Page 85 of Light Up The Night
It's just this…her?
Means way, way more than…fuck. I don't know how to put it into words, even in my own mind.
I clench my jaw and wait as Cadence slowly sits up. My god, those tits. Fuck me. Goddamned glorious. She inhales shakily, deeply, and they tremble. She shifts her weight to sit facing me, and they sway heavily. Lush, pale, high and proud and round, with wide pale pink areolae graced with those tiny little bumps that drive me wild for reasons I can't even begin to explain, with small pink nipples.
I can't stop myself from grabbing them, toying with them as she stares down at me. "Have I mentioned that I'm fuckingobsessedwith your tits, Cadence?"
"Not in so many words, no," she murmurs, gaze hooked and frozen on my bulge. "But the frequency with which you touch them and the way you stare at them even now that you have seen them makes your attraction rather unmistakable."
"You okay with that?"
This gets her eyes flicking to mine for a second. "More than okay. I…it is flattering. And…gratifying. I am a modest woman and do not reveal them to anyone, so I…I was not sure what your opinion of my…" she bites her lip. "My…tits…would be." She whispers what she clearly considers a bad word. "Goodness, I feel…naughty, saying that word."
"Naughty, naughty girl," I murmur, gently smacking the side of her ass.
"You call me naughty," she whispers, "but your tone and actions imply approval."
"Allthe approval, sweetheart. You can be as naughty as you dare, with me." I tug on her lower lip. "To me, naughty ain't bad, okay? This isn't bad or wrong or sinful. It's two consenting adults sharing their bodies with each other. Callin' it naughty is just a way to make it fun."
"Thank you for explaining," she whispers.
She sucks in a deep breath, holds it, and then hooks her fingers in the elastic of my shorts. My stomach curls in on itself automatically, and my cock jerks. I'm not breathing. My pulse is erratic and fast. Exhaling slowly, shakily, Cadence lifts the waistband away from my body and pulls the shorts down; I lift my ass up so she can pull them down past my knees, and I toe them off and toss them aside.
She giggles, hands covering her face, eyes wide and…god, so many things. Eager, shy, amazed, aroused? Fuck, she’s showingmore feelings than I have words for. Normally, if a girl took one look at my dick and laughed, I'd be gone faster than you can blink.
But this is Cadence—and it's not that kind of laughter.
"Oh." This is soft, breathy. "My goodness." Her eyes flit to mine. "I…it…it is…muchlarger than I had expected."
I grin. "That's a damn good thing to hear."
Her eyes go back to my dick, still wide, still full of too many emotions to track or name. I hold absolutely still, hands behind my head again; I can't touch her. Can't make this about me. No leading, no hinting. My role is to let her explore, nothing more.
Fuck, this is gonna be difficult.
Cadence extends a hand toward me, reaching, reaching…and then withdrawing. Gnawing on her lower lip, she glances at me. "I…oh my. Ohmy."
I gently grasp her hand and place it on my stomach. "It's okay, Cadence. Take your time. Whatever you want is okay."
"But are you not…" she searches me, and then her gaze drifts back to my aching dick. “Is it uncomfortable? Or…perhaps the better question is howdoesit feel?"
"Like being turned on," I answer.
"Riley," she murmurs, gently scolding. "You prevaricate."
"Dunno what that means."
"Lying or avoiding the truth."
"Oh." I sigh. "Fine. I am, a bit, I guess.” I shrug, thinking. "It's not…uncomfortable, exactly. Feels like…gah, it’s hard to explain. Like…sort of an ache, I suppose. Not pain, just…tension? Nah, that's not right either. Um…I'm turned on. Aroused. Getting to see you naked makes me hard. Getting to touch you makes me even harder. Getting to taste your sweet little pussy? Fuck, woman. The way you look, the way you feel, the way you sound when you're coming? Sinfully fucking sexy. Hot as fuck."
She's red as a tomato. "Riley, you make me sound…" she trails off.
"Like the sexiest woman I've ever met?" I fill in. "Cuz you are. Not even a contest."
She tilts her head. "Have you known many women? To a degree that you can make such a comparison?" She bites her lip. "Intimately, I mean. Naked…um, women."
I lever up, cup her nape, and kiss her. Whisper against her lips. "Not thinking about anyone else, Cadence. There's only you."
