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“Sit down and take your shoes off,” Cannon tells me, waving towards his bed. This room is unfamiliar to me, but as Cannon walks over to his large electric fireplace and flicks it on, the warmth of it soothes me. I do as he commands, sitting down and relaxing as much as I can while he moves about the room, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt as he goes.
Finally, Cannon, who seems on edge, turns back to me. “I’m going to go and run you a hot bath. This is your last chance to tell me that you don’t want me to fuck you, Candace, because I’m nearly at the point of no return thinking about it.”
Heat flushes my face and body, but even though I’m apprehensive and sort of terrified, I nod quickly. “I’m sure. Don’t make me second guess myself.”
He gives me a tight smile before heading to the bathroom, moving like a big jungle cat, all muscle and grace. I can’t believe I’m about to go through with this after how crazy today has been, but sleeping with Cannon feels like a way to take control of my life again. It’smychoice, no one else's.
I fidget restlessly on the bed, hearing him running the water in the deep-soaking tub, moving about the bathroom where I can’t see him. From here, I can smell the scent of lavender filling the air—a bath oil Cannon had given me Sunday morning to use that I absolutely adore—and it helps to calm my nerves. It’s so thoughtful of him to add it.
When he comes back for me, it’s a surprise to see him in a long, dark robe and nothing else, having shed all the trappings of his work clothing. Seeing Cannon like this seems wrong in a way…he’s always dressed impeccably.
He holds out his hand for me, and I stand, walking over and lacing our fingers together. His expression is heated, lids low over his eyes, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
The stone soaking tub is full, the jets already going and the water shimmering from the lavender oil. Wordlessly, Cannon helps me to undress, carefully undoing the buttons of my shirt and sliding it down my arms. I start breathing hard as the rough pads of his fingers skim over my bare arms, and even harder still as he reaches behind me and unsnaps the clasp of my pale pink bra, removing it and baring my chest to his eyes for the first time.
Cannon sucks in a breath, sinking to his knees and cupping my breasts in his hands. I’m so worked up that even this makes me gasp, but the gasp melts into a moan when his thumbs flick over my nipples, again and again. He alternates flicks and pinches, and finally lowers his head to suck one taut peak into his mouth.
I cry out, burying my hands in his hair as he sucks and licks at me, the sensations rushing to my core and pooling there like molten gold. When I’m about to lose my mind, he moves to the other nipple and starts the process all over again. It’s torture and heaven, all at the same time.
Now his fingers work at the button on my pants, pushing them and my panties to the floor all at the same time. He looks up at me from down on his knees, holding me with his large hands clasped around my hips.
“Don’t be afraid,” he rumbles, and it’s like I can feel his voice in my bones. “I’m going to taste you first, so you’re nice and ready for my cock.”
His words drag another moan out of me, and they just keep falling from my lips as he covers my lower belly and the top of my mound with hot, open-mouthed kisses before he parts my pussy with a thumb on either side and swipes his tongue across me, from my clit all the way to the entrance and back.
It’s a good thing he’s holding me up because otherwise, my legs wouldn’t have held me.
His tongue on my clit feels electrifying, multiplying the tension growing in me tenfold. I bury my hands in his hair again, but Cannon doesn’t heed me trying to pull him back or slow him down. He sucks my clit between his lips until my legs are shaking before dipping his tongue deep into my channel. Wetness flows from me, easing the way when he sinks one finger deep into me, doubling the attention he’s paying to my clit to distract me from how tight the fit is.
My pussy stretches for him slowly, and when he’s satisfied, he adds another finger, pumping them in and out while he licks and sucks me to the brink of orgasm. I don’t even realize that the pulses of his fingers inside me are shallow, so lost in pleasure I am, until two things happen at once.
First, my orgasm looms close and my vision starts to gray at the edges as it begins to roll over me, and at the same time, he presses his fingers all the way to the last knuckle. There is a sharp snap of pain deep within my channel and I cry out, but Cannon doesn’t cease, working me over with his lips and tongue until the pain is nothing but a memory.
Once he’s sure the hurt is over, Cannon crooks his fingers forward, and the pleasure of him stroking some secret bundle of nerves inside me sends me over the edge. I start to come, chanting his name, and now I really do collapse. But he holds me steady, never letting up from his ministrations, even while the most intense orgasm of my life rocks me.
I feel like every nerve is lit up, the waves of sensation rolling over me until I don’t even know what direction is up and which is down.
When I finally go limp, Cannon lowers me down slowly until I’m in his arms, and then he’s kissing me—hard. I can taste myself on his lips, bringing an aftershock of pleasure.
“Are you ready for the main event?” he asks, tone dark and full of promises.
“I-I think so,” I tell him, conflicting emotions warring in me. But Cannon knows what he’s doing because I’m so wrung out from the climax that I don’t have it in me to feel too scared.
Cannon stands and drops his black robe onto the floor, and seeing him nude for the first time will be burned into my memory forever. He isn’t just fit—Cannon is packed-up muscle, owing to what must be hours at the gym, the muscles rippling under his skin as he moves to get into the soaking tub.
As unbelievable as his body is, it’s nothing compared to the hard, erect length of his cock jutting out from between his legs, as if demanding attention. My mouth waters, remembering how he tastes, but I know that I’m going to be feeling him somewhere else tonight.
He steps into the steaming water first, sitting against the wall before motioning for me to join him. I’m happy to be off my feet, my legs still shaking, but once I’m in the water, he doesn’t let me sit next to him.
Cannon grabs me by the hips once more and maneuvers me to straddle him, his cock sticking up between us, the length of it only slightly parting my pussy lips as he pulls me forward to rub against him. My clit is still so sensitive that I gasp, but the feeling is heady, and my body already knows what’s coming.
A hollow feeling takes me over…an animalistic need to be filled. I writhe against Cannon as he pumps my breasts with his hands, squeezing my nipples again gently under the water. It feels wonderful soaking in the hot bath while he touches every inch of skin that he can reach, spreading kisses between caresses.
“It’s time, love,” Cannon tells me. “I can’t wait any longer. Lift yourself up and take it slow. I’ll help you.”
I swallow hard but do as I’m told, my hands braced on his strong shoulders as I lift my body until the mouth of my pussy is hovering over the broad head of his manhood. I lower myself down slowly until the head of him is spreading my lips, but when the first inch of him pushes into me, I freeze.
“It’s too big,” I tell him, feeling frantic and needy.
