“Such a good girl.” He walked over to the bed and kissed me passionately before turning me around. One strong palm pressed against my back as he pushed me toward the mattress. I pressed my hands to the beck and arched my back as a moan slipped from me.
“Tell me how much you need this,” he said, his voice thick with need.
“So bad,” I told him, panting as my fingers gripped the sheets. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you the first time at the office.”
“Good,” he said. “This body is mine tonight.”
He slapped my ass. While it made me jump, it also turned me on. I’d never been slapped before. Sex with Brad was bland, usually missionary style with me on bottom, wondering when the hell it would be over so I could shower. I shook the thoughts of Brad out of my head as Cayden slapped my ass again.
He ran a finger up and down my glistening slit. I wanted him to shove it in and finger fuck me, but he was teasing me. He stopped at my clit and began to rub it in slow, deliciously patient circles. I clutched the comforter, nearing an orgasm. Sensing this, he stopped playing and I gave him a growl.
“You can’t come yet,” he whispered in my ear. “You haven’t felt the best part.”
He moved back and got a whine from me, but I hushed at the sound of him working a condom over his dick. He moved back up and pressed himself inside of me, filling me up farther than I thought possible.
It hurt a little at first, but with each stroke, my body began to accept the size. My pussy wrapped around his cock and pleasure filled my lower stomach.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I told him as I gasped for air.
He ran his fingers through my hair and gathered some of it in his hands. He gently pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. “I am going to make you come all night,” he said. “We are going to fuck in every position possible.”
I moaned softly, praying he was being legit. He worked me a little deeper before moving back and turning my over.
“Spread your legs,” he said. The way he spoke to me turned me on. It was the perfect balance of being in command but doing it without coming across as an asshole.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said. Once again, he ran a finger from my clit down my slit, but this time, he put his finger to his mouth when he was done. “And you taste delicious.”
I smiled as heat burned my cheeks. Brad had never said anything like that. He may have complimented me once when I gave him a blowjob, but that was the extent of the bedroom praise.
Cayden thrust his cock into me again. Since my body was used to his size, it slid right in and we picked back up in the same rhythm as earlier. It felt so good to be fucked by him. He continued to work me, and my orgasm built with each movement.
“Play with your clit,” he commanded me. I’d never played with myself in front of a man before, but I wasn’t going to argue. I needed this moment. Badly.
I began circling my clit as Cayden fucked me. He reached down and took one of my nipples in between his fingers. He squeezed it gently. Between the nipple play, the clit stimulation, and the fucking, my body gave in. Waves of pleasure radiate from my head to my toes.
“That’s it, Tiffany,” he said, continuing to rock forward. “Come for me.”
“Cayden!” I cried out in passion.
Once the orgasm subsided, Cayden pulled out of me and laid down next to me.
“Ride me,” he said with a naughty smile on his face. He must have sensed my self-consciousness about that position.
“I don’t know. I-“
“Please,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “It would be the sexiest thing in the world if you took charge and fucked me, Tiffany.”
That was all he needed to say. I straddled him, guiding his hard shaft back inside of me. Were two orgasms in one night possible? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to know.
I leaned down and kissed him. He bit my bottom lip.
“I love the way your body feels against mine,” he said, pulling away from our kiss. I sat up straighter, riding him like a cowgirl.
“Play with your tits for me, baby,” he mumbled as he ran his hands up my thighs and massaged them. I did as I was told, enjoying it far more than I should have.
“You’re so fucking hot. You have no clue,” he said. “It feels like you’re putting on a naughty show just for me. I love it.”
He words made me lift up and ride harder. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to feel him release and know that I did it.
“Talk dirty to me, Tiffany,” he said. I hadn’t talked dirty to anyone before, but I’d watched enough porn to know a few things.
“Do you like how I’m riding your cock, baby?” I asked. Dirty talk may be something we needed to work on. Obviously.
“More,” he said. “Dirtier.”
“You fill up my pussy so good.” I dug my nails into his chest and rolled my hips as another orgasm swelled inside of me. He reached around and slapped my ass.
“Such a naught little thing, aren’t you?”
My body exploded and somewhere in the heat of the moment he mentioned that he was letting go too. He tensed and lifted his hips, fucking me nice and deep from below until we both let out long cries of ecstasy.
“You. Are. Amazing.” He pulled me down on top of him and kissed me softly. “Sleep here with me tonight. I’m not done showing you how much you turn me on.”
I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. “Yes.”
* * *
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I opened my eyes and reached over to shut my phone’s alarm clock off. I glanced over and found myself alone. The mind-blowing sex that I just had with Cayden Lewis was all a dream.
“Fuck,” I said aloud. I was sexually frustrated and so was my body. I slept naked, so I reached down to check myself. Sure enough, I was sopping wet. I would need to take care of this situation before I headed into work.
Since it had been so long since I’d sex, I relied heavily on masturbation to relieve my sexual tension. I’d actually pictured Cayden during quite a few solo sessions. While I’d wanted to invest in a vibrator, I was always nervous that Mandy would either hear it or find it, so I never purchased one. Me, myself, and my fingers were the only way I’d gotten off in the past year.
I began to circle my clit, picking up the pace as I thought about Cayden and our kiss last night. I’d felt his cock pressed up against me when we kissed. It must have been why I was dreaming about it. My body wanted to invite him in, but my mind told me no. I still wasn’t sure what Cayden was doing with me. Things were already complicated, and I couldn’t get sex involved in the equation.
I closed my eyes and ran through the dream that would haunt me all day. What was he really like that in bed? Hopefully dominant, but not rude. I would love that. Plus, he made me feel like a sexual goddess in my dream. I’d never come before a man. I was lucky if I came at all when I was with Brad.
I needed to get rid of the sexual tension before I saw Cayden. I continued to finger myself. I was so wet that my body made loud noises with each movement of my fingers. I desperately wished my fingers could be Cayden’s.
I put two fingers inside of myself but wanted more. Two fingers wasn’t cutting it, I needed to be filled up. In order to reach deeper and get more fingers inside of myself, I’d to get into a different position. I moved around in bed and got on all fours. Once I was situated, I reached around and stuck three fingers inside my pussy. I began to finger fuck myself, imagining it was him, losing himself inside of me.
I pictured him behind me, fucking me doggy style, gently pulling my hair back. My tits were swaying as I fucked myself. I didn’t want to orgasm quite yet. The thoughts of Cayden and the feelings radiating from my pussy were too good that I couldn’t end them with an orgasm right now. I removed my fingers and stopped playing with myself for a minute.
I reached down and grabbed one of my breasts, playing with my nipple. My nipples were hard, just like last night when Cayden had kissed me. I wanted his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my nipples. I wanted him to do anything and everything to me. I was willing to be all his.
I wanted him to finger me. Needed him to go down on me. Had to have him take me in every position. Maybe he’d be open to trying new things. Hell, maybe those were normal things for him and just new to me? Did he like toys?