To Be Yours Again Chapter 50 What couples do

*ALORA*

I wore my panties and camisole inside the bathroom after bathing.

When I ca out, I found Caden lying on the bed.

“Why are you on the bed?”

He glanced up at .”Where should I be?”

“I don’t think it’s proper for us to share the sa bed.”

“You could go sleep on the couch.”He offered.

My jaw dropped. “And I thought you had a bit of gentlemanliness in you.”

He scoffed.”I am not sleeping on the couch for a week, Alora.”Caden declared.

I eyed him, I wasn’t in the mood to argue tonight.

I grabbed a pillow and placed on the center of the bed to demarcate it.

I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, I didn’t feel sleepy.

I turned on different sides of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position and maybe sleep.

Yet, I couldn’t sleep.

And then I realized.

It wasn’t that the bed was uncomfortable or anything.

It was my body.

I was hot and bothered.

Fuck! No!

If I was alone, maybe I would have touched myself.

But I didn’t even have the zeal to touch myself right now.

Instead, I swallowed as I stared at the Caden’s side of the bed.

I didn’t want to admit. But I wanted him to take .

I tried to endure, to make my arousal go away but it didn’t.

At the end, I caved.

“Hmm.”I cleared my throat. “Do you think it’s okay to do what couples normally do?”

I tried to sound nonchalant but failed, miserably.

Caden instantly took the pillow away.

I saw the look on his eyes and I instantly knew he wanted tonight too.

I watched his Adam apple bobbed.

“What?”

“You know, you know what,”I whined.

He smirked.”You an this.”

My heart picked up speed as he moved and hovered above my body.

In no ti, the camisole I had gone to bed in was gone, my panties were discarded too.

I was completely bare to him.

One of his muscular thighs shoved high between my legs, I rubbed wantonly against it.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, looking down at .

And right now, I feel so beautiful, more beautiful than I’ve ever felt.

His mouth slid along my jaw and down my throat. I tensed when he ran his hand between my lips and touched my clit so softly.

He fingered my pussy with the softest whisper of a touch and purred his approval into my ear.

“Good girl. Already wet for . I could slip my cock inside you but right now, I won’t. Not yet.” His words were low, soft puffs against my flesh.

“First, I’m going to make you co. I need to taste you. I’m going to eat out before I fuck you.”

“Oh God.”I breathed, feeling so aroused.

My breath caught as he pushed one of his big fingers into .

It entered , slowly, carefully.

My eyes shut at the sweet sensation pulsing through . It was sobering, how vulnerable I felt as he invaded with just that one thick, curious finger.

He took his ti, feeling .

“You’re squeezing my finger like a vise, Alora.”His breath was ragged in my ear. “Imagine how tight you’re going to hug my cock.“

I whimpered.

I didn’t know if it was his dirty talk, his touch or my na on his lips, but he was getting to .

How can soone I’m supposed to despise affect so much?

I hated the feeling and loved it at the sa ti.

Everything I felt only added to my arousal.

He tugged his finger out of , abruptly, moving to stand.

“Lie down on the edge of the bed. On your back.”He paced, restlessly as he spoke.

It was as if he had already thought about what he was going to do to tonight.

I sprawled where he had instructed. A small part of wanted to shut my eyes in sha, mortified at who I was submitting to, embarrassed at how much he affected .

A larger part of just couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He stopped in his tracks, he was staring at my body. He caught his lips between his teeth as his gaze traced over , avidly and thoroughly.

He moved back to the bed, he hooked my legs over his arm, hitching it up, spreading my legs wide.

I was trembling, my nipples drawn tight, everything bared to him.

Sensations overwheld , everything inside warring with itself.

Desire, hunger, shock and confusion.

Desire won. I squird not in discomfort but in anticipation for the return of his touch.

He reached between my legs with both hands and parted softly with his fingers.

“You’re so lovely everywhere.” He told ,quietly. “So tender and pink. Just for . Say it. Say this is just for .”

“This is just for you.”I said, voice thready with need.

Painstakingly and with utmost care, he slid two thick fingers into .

I watched him, eyes dissecting his face with avid interest as he breached . I loved how absolutely focused he was on , his lower lip bitten as though in deep concentration.

“I’m going to make you co so hard, Alora.” He crooned as he pulled his fingers out and thrust them gently back in.

I clenched eagerly around him, my breath panting in and out.

He pulled out, dragging the pad of his fingers along every sensitive nerve inside of , then pumped them back in.

He drew out and shoved back in, this ti going deeper, harder until I had to shift, trying to ease the pressure.

“I’m going to ride you bare.” He bent lower, nuzzling between my breasts as he spoke into my skin. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

I didn’t object to that.

I would too horny to.

I would get so ergency pills tomorrow.

His mouth surrounded the peak of my breast and softly sucked on it as his fingers pulled out.

He started pumping them in and out ,quick, smooth and shallow.

“Cad....Caden...uhm.”I moaned.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was keyed up and turned on.

I started jerking my hips, trying clumsily to match his movents.

My arms were flushed out, my fingertips digging restlessly into the sheets.

I whimpered out a protest when he tugged his fingers out.

“Shh.” He breathed into my skin, his mouth working soft as a whimper along my flesh.

He moved lower, his lips running along my ribs,down my belly, not stopping until his gorgeous face was wedged between my legs.

He stretched open with his big hands and touched the tip of his tongue to my clit.

My hips jerked and I cried out.

He nuzzled against , then started licking, lapping luxuriously.

“Please.” He wrung the word out of soplace deep inside .

He raised his head,looking up my sweat slick torso, through his thick black lashes at .

“Please what? What are you asking for?”

I didn’t even know. Only he did, and he was well aware of that fact.

I said it again.

He smiled and lowered his mouth back down to my sex.

He locked his mouth over my pussy, thrusting his tongue into , over and over.

My hands were in his hair before I could stop myself, clutching him against , my hips bucking, shoving myself into his mouth.

He said sothing into my flesh but I couldn’t make it out over the roaring in my ears.

He latched his lush lips over my clit and started sucking.

I barely held in a scream.

One of his hands was at my breast, kneading, plucking, rubbing. The other hand stayed between my legs, two of his fingers shoved into .

He pounded them in and out. He did all of these things to , all at once and I lost all sense of ti and reason.

I didn’t just co. I was moved. I felt it all over my body. I yearned...I coveted.

In that mont, it was apparent to that there was so sort of visceral, primal connection between us. It was powerful and undeniable.

The way he touched .

Kissed .

Held .

Savored .

Breathed .

Like I was necessary for his next breath.

I was mortified to realize that the feelings he pulled from were sohow more than physical reactions. They ss with my chest, with my head too.

And they were powerful. I couldn’t reason myself out of them.

And just as soon as I ca down from the high, out of body experience of coming so hard that I forgot my own na, I began to wonder...

How does he do this to ?