To Be Yours Again Chapter 53 Day after day

*ALORA*

Caden stroked his tongue against mine, in a rhythm that made my entire body sing his na.

He hooked one of my legs over his knee beneath the table. It was hidden under the long white tablecloth, but I was still aware of the fact that this brought my dress high to my thighs.

He pulled away, slightly.

I watched his face, trying to read what he thought of .

Does his feel this confusing and strong feeling as well?

His palm was on my thigh, rubbing and moving up at an alarming rate.

“Do you like it when I touch you, Alora?”

I nodded.”I...I like it. I love it very much.”

He bead at , his hand never stopping its distracting movent.

“Do you want to touch you right now?”He mulled it over, his eyes enigmatic, his big hand rubbing and kneading at my inner thigh.

I looked around the restaurant, nervously.

“Right..right here?”

“I’m going to make you co. Right. Here.”

A bone deep shudder seeped into .

Not a shudder of revulsion but of delight.

What was wrong with ?

My eyes shot to his.

“We’re in public.”I reminded.

He looked around.”Everyone seems to be minding their business right now. You’re only going to have to behave. Contain your reaction. Be very quiet.bDo you think you can do that?”

I shook my head. “I have no idea.”

“Give your mouth again. I need to kiss you.” He said in his deep, rough voice.

I did but I couldn’t stifle my gasp when his finger pushed past my panties and reached for my pussy lips.

It was disorienting.

And arousing.

He rubbed there, giving feather light touches but his lips were firm and warm and delicious against mine.

One of my hands gripped the table, the other holding onto the lapel of his jacket as I sucked of his mouth, hyperaware of every minuscule movent of his hand beneath the table.

He drew his mouth away just enough to speak.

“You’re so wet.” He pointed out, his tone full of sothing warm and addictive, he continued kissing .

Abruptly, he jamd a finger into . I gasped into his mouth and he held it deep inside , stroking at my most addictive spot.

With a whimper of soft touch, his thumb started softly toying with my clit.

His actions were monopolizing all of my oxygen.bI panted against him like a bitch in heat.

He spoke into my mouth,his voice rumbling low and rich, at last showing the weakness of his desire.

“You feel so warm. You’re hugging my finger tightly. Do you have any idea what that does to my dick?”

I couldn’t respond to his words.

Liquid heat flooded . He’d started pumping in and out of with concise, asured strokes.

He kept his thumb against my clit, the pressure against it ebbing and flowing with every asure drive of his hand.

He stroked his tongue into my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked on it, he worked it in and out until it was fucking into just like his finger.

With a sexy low groan, he plunged a second finger into and stared stroking at that spot deep inside of again.

By then, I didn’t care that we were in public. I didn’t care if anyone noticed what was happening under the table. I wrapped both arms around his neck and drew desperately at his mouth.

He fucked with his relentless fingers, working in a steady rhythm until I felt my eyes rolling up in my head, the whole world going fuzzy as my climax took in a heavy, lting waves.

He kept his fingers deep inside of , pulling back from our kiss to watch my face.

My eyes opened, and it was a struggle, but I made myself et his gaze as I ca down from my sensuous high. My sex was still rippling around his fingers.

It was quite gratifying to see his face go slack with desire.

“I’ve never done sothing like this in public.” He rasped and added. “I really need to get you out of my system.”

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We barely made it through the door of the suite that night when he turned around and into his arms.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine.

My entire body instantly went up in flas. Hot sparks of fire sizzled across my skin at the first brush of his mouth against mine.

I moaned, softly, opening my mouth to his searching tongue. I stroke my tongue against his, tangling it with his, sliding it into his mouth to taste him.

I moaned again when I tasted the heady sweetness of his mouth.

Oh I was getting to love this too much.

I lifted my arms to tangle my hands in his hair, holding him even closer to . I deepened the kiss, ravaging his mouth with my own as I drew his tongue further into my mouth and nipped, gently.

He groaned at the sa ti he cupped my ass through my dress and pressed against himself.

I instantly responded to his primal call as wet heat seeped from inside to dampen my panties as my sheath clenched and unclenched.

He moved, still kissing as he walked towards the couch and I fell on it in a sitting position.

“Take off your dress.” He ordered as he quickly undid the zip for .

With trembling hands, I pulled it off .

The dress ca with a bit of an in-built bra so there wasn’t any need to wear a real bra.

All I wore beneath it was my panties.

“Cup your breasts.” He rasped. “Pinch your nipples. Rub them. I want you to fondle yourself while I...tend to you, got it?”

I rubbed my aching, sensitive breasts, rolling my nipples against my palms.

His eyes followed the movents for a long beat, two, three. He looked enraptured. It was a very mutual feeling.

“Fuck.”He murmured and went down on his knees.

He pulled off my panties and parted my legs.

Caden ate out like he was deprived.

He got off in no ti.

