Page 94 of I Choose You

“Sensitive,” she warned before kissing me.

She broke the kiss and grinned. Her hand went to my shoulder and she shoved me off of her, sliding out so I could lie on my back.

On her knees, she removed the rest of her clothes and reached for my pants.

“Now let’s see what you’re hiding under these clothes.”

I set my hands behind my head and grinned, letting her have her way with me.

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I wasn’t wasting my time wondering what Kaden hid under his clothes. I saw the significant bulge of his erection. I licked my lips, lowering my gaze to his big dick straining to be freed as I unzipped him and tugged at his clothes. At the first brush of my fingers against the evidence of what he was trying and failing to hide, I knew what I wanted.

I didn’t give a shit if he was tatted or not. I had my suspicions. He was too straight and narrow to deviate so far to get inked.

And it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was getting that monster out of his boxers and getting it in me—however I wanted.

He lifted one hand, stroking it up my side to cup my breast. Even his touch was reverent. His stare was hot and intense, but his voice was gentle. “You’re amazing.”

“You really are one of those guys who like to talk during sex, huh?” I teased.

I didn’t mind it, but if you were doing it right, you shouldn’t have the energy and desire to talk, much less think, with good dick. Grunts and groans? Those primitive sounds were enough communication for me. Sure, you had to tell your partner what you wanted and what felt good. I loved it when the guy showed me what he wanted. But it didn’t have to be words.

He helped me get his pants off, and I yanked his shirt up, impatient to go slow. I’d already come, but straddling him and getting his hard, muscled body naked warmed me up all over again.

I knew what he was going to say. I’d heard every single word of compliments he’d given me. But he didn’t get it.

I didn’t know how beautiful I was because I struggled to convince myself I could be. It had taken me years to get used to not worrying about how dumb my face might look when I came.

Rena helped there. One night after too many drinks, I said I worried about that—and she admitted she did too. Watching porn for research felt silly, but I learned it truly didn’t matter. Letting go was about letting go.

I didn’t have a praise kink. I didn’t need the warm glow of Kaden’s words about how he viewed me. That he wanted to fuck me and taste me was enough proof.

He could croon every damn adjective in the world. I had to love myself first to let any of it in my head.

The only kink I thought I could have was this one—him. Kaden and his wickedly talented mouth was my kink.

He growled as I wrapped my fingers around his dick.

His mouth and this massive hard cock.

I pumped his steel length, getting wetter as I watched his face contort on a long groan. That guttural noise shot straight to my pussy. It clenched, and I knew I’d be smearing my orgasm on his leg as I crawled backward on my knees.

He sat up, leaning on his hands to watch me lower my lips to his dick. I kept my gaze locked on his, loving the way he growled and whispered, “Fuck me,” in that needy tone.

“I want a taste first,” I teased.

I closed my lips over the tip and tongued the salty drop at the slit. His thighs clenched beneath my hand. Knowing I did this to him, knowing it was me driving him wild, did something to me. Oral wasn’t my favorite. I was greedy. I loved getting it, but my experiences of giving it were lackluster.

Sliding my tongue up and down his thick cock, I wondered if I just hadn’t found the right flavor. His. I laved his hardness and swirled my tongue over the head. I couldn’t help the moan that left my mouth. Closing my eyes felt natural. If I could tune out all my other senses and sink in the glorious knowledge that I was sucking his dick with abandon, I’d savor it more.

Every vein. Each throb.

I covered him with my mouth and sucked him in. I slowly built my speed, bobbing up and down until my eyes burned with the threat of a gag. His salty taste turned me on more and more, until I lowered my chest toward the bed, seeking something more to help me get there faster. Dragging my sensitive nipples over the sheets was a sweet torture, and I worried I’d choke on him because he stretched my mouth deliciously.