“Lie back on the bed.” Cade's voice drew my attention.

I did as he asked, my curiosity piqued as he picked up my half-refilled glass of champagne. What was he going to do with that?

He moved carefully as he climbed onto the bed next to me, settling about halfway. Despite his previous words, I suddenly felt self-conscious about my breasts. Lying flat on my back, no matter how firm they were, made them seem smaller. Before I could overthink, however, Cade was tipping the glass and I gasped as a small amount cold liquid splashed across my breasts.

“What...?” I started to sputter half a dozen questions and push myself up.

“Stop.”

I froze, my body automatically obeying the quiet command.

“Lay back down.”

I did as I was told, shivering as the now-damp bedspread came in contact with my back.

“Trust me,” Cade said. “You'll enjoy this. Just relax.”

I flinched as another splash of champagne came down on my breasts. My nipples hardened even more, pale pink points jutting up from my flesh. The liquid ran down between them as Cade moved the glass down, spilling the expensive drink on my stomach and letting it pool in my bellybutton.

“Spread your legs.”

Fuck. My stomach flipped as I parted my legs. I watched, knowing what was coming next, but still unable to completely prepare myself for the contact. I gasped as the champagne ran down my slit, coating my lips, beading in the thin layer of dark curls that I kept neatly trimmed. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, tingling against my sensitive skin.

Once the glass was empty, Cade set it aside and looked down at me. I had a pretty good idea what he was going to do, but my heart still raced with anticipation. He lowered his head and began to circle my breast with his tongue. His lips joined in, cleaning every inch before taking my nipple into his mouth.

I cried out at the heat contrasted with the cool of my skin, then again as he began to suck. Each pull was slow and deliberate, as if he designed each one specially to send a jolt of pleasure straight through me. When he released my nipple, I made a noise of protest, but then he was moving across the valley between my breasts and starting over, first licking the drying champagne, then sucking on my nipple until I was shaking.

He sat up slightly, a curious expression on his face. I wondered what he was thinking, but didn't ask. My arousal was more important than my wanting to know. When he moved to kneel between my legs, he handed me a pillow and instructed me to, “Watch.” I propped myself up, just enough to see what he would do next, curiosity and desire mixing to heighten my anticipation.

I'd never wanted to watch before, satisfied just to have Ronald go down on me. Those times had been few and far between, a reluctant act brought about by his inability to make me come any other way. Not that he managed to do it orally, I thought wryly. I’d just assumed I was broken, one of those women unable to have an orgasm very often. I’d fooled myself into believing that the physical closeness of sex was enough.

But now, as this man hovered over me, I knew this time would be different and my back arched at the thought.

He leaned over me, working his way down my stomach to my bellybutton. I laughed as he lapped up the liquid there, his tongue teasing a part of me that was extremely ticklish. He smiled, lingering a bit longer until I was gasping for air.

While I caught my breath, he stretched out between my legs, settling with his arms underneath my thighs, his hands resting on my hips. When I looked down at him, our eyes met and I knew that's what he'd been waiting for. He wanted to see my face when he did this. He didn't break eye contact as he pressed his mouth against me.

My hands fisted in the bedspread as his tongue cleaned every last drop of champagne before dipping between my folds to get what was now mixed with my own arousal. I cried out as his mouth found my clit, his tongue working over the little bundle of nerves until I was sure I was going to explode.

A finger slid inside me and my body jerked. Then he curled it, pressing against something that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through me. His lips closed around my clit and he gently sucked on it, making me cry out. My eyes rolled. It was too much. Tears ran down my cheeks as my body shook. I needed him to stop, but I never wanted it to end. Then, his finger was gone and his mouth moved. My muscles twitched and I felt his hands on my legs, slowly moving up and down, soothing me through the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

When I was finally able to force my eyes open, I looked up to see him watching me and I flushed with embarrassment.

“There's nothing as beautiful as watching a woman come,” he said, pushing himself up off the bed to stand.

“What was that?” I had to ask. His eyebrows went up and I quickly clarified so he didn't think I was a complete idiot. “I've had orgasms before, but nothing like that.”

A look of understanding crossed his face. “A lot of women haven't had a g-spot orgasm before.” He gave me a cocky grin. “It's one of the reasons I learned how to do that.”

“Wow.” I let out a breath. I'd heard of it before, of course, but it had always seemed so elusive. Something women like Adelle and Mindy talked about when they discussed the positives and negatives of certain lovers.

“We're not done yet,” Cade said.

My stomach clenched at his words and I watched as he slowly lowered the black boxer briefs that appeared to have grown tighter since I'd taken off his pants earlier. I swallowed hard as the rest of his body came into view. He had a thin trail of black curls under his belly button, but the rest of him was either clean-shaven or waxed, leaving nothing hidden. If I hadn't been so distracted by his body, I might've worried that I should've shaven too, but as it was, the only thing I could think about was that long, thick piece of flesh curving up toward his beautifully defined abs.

Even though I only had Ronald for personal comparison, Adelle and Mindy were open enough about their sex lives that I knew my ex-fiancé had been average in length but a bit on the thin side. Cade was longer than Ronald by about two or three inches, but it was his thickness that made me wonder if he would fit inside me. He was easily twice as big around as Ronald, nearly three times at the base.

Cade ran his hand over himself, his hand moving up and down in an almost hypnotic rhythm. I licked my lips, wondering if I'd get the chance to taste him like he'd tasted me. I wasn't a big fan of giving head, but I didn't detest it either. Then he was rolling a condom over his cock and my heart skipped a beat.

“Spread your legs.” Cade gave the command again.

I hadn't even realized I'd closed them, but I opened them, never taking my eyes off of that thick shaft.

“Trust me,” Cade said as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt between my legs and gripped my hips, lifting them so that my ass rested on his muscular thighs. His cock brushed against my lips and I shivered. “Relax. I promise to go slow.”

I nodded, still not looking at his face. His finger hooked my chin and raised my head.

“Aubree, what do you want?”

“You,” I answered automatically. “Please, Cade.”

He nodded and let me drop my gaze so I could watch as he slid the head of his cock inside me. My eyelids fluttered. Fuck, if just the tip felt that good, I didn't think I'd be able to deal with the rest of him. Cade reached out and took my hands, threading our fingers together as he began to move forward. He did as he'd said and moved slowly, stretching me inch by agonizing inch.

I moaned as he filled me, his cock rubbing against my walls with each bit of forward progress. Then his dick pressed against the same spot his fingers had earlier and I gasped, my back arching from the bed. The sudden movement pushed him deeper and I cried out. He stopped, giving me a moment to adapt. My fingers tightened around his as my body tried to process the burn of being stretched too fast with the pleasure of everything else.