Afterward, he rose, and pulled up to my feet directly in front of him.

I had to hold onto him to keep from falling.

I felt so weak with desire.

He tilted my face up to him with a light touch.

“Look at , Alora.”

The sound of my na on his lips made my knees almost go full liquid.

I looked up at him.

“Go wait for on the bed.” He ordered, brusquely. “Don’t touch yourself.”

I couldn’t even hide the shiver that visibly moved my body at those words.

I obeyed.

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I laid naked on the bed, pulling the sheet up to my chin. I was shivering, head to toe, but not from cold.

He made wait for so minutes before he joined , a glass of wine in hand.

He set it on the nightstand.

He pulled the covers to my ribs, smoothing it flat along my skin.

He impatiently took off his clothes, dragging his trousers and boxer briefs off like they had offended him.

He was fully aroused, his hard dick bobbing with his every move as he dragged the sheet off.

“Get up.” He ordered.

I stood.

He sprawled out on my bed, his back propped up against the headboard. He grabbed his drink, took a long swig and set it back down.

He patted his lap, his eyes dark.

“Ride .”

He stroked his cock, and in spite of myself, I moved closer to watch. Close enough that I was almost touching him, watching him touch himself got to . A hot, drenching rush of sensation clamped down on my loins.

He lost his patience. He grabbed my hips and swung over to straddle him.

I arched my hips, notching his blunt, thick tip against my cleft, I rubbed on him, coating him in my arousal.

He only watched through heavy-lidded eyes, his hands lightly gripping my hips.

I took him in with a long, smooth glide.

Smooth but not easy. He stretched even more in this position. I felt impaled.

I rode him in a slow dance, with full, big movents, dragging him out to the tip before seating myself again and again.

My brain went fuzzy with mind-bending pleasure of it.

I wanted to go faster, needed it but it just felt too good to tease him.

He brought his hands to my aching breasts, palming them roughly, I gripped his wrists, fingertips rubbing against his racing pulse.

I rocked my hips, undulating. A tiless rhythm overtook . His fingers were on my nipples, plucking and tugging at them gently then harder and rougher.

My hips jerked faster, breaking the rhythm to seat myself on him harder and deeper.

His teeth were grinding together. I saw how much he liked that and I paused before each lush downswing.

He finally snapped.

He clutched my hips above him and pumped upward into , jacking in and out just how we both needed. I was on top,but he was setting the pace now.

Oh God.

I didn’t know I was going to co until I felt the first tremors of him go off inside . He ca just as my pussy started to squeeze him. I couldn’t honestly say who set the other off. I was only moving down, seating myself deep on him, watching his face as his body started to erupt and mine started lapping it up.

I moved out as a powerful climax claid .

He lunged upwards one last ti, I felt the blunt force against my cervix. And then he held himself there, his cock still jerking, still shooting out cum inside of .

I went limp against him, lying on top of his chest.

He panted against my ear. My body moved up and downwards with his labored breaths.

Again, I questioned if this was really .

I thought I hated him.

I did not know anymore.

All I knew was him.

All I wanted to breathe was him.

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The following morning, I woke up feeling so exhausted.

I hadn’t gotten much sleep throughout the night. Hardly any, in fact. I had drifted off several tis but each ti I had woken up with Caden inside of , mindlessly fucking again and again. Like he couldn’t get enough.

That had made rember what he had said at the restaurant. Like he wanted to get out of his system. And he did tried his best to.

At so point in the middle of another round, he had whispered his intentions of giving it to all night long.

He had been taking from behind, finger soft on my clit, hard cock buried deep,

“God, I can’t get enough, I want you every minute...”He groaned into my ear.

Each ti he took , I ca harder than the last.

I wish I knew what the hell was wrong with .

Why did my body operate so oppositely from my brain?

I assu, that maybe he finally accomplished his goal last night. Maybe, he finally got his fill of for I felt so raw from his efforts from last night.

Deep down, I do not want him to get tired because I wasn’t.

Not until this honeymoon was over.

Hell, even as sore as I felt, I still wanted him between my legs.

At the mont,he was deeply asleep and plastered against my back. We were lying on our sides and I was using one of his impressive biceps as a pillow. His chin nuzzled into the top of my head. It wasn’t all that comfortable but I loved it.

It felt so hot. His other hand was thrown over my side, gripping one of my breasts like it was a handful of his favorite teddy bear.

Oh I love sleeping in the sa bed with him now. I was getting to love doing a lot of things with him and I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t keep on getting attached to him. It would do no good to beco attached.

I carefully extricated myself from him and then I dragged myself into the shower.

I still felt his touch everywhere. All over every inch of . I ran my hands over my body with a strange feeling of disconnection. It felt as if I should have just stayed in bed with him. I wanted to be so close to him all day and all night.

I was losing myself to him day after day.

And I had no idea what to do about it.