Grabbing one of the pillows, Kaeden props my ass on it, shifting me to the edge of the bed. Using his hands, Kaeden spreads me apart, diving in headfirst while licking in slow, even strokes, taking his time and moving from my clit to my opening. Once Kaeden finds his rhythm, he slides his tongue in and out using slow, methodical, and intentional movements, causing me to lock my legs around his head tight enough to cut off his air supply.
“Kaeden.”
My essence begins seeping out, allowing Kaeden to get his fill as he, too, starts moaning.
“Damn, Kyelle. You taste good as fuck,” Kaeden tells me before French kissing my pearl with the same intensity as he had my top lips. “Gotdamn.” Kaeden growls as I explode, and my nectar hits Kaeden’s mouth in a gush of continuous fluids. Instead of backing away, Kaeden treats my honeypot like a man who enjoys a good meal, sucking until the last drip of juices releases from my body.
My legs go lax as my arms drop beside me, closing my eyes because I’ve given Kaeden everything I have with my release.
“So, you want dick or nah?” Kaeden asks, chuckling when I don’t move or open my eyes to answer his inquiry. “I guess it’sa nah,” he says, easing my body onto the bed so I can be better positioned.
Kaeden’s hand caresses my forehead, removing the sweat that formed from the intense round of oral he just performed. Kaeden stares intently into my eyes; all I can see is his admiration for me.
“I want to make love to you. Can I?” Kaeden’s voice is strained like he’s asking for my permission.
“Y-y-yes.” I agree with an equally weary voice, my eyes meeting the same intensity as his while expressing my inner soul wordlessly.
With his eyes still razor focused on me, Kaeden lines his dick up with my opening and eases into my tunnel. “Ahh.” Kaeden groans like he’s found comfort within my walls upon this initial invasion. Without breaking our eye contact, Kaeden begins thrusting in and out of me with the speed of an ancient tortoise.
My hands lovingly run up and down Kaeden’s back as my hips move to match him stroke for stroke. “Ohhh, Kaeden.” I cry as my eyes gloss over, filling with water before I close them momentarily.
“Nah, look at me.” Kaeden stills until my eyes slowly peel open, focusing back on him, allowing him to ease out of my tunnel and thrust back in with more force than before.
“Oooh.”
“Shit,” Kaeden says, moaning and deep stroking me, causing my mouth to hang slightly ajar.
“I l-love you, Kaeden,” I whine before my body shakes from the release that causes my walls to grip Kaeden’s dick like letting him go wasn’t an option.
Damn, is it possible to become dick whipped from making love fresh out the gate?
“Shit, I love yo’ ass too, Kyelle,” Kaeden declares as his seeds flood my canal as a tingling rush flows throughout my body.
And how the hell did we go from a salsa date to saying those three magical words? Lord, have mercy. I’m already gone over this man.
My leg is thrown over Kaeden’s leg as his hand unconsciously rubs up and down my thigh. After spending the last two hours tangled in my sheets with Kaeden, my mind wanders and fires on all cylinders. The crazy part is that Kaeden has been completely gentle with me, like I’m made of glass or something else fragile. The cornerback with a fierce determination to throw an opposing team off their game held me with soft eyes that feel like they’re only reserved for me.
“Will you always be this quiet after snatching my heart through your pussy?”
“Yes.” I giggle softly.
“Hm. I only gave you what you deserve, my baby. On another note, I need to ask you something.”
Shifting, I stare into Kaeden’s deadpan eyes while lightly biting my lip before speaking after a thought pops into my mind. “If you ask me to marry you, I’m kicking you out of my bed.”
A low chuckle escapes Kaeden’s mouth as his eyes brighten, and he grips my thigh before resuming his gentle caress. “It’s cute that you think I’d leave after experiencing what your pussy is capable of doing. Anyway, I want you to come to my season-opening game. I’ll even make sure your girl has a ticket so you have someone with you.”
“Oh. Where would we be sitting?”
My heart races and my breathing elevates at the thought of attending a live football game because I’ve never attended one.
“Somewhere along the 50-yard line. With it being the first game, I want my good luck charm in the stands.”
“I don’t know. With the way you were stumbling tonight, I could be bad for your health.”
Another chuckle escapes Kaeden’s mouth, and he stops rubbing my thigh, pulling me into his body. Kaeden’s laughter always fills me with joy because of how much his face lights up from the action.
“You got jokes, but no worries. I’m capable of properly executing instructions in that arena.”