling the jewelry away.
I turn my head to peer up into his crystal depths, a dash of a smirk sewn into his face as he uncurls his right arm from me.
My lips part in awe when he pushes the tip of his middle finger in his mouth, sucking the ring that’s now lathered with my pleasure. And if I didn’t just orgasm, I sure as hell would when I watch him slip his entire digit through his lips.
He gently pops it out of his mouth, then uses his other hand to drag the ring back to his knuckle. I burrow my teeth into my bottom lip, my cheeks flushing as I cuddle deeper into his hard chest.
That smug grin is still shining, his left palm catching my cheek to angle my chin up. “You could create another damn heaven with the taste of your pussy,” he hums, nudging the tip of his nose against mine.
I smile shyly, taking his hand off my face to shift in his embrace. My body straightens, our palms relocating on his knees as I glue my back to his torso.
“Let me please you,” I say as we both stargaze.
“You already do.” His voice is just above a whisper. “Every damn day, Olivia.”
His palms are flipped upward, and I dance my fingertips along his. “I want you inside of me so bad, Cade. I want you to dowhatever you want with my body. Ruin me for anyone else.”
“Are you always this generous with men?”
I shake my head, returning my attention to him over my shoulder. “No,” I say. “You’re the only man I’d give anything to.”
“How did I get so lucky?”
