Page 28 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
He slipped a second finger in. She’d pressed her own fingers inside her vagina before, but this was different. She could feel him going further than she’d ever been able to make her own hand go. He pressed on her clit from inside her, forcing a gasp from her lips.
A haze of warmth and pleasure washed over her. She didn’t know what was up and what was down. Her hips moved on their own, matching his fingers’ motion. She planted her feet flat on the bed to get a better purchase.
A sound escaped her, pleading and wanton. She didn’t know if it was a word or if it was an inaudible garble. Either way, he seemed to understand. He pressed his mouth down to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, he added a third finger.
When her orgasm hit, Trixie screamed. Her hips lifted off the bed as her walls quaked around his fingers. She could feel her wetness escaping her.
Gasping for air, she realized several precious minutes had passed. She blinked, her eyes opened and focused down her body. He waited there, rubbing the insides of her thighs with his warm hands.
Her eyes landed on his covered cock waiting at her entrance. She watched, shivering, as he slowly pushed inside. This had been the unknown moment for both of them, unsure if her hymen was still intact. When no pain came or barrier existed, their eyes met. She gave him a nod that she was okay and wanted him to continue.
He pushed the rest of the way inside. She flinched. It wasn’t painful, per se, but it wasn’t pleasurable either. With him pressing against her inner walls, she felt uncomfortably full.
“Shh,” she heard him soothe. He reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. “I’m big. Give yourself a second to adjust.”
If her mouth had been working just then, she probably would have made a snippy comment about how all men claimed they werebig. Feeling Cayden, though, she actually believed him.
The rubbing on her clit helped some. She could feel herself starting to adjust around him. Slowly, he pulled out just a little and then pressed back in.
Oh!That was an interesting sensation. She liked that. Her inner walls seemed to tremble when he did that. It wasn’t an orgasm, but she could see how it could build up to one.
“Trix.” Her eyes flew to him. “Tell me I can keep moving.” She could hear the strain in his voice and suddenly felt guilty for all the extra care and time he was giving her. This lovemaking was very one-sided. She hoped to make it up to him and nodded.
He pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back into her. He did it again. “Look at me, baby girl. I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” He pumped back in, picking up his rhythm. “Watch me take you.” He leaned over her, placing his hands on the bed by her shoulders. “Watch me make love to you.”
She could feel her orgasm rising again. Somehow, she managed to croak out, “Close.”
His face dropped to her neck, kissing, licking, nipping at her sensitive skin. “Me too. Hold onto me, baby. I’ll get us there.”
She did. Like a monkey, she wrapped her arms and her legs around him. Virgin or not, this was worth the years of waiting. To be with him, right now, in her bed, like this, was wortheverysecondof waiting. Because no matter what had happened years ago with Randy, in her mind and heart, this would always be her first time. With Cayden, the man she believed could someday love her.
They came together in euphoric bliss. She gripped him as tight as she could, needing to be as close to him as possible.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, she felt him nibbling on that spot under her ear. If she ever needed to make a map of her body, she was pretty sure she would label that place ‘Cayden’s spot’. Of course, after what he’d done between her legs, he might want to lay claim to different territory.
Her throat was dry, and she forced herself to swallow. “Thank you.”
He rested his head on her chest. As he shifted his weight, she realized he was still inside her. “I should be the one thanking you.”
“How about we leave it with ‘well worth the wait’?”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts. “Better than worth it.” He placed his chin on her breastplate. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She wiggled her hips around his shrinking cock. He let out a low hiss, but she sensed it wasn’t in pain. “I think I’ll survive.”
He raised a dark brow over his green eye. Trixie let out a shout of surprise mixed with a laugh as she suddenly found herself lifted off of her bed and thrown over his shoulder. He took her over to her trash can where she had to twist to see him dispose of the used condom. Then he walked over to his jeans where he pulled out another foil packet. “Here.”
She took the condom. “What is this for?”
“The desk,” he said, walking them naked to her bedroom door.
Sunday night came too fast. He had to be back by eight o’clock curfew. That pissed him off for many reasons, but mostly because he did not want to be separated from Trixie. Even though it would only be for a few hours and he would see her again in the morning, the idea of leaving her was painful. He’d slept two gloriously peaceful nights with her in his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to the empty twin bed waiting for him back at the halfway house.
He’d lost track of the number of times he took her and where over the weekend. He’d had a lot of sex in his teens and early twenties, and not even one of those instances compared to the rapturous feeling of being with Trixie. It wasn’t just the sex. They’d hardly worn any clothing throughout the weekend, just laying themselves bare for each other’s wandering gaze. She was magnificent, an exotic that was all his.
The most Cayden had managed was to fit himself back into his jeans long enough to answer the back door for their Chinese delivery. Then he’d eaten chicken lo mien from her naked skin.When she’d threatened to place her egg roll in an interesting place, he’d feigned running from the room, which had brought a wide smile and loud laugh from her. Damn, he could listen to the soundtrack of her laugh for the rest of his life.
While being dropped off at the house Sunday evening had not been joyous, he wouldn’t have given up his weekend with Trixie for anything. It had been perfect.Shehad been perfect. Nothing, not even having to be back to the house for curfew, could ruin that.
