Page 12 of Home Stretch

SEVEN

Malia

I don’t knowwhat comes over me. Maybe it’s his confession of watching me, my own jumbled feelings, or the need to be closer to him. Either way, I boldly pull Kade into my arms, tilting my head up and pressing my lips to his. Kade doesn’t hesitate. He moves his lips with mine, taking over the kiss and prying my lips open with his tongue.

I moan softly and let him in, gasping at the need behind each stroke of his tongue. I taste his longing, his promises, his desire for me. For us. Gripping his hips, I tug him closer to me, desperate for more of him. Kade groans and tangles his hands in my hair, angling me right where he wants me so he can delve deeper into my mouth. He’s all-consuming, his citrus and leather scent, the warmth of his mouth, his hard length rubbing against my stomach.

“God, Malia, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs into my lips before taking them again, claiming them as his own. I roll my hips against him and slide my hands up his chest, fisting the collar of his shirt and clinging to him with everything I am.

Kade tears his mouth away from mine, only to nip and kiss down my neck. I whimper when I feel his hands slide down my back so slowly, taking his time to feel every inch of me before gripping my ass in his large, capable hands.

We're lost in each other, completely taken over by the lust and longing that has been building up between us for weeks. Eventually, Kade pries himself away from me, giving me one last chaste kiss on the lips before resting his forehead on mine. We're both panting, sharing the same air, and basking in the intimacy we've both craved for so long.

“There’s no going back now,” he says softly. “You’re mine.”

I chew on my bottom lip nervously, wanting his words to be true but having a hard time believing this isn’t all a dream.

Kade takes my silence for uncertainty and cups my face so sweetly. “We’ll go as slow as you want. I’ll never take anything you don’t willingly give me.”

"I know," I whisper, tilting my head, so our lips are inches apart. "I trust you. With all of me." With that, I kiss him again, letting him know I want this; I want him more than words can say. Each swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth open up a need deep inside me. There's a tugging low in my belly, an almost painful throbbing.

“Gotta stop, angel,” he grunts into the side of my neck before licking me there and catching the tender skin between his teeth. “I can’t hold back much longer, and I don’t want to scare you away.”

“I’m not scared,” I breathe out. “I can’t hold back either. I just…I don’t know what I’m doing. Can you show me?”

"Fuck," he growls, attacking my lips and pressing me back against the side of the large rock. "Are you wet for me, Malia? Is my dirty little angel wet for me?"

I let out a throaty moan and nod. “Will you… Can you… T-touch me there?”

“Fuck yes,” he grits out, cupping my pussy and rubbing my aching center over my jeans. “You need to come, beautiful girl?”

His words are so filthy, but they trigger something inside me. This man has reduced me to base urges I didn’t think I had until I met him. I nod and roll my hips, trying to get him to somehow touch me deeper, more, more, more…

Kade nips at my chin, pulse point, and shoulder, then slips his hand into my jeans. I know he feels how soaked I am, and it only turns him on more.

“Jesus,” he grunts, stroking my pussy and parting my folds over my panties. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive clit, making me shiver and moan.

“More,” I beg, gripping his meaty biceps and digging my nails in.

Kade plays with the waistband of my panties, teasing me and driving me absolutely wild. Finally, finally, he touches me where I’m throbbing for him, swiping two fingers up my slit and circling my clit.

“Malia… you’re soaking wet for me,” he grunts. My pussy contracts at his dirty words, trying to suck him inside. He groans and continues to stroke me up and down, gathering my arousal and massaging my little ball of nerves.

I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, throwing my head back and exposing my neck to his greedy mouth. Kade sucks on the side of my neck and dips one finger into my tight hole, making me grind down on his hand. “Oh,” I gasp, pulsing around him and releasing even more wetness.

Suddenly, Kade removes his hand, leaving me empty and confused. I open my eyes and see Kade kneeling in front of me, gliding his hands up and down my thighs. “I need to taste you. Just one taste. Is that okay? Can I make you come on my tongue?”

“God, yes,” I whimper. Kade practically rips my jeans open, tugging them down my legs along with my soaking panties.

“How do you smell so good?” he says more to himself than to me.

Kade helps me step out of my jeans, staring at my pussy the whole time. I should probably be embarrassed or have at least a few reservations, right? But I can’t think of anything when the man of my dreams is touching me like this.

I tremble as he ghosts his fingers up my legs, guiding one over his shoulder, exposing me completely to him.

“Perfect, just like the rest of you,” he whispers right before parting my lips with his tongue and sucking on my clit. Hard.

I buck my hips and grab his hair, overwhelmed by the sensation of his warm tongue against my sensitive, swollen clit. He growls into my pussy, the vibrations rattling my bones as he devours me.

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