“Then don’t,” I whispered, taking the leap without a parachute.
Cane’s eyes shot up and he bounded towards me, his body rigid, his eyes hooded. I could see the hasty rise and fall of his chest.
I walked backwards until I was up against the window, my heart pounding.
“You say you want honesty. Well, be honest with me.” He pinned me against the wall with his gaze. “Do you want me?”
My chest heaved, my body wound and needy to the point of breaking.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice husky. “Look at me, Jada.”
My eyes opened and, before I realized what I was doing, I heard myself breathing out, “Yes.”
Cane’s mouth was on mine immediately, his tongue darting between my lips like it had been there a hundred times before. I lavished in the feeling of him against me, of him finally taking control of my body—something I had wanted for so long.
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, discarding it to the side. His fingers slid around my back, unfastening my bra and tossing it to the floor. He found the waistband of my pants and he pushed them over my hips and I stepped out of them, my hands roaming over the ridges and ripples of his body.
Cane walked backwards and sat into a chair in the corner of my room, taking me with him by the hand, kissing me ferociously. He pulled back long enough to grab a condom out of his pocket before getting rid of his pants.
He sat down in the chair against the wall, and quickly unrolled the protection over his length. He grabbed my hand, his eyes brimming with desire. A small smirk was on his face as he guided me over him, my feet touching the floor on both sides.
My body was aching, humming with need as I stood over him and grabbed his cock beneath me. As I slowly sat down on it, the length stretching me one delicious inch at a time, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Fuck, Cane!”
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, his eyes glowing, his hands gripping my hips.
“Yes,” I breathed out, giving my body a second to get accustomed to his size.
“You are so tight. It’s a good thing you are so wet for me.” He licked his lips, his fingers cinching tighter into my skin.
I began rocking back and forth, feeling exquisitely full. He took one breast into his mouth, teasing my nipple with his tongue and biting it lightly.
I placed my hands on the top of the chair and continued to swirl my hips up and down, the friction driving me insane. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I put my weight on my feet and raised myself up and down, swirling my hips. His head fell back as his hands groped my breasts and a low growl escaped his throat.
“I’m going to come, Cane,” I said, unable to stop the impending explosion. I ground my pussy harder into him as he forced me down, effectively halting me. My eyes flew open. “What are you doing?” I asked incredulously.
“Not yet. You’ve made me wait for this for so fucking long. It’s your turn to wait now.”
“But …” I began, trying to move, desperately needing a release.
“Nope.” He scooped his hands beneath my ass and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and he carried us both over to the bed.
He laid me on my back on the edge of the comforter and I felt him slowly exit my body. He looked down at me, his eyes a deep blue.
Grabbing my legs, he placed one on each of his shoulders, causing my pelvis to tip up.
“I want you to keep your eyes open, got me?”
I nodded slowly, my eyes wide.
He touched the head of his cock to my opening as he grabbed my waist, holding me in place.
“Eyes open,” he whispered before thrusting into me with will full force. The movement was explosive and my body tried to scoot backwards across the bed, but his hands held me down. He thrust into me time after time and I grabbed his hard forearms to keep from moving, feeling my body build and build with every delicious movement.
My eyes rolled back into my head and the blood rushed to the top, my body on fire.
“Open!” Cane growled and I immediately looked up, his gaze piercing me.
“I can’t …” I began as I tipped over the threshold of my climax, everything inside of me exploding, turning into molten lava. “Cane!”
He pulled almost completely out, the tip of his cock barely parting my opening before he thrust into me one final time, holding me still. I felt him swell inside of me as he came hard, his eyes now closing as he groaned in pleasure.
He pulled out and I closed my eyes, completely sated.
I heard his footsteps as he walked across the carpeted floor and the rustle of the liner as he deposited the condom in the trashcan.
Soon, his hands were on me again, picking me up and laying me down against my pillows. I wondered briefly if he was going to lay with me.
“I’m going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?”
I shook my head, feeling more relaxed than I had felt in forever. Cane pulled the covers over my body and stood silently, watching me, his face pressed in thought.