To Be Yours Again Chapter 54 Curious about him

*ALORA*

I was still in the shower, running my hands through my body. Even my own touch only reminded now of his touch.

As if that wasn’t enough, he had marked . Little red marks on my breasts, hickeys on my neck.

On the insides of my thighs were small, fresh bruises shaped like his thumbs. And I knew inside my chest had also been marked, the organ that sat slightly behind and to the left of my sternum just won’t stop getting involved.

I had just dried off and had flung my towel over a hook on the wall when Caden walked in.

He had only put on his trousers now and hadn’t bothered to button them up.

I froze mid-motion.

He froze too when he saw , his eyes raking up and down. After the night we had shared, it was obvious he still wanted more of .

God.

I couldn’t understand this myself.

Sex was always sothing I wanted to be over and done with but the more I had sex with Caden, the more I craved him.

“I...I left so marks.” He noted. “Sorry.”He added, his mouth quirking up at one corner.

I eyed him.”You sure did. Inside and out.”I replied.

The smug look on his face disappeared. His eyes flew to mine.

“Are you very sore?”!He asked.

I nodded.

He pointed his chin at the nearest counter.

“Have a seat. Let see.”

I stiffened.”No. It’s fine.”

He shut a flat stare.”Let see.”

I wasn’t used to obeying commands.

But sothing about the way he said it sent a jolt shot through .

Desire, sharp and powerful.

With a sigh, I propped my completely nude self on the vanity.

He pushed my thighs apart, kneeling low between them. He studied .

Nothing could have prepared for the intimacy of his gaze.

I was floored.

There were mirrors on nearly every wall of my bathroom. I glanced over at the nearest one.

My face was flushed.

From embarrassnt, but not just that.The sight of his big naked shoulders kneeling down in front of my naked body did all sorts of things to .

Without conscious thought, my hand reached out to touch his ssy hair. Without any direction from my brain, it gripped a firm handhold of the silky black waves.

He glanced up, grinning.

“Was that a request?”There was a laugh in his voice.

I blushed harder, shaking my head so hard that my long hair fell forward to cover half of my face.

He went back to studying and his smile disappeared. He bit his bottom lip.

Unconsciously, my hand gripped his hair harder. He looked up through his thick,too pretty lashes. It was a handso and hot look, and it worked up in all kinds of counterproductive ways.

“Alora.” He called,softly.”If you keep pulling my hair like that,I’m going to co all over you right now.”

“Sorry.”The word ca out of in a pant.

He went back to his task, bringing his hands up to part and then softly with his fingers. His breath ca out in a ragged exhale that turned into a curse.

“You’re very tender.”!He told , sending another smoldering look. “But you’re also very wet. You’re sending mixed signals, Rara. What am I going to do with you?”

His face moved closer to my pussy until I could feel his breath on it.

“I think even my fingers will be too rough for you this morning.” He murmured into my flesh.

“Probably.”I breathed.

“I guess this will be okay then?” He nuzzled gently into , prodding lightly with his tongue.

He pulled back. “How does that feel?Too much?”

I answered by gripping his hair with both hands and pushing his face back into .

He didn’t ask again. He ate out tenderly, leisurely.

His hands stayed busy elsewhere, one plucking and kneading at my breasts, the other finding its way to my mouth.

His thumb rubbed back and forth across my lips, teasing.

I watched us in the mirror, the sight of what he was doing to brought close to the edge every bit as much as the sensations themselves.

His fingers prodded at my mouth, and I opened for him. I sucked his fingers in and out as his lips sucked at my slit.

That act was so tender and leisurely that my orgasm caught completely by surprise. It hit in a gentle unfurling.My head fell back. My toes curled.

“Ca...Caden.” I cried out in pure pleasure.

After he rose up from between my legs,wiping his mouth, I was still trying to catch my breath.

He moved away.

I closed my eyes. They snapped open again when I heard ruffling sounds.

I glanced at him to see he had taken off his trousers. His cock was in his hands and he was fisting it.

He smirked at and my blush intensified.

“You want to...” I probed.

“Yes. If you don’t mind.”The way he said it was excruciating polite and utterly irresistible.

Especially with his dick in his hand.

“You...em...I don’t know how to make it good for you.” I pointed out.

I an, I’ve tried but I don’t think I’m good at blow jobs.

“Who said that?”

I eyed him.”I just don’t think I’m good at it.”

“I think you are.”

I guess that was all the encouragent I needed.

I hopped off the counter and lowered myself to the floor. His eyes ran over my body and he kept stroking himself.

I gazed up at him, licking my lips. I wanted him to move closer but I loved the sight of him touching himself too much so I waited.

“I’m going to touch you so good and you’re going to like it.”I said, playfully.

He laughed and groaned out.”Touch .”

That turned on so much.

I felt heat rush through , flushing my skin and pooling in my loins. He moved closer and I grabbed him with both hands.

He made a rough, delicious noise when my mouth surrounded his tip. He gripped his hands in my hair and eased his thick length into my mouth.

“Touch yourself.”He instructed, throatily.”Rub your clit.”

I kept one hand on him, jerking off his base as I sucked his tip and fingered myself.

I got us both off at the sa ti. There was sothing so heady about that, having the power to pleasure both of us at once while he moaned and pulled my hair.

I felt his body tensed,everything going stiff, his balls drawing up tight. The very air changed in that mont. It was utterly intoxicating, and it brought on my own release.

I couldn’t help it.

I cried out as I ca, and my mouth released him with a wet little pop.

One of his hands stayed in my hair, the other reaching down to cover my hand on him. He jerked his cum out into the air. It hit my lips, my chin, my collarbone and lower.

He spent extra ti, spurting onto my tits.

“I...I ant to swallow it.”I murmured when I caught my breath.

He laughed, a breathless surprise rumble out of his throat and then he pushed himself back between my lips. I licked his tip and was surprised when I felt his cock jerk another little stream of cum into my throat. It just kept going.

“There’s always a next ti.” He said, voice low and hoarse.

He still wants more of ?!

That thrilled .

He pulled out and away, tucking himself back into his trousers.

He was good to go. I had licked him clean while I was a complete ss.

From the way his eyes lingered on , I could tell he loved the sight.

“Rub it onto your tits.” He groaned.

I looked down at myself, rubbing his sticky cum into my flesh, massaging the firm globes of my breasts.

I kneaded at myself, getting it everywhere.

He moaned, rubbing at his crotch like we might just go another round.

I twisted my nipples between my fingers, I wanted him to suck on them, cum and all.

I was disappointed when he told . “Enough.” in a hoarse, heavy voice.

He helped up, then gave his back, going to wash his hands.

That was when I noticed so scars.

Those were scars right?

They looked like scars, of different shape and sizes, so were long and slanted.

I had never seen his naked back up close like this before.

“How did you get these? Were you in an...?”

Before I could complete that, he turned around to face .

“Get what?”

“The scars of your back?”

“It’s nothing.” He looked nervous now.

“How did you get them?”

“I think my phone’s ringing. I need to get it.”With that, he hurried off.

I didn’t hear any phone ring.

Now I was more curious about him.