CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53 DAY AFTER DAY

*ALORA*

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

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 me.

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 beamed at me, his hand never stopping its distracting movement.

“Do you want me 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 come. Right. Here.”

A bone deep shudder seeped into me.

Not a shudder of revulsion but of delight.

What was wrong with me?

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 me 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 me there, giving me 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 movement 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 something warm and addictive, he continued kissing me.

Abruptly, he jammed a finger into me. I gasped into his mouth and he held it deep inside me, 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 me. He’d started pumping in and out of me with concise, measured strokes.

He kept his thumb against my clit, the pressure against it ebbing and flowing with every measure 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 me just like his finger.

With a sexy low groan, he plunged a second finger into me and stared stroking at that spot deep inside of me 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 me 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 me in a heavy, melting waves.

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

My eyes opened, and it was a struggle, but I made myself meet his gaze as I came 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 something 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 me around and into his arms.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine.

My entire body instantly went up in flames. 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 me. 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 same time he cupped my ass through my dress and pressed me against himself.

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

He moved, still kissing me 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 me.

With trembling hands, I pulled it off me.

The dress came 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 movements 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 me out like he was deprived.

He got me off me in no time.

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

I had to hold onto him to keep me from falling.

I felt so weak with desire.

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

“Look at me, Alora.”

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

I looked up at him.

“Go wait for me 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 me wait for some minutes before he joined me, 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 me.”

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 me. A hot, drenching rush of sensation clamped down on my loins.

He lost his patience. He grabbed my hips and swung me 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 me even more in this position. I felt impaled.

I rode him in a slow dance, with full, big movements, 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 timeless rhythm overtook me. 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 me, 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 come until I felt the first tremors of him go off inside me. He came 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 claimed me.

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

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 me.

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 times but each time I had woken up with Caden inside of me, mindlessly fucking me again and again. Like he couldn’t get enough.

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

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

He had been taking me 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 time he took me, I came harder than the last.

I wish I knew what the hell was wrong with me.

Why did my body operate so oppositely from my brain?

I assume, that maybe he finally accomplished his goal last night. Maybe, he finally got his fill of me 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 moment,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 same 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 me no good to become 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 me. 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.