“Very good.”
Kade’s hand cupped me down below, rubbing in slow circles as his other hand roamed over my back and hips. From what I could tell he was still totally clothed. I hadn’t heard him take anything off, but it didn’t matter. I was in heaven, my body afire as he explored me. I stayed as still as I could, knowing I was giving myself to him, letting him have me the way he wanted.
Kade undid the clasp on the back of my bra, letting my breasts dangle in the cups until his scissors came into play again, snipping the shoulder straps and sending it to the bed. I mewled in delight, feeling them droop heavy into his hand, his fingers lightly pinching my left nipple between them as he massaged the naked flesh. He pinched harder, just on the edge of pain, the sensation pairing with his hand over my pussy to leave me seeing stars in the darkness of the blindfold. I bit back a cry as he continued, but then he stopped, like Rita promised, just at the edge of where the pleasure would give way.
“I said I wouldn’t hurt you tonight,” he said apologetically, “but I pinched. Did it hurt?”
“Yes and no. It was a pinch, but not a painful one, Kade,” I answered. “You stopped before it became painful.”
“I see. And another question. How long has it been since you last had sex?”
“Five weeks,” I said.
“Then we’ll go even slower. Would you like that?”
“I don’t know if I can go slower, Kade. You’re lighting me up so much,” I said honestly. “Please just take me.”
Instead, Kade removed his hands. “Wait.”
I stayed there on my hands and knees in the blindfold induced darkness, my thigh muscles already quivering from the touch of Kade’s hand, my nipples hard and aching in the warm air of his bedroom. I heard him get off the bed, and then the sound I’d been hoping for since he first kissed my earlobe, the sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by a zipper as he undid his pants. A rustle of fabric told me he was taking off his shirt as well, and then a light snap of elastic as he hooked his underwear off and pushed them down. Then I heard the opening of a package. A condom. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
He remounted the bed, taking a moment before pressing his body up against me from behind. He was warm, oh so warm, yet he still didn’t push himself inside me. I could feel his cock, thick and long pressing against the front of my pussy, his cockhead being tickled by the light hairs I had left.
“I love this position,” he said, reaching underneath me and pulling me upright off my elbows. He cupped my breasts again, his nose nuzzling against my neck as his cock became trapped between my thighs. “But tonight, I want to look into your face when I give you permission. Turn over.”
I obeyed, turning onto my back and laying with my legs spread, open and submitting to him. Still in darkness, I could only feel as he lifted my legs into the air, positioning himself at my entrance. I was momentarily frightened. Kade felt big, bigger than maybe any other lover I’d ever had before. Kade paused, seeing the apprehension on my face. “Alix, don’t worry. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.”
He pushed inside me, and I was gasping for air as he pushed. He was large, bigger than I’d ever had, but he took his time, not to tease but instead to give me the opportunity to adjust to him. He knew how to ride that line, however, pushing with each thrust until I was on the line between pain and pleasure before pulling back until just his head was inside me. He paused then pushed forward again, each fraction of an inch that he pushed in again causing my body to spasm in pleasure. Releasing my legs, he pushed in one last time until I could feel his hips settle against mine, and his body leaned forward, pinning me to the bed.
We kissed, our tongues entwined and twisted slowly around one another, my arms coming up to hold him close. He pulled his hips back and started thrusting, filling me over and over. Moving slowly at first so I could get used to his size, he soon had me quivering, my body alight with pleasure from the contact.
Normally, when I had sex with a lover, I concentrated on the activity. I moved, I stroked, I was the one to move. With Kade though, I wanted nothing more than to be what he wanted. If he wanted to pin me to the mattress, helpless and submissive to him, then I would stay there for a week if that was what he wanted.