Leaning over the counter and resting on his elbows, Cade clutched his cup of coffee. As I approached, he turned his head my direction and grinned.

“I want a hug,” I said as I held my arms outstretched.

“Give me a minute,” he sighed.

“Huh?” I shrugged, “I want a hug.”

He raised his hand and extended his index finger, “Give me a minute.”

I leaned toward him, gripped his shoulder, and pulled against it, attempting to turn him around.

“I want a hug,” I said as I stomped my foot on the floor.

As he turned to face me, the problem was apparent. Cade had a massive hard-on. His cock was sticking straight out, pressing his cotton pajamas toward the sky.

“You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?’ he sighed.

I stared down at his crotch, and after a short pause, slowly shifted my eyes upward, taking time to admire him entirely.

“Is that your way of telling me you like me?” I asked playfully as I tilted my head toward the tent he was pitching.

“No,” he responded, “This is.”

He slowly raised his hands to my face, pressed his palms against my cheeks, and guided my mouth to meet his. I was in no way ready for Cade to react in the manner he had. Even more so, I was not nor could I have ever been prepared to be kissed.

Not like this…

The kiss that followed wasn’t like anything I had ever experienced. I had almost no experience kissing, and as we kissed I realized it really didn’t matter. Cade was in charge of this kiss, and he obviously had all of the experience he needed to make me feel as if I had been thrust into the heavens above. Although I couldn’t count the amount of people who had fucked me, and had sucked no less than a mile of dicks, I didn’t really ever kiss anyone. Now, standing in the kitchen kissing Cade, I had no intent of ever allowing this to end.

Ever.

I’d always admitted I had problems with sex, and was somewhat of a self-diagnosed sex addict. Now, I could easily admit I had problems with kissing, or at least with kissing Cade. The way his kiss made me feel was so much better than anything I could remember feeling in the past, sex included. Although it was drastically different than sex, it was better, or at least during the time he was kissing me I felt like it was better. As our mouths parted, I opened my eyes and gazed into his.

Green, just like Ethan’s.

“Your eyes drive me crazy,” he whispered.

“Kissing you drives me crazy,” I breathed, “Let’s do it again.”

As his lips pressed against mine, my entire body began to feel almost weightless. After a short time, I began to tingle all over. It seemed his hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I knew I found Cade attractive, and had daydreamed about him no less than I had done so about Ethan, but feeling the way I felt was something totally new to me. Confused, elated, apprehensive, and just a little bit scared, I kept my eyes closed, enjoyed the moment, and waited for my body to explode.

Oh dear God, don’t squeeze my tits. No don’t…

He continued to kiss me, pressing me against the edge of the counter. His hands fumbled their way into my bra and began squeezing my boobs. His hands felt different. Soft. Careful. Caring. They were not the hands of a overly aggressive teen, nor the hands of the old men on the east side, eager to squeeze the tits of a woman thirty years younger than their overweight wives, they were the hands of a man who wished to protect me and respect me.

Squeeze ‘em Cade. Fuck yes. Squeeze my tits and keep kissing me.

His mouth moved from my lips and began kissing along my jawline. Eventually, he found his way to my neck. As he lightly nibbled my neck and shoulder, kissing the sensitive spot he created each time he did, my knees began to feel like rubber. With my bra now unclasped, and both of his hands on my boobs, my nipples felt like rocks. Each brush of his palm against my nipple sent a small jolt of electricity through my body.

In the amount of time most men would have finished fucking me and asked me to leave, Cade had only kissed me and fondled my breasts. Now, at 22 years old, I realized what foreplay was. As much as I enjoyed it, I felt if he didn’t fuck me soon, I would burst into a million little pieces. His mouth kissed up my neck until I could feel his breath against my ear. As I bent my knees, hoping for some relief, his hands released my boobs and slid along my cheeks, clearing my hair from my face. His warm breath against my ear almost caused me to collapse.

“You’re beautiful, Rain,” he whispered, “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

I inhaled a shallow breath. The faint scent of toast and butter lingered in the room.

“I want you to suck my titties,” I breathed.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Without speaking, he lifted my shirt over my head, removed my dangling bra, and tossed them aside on the counter. Now standing shirtless wearing nothing more than Ethan’s oversized sweats, I watched as his mouth found my right breast and began to lick and suck my nipple. Watching him do it was more exciting than the act itself. Seeing my nipple disappear into his mouth and feeling him suck the tip of my boob past his wet lips quickly proved to be far more than I was prepared for. As his body pressed tight against mine, his rigid cock against my waist was a reminder of the fact he had needs I was far from meeting.

As I watched him continue to suck my tits and nibble my nipples, I inhaled a breath, held it for as long as I could, and spoke as I exhaled, “I want to suck your cock.”

His lips parted from my breast. After flicking his tongue against my swollen nipple, he gazed upward and into my eyes.

“I don’t want you to think you have to…”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I breathed, “I can’t take this anymore.”

He turned and leaned away from me, pulling my body with him as he did. I didn’t need any more of an invitation. As I lowered myself to my knees, I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them past his still stiff dick. As the material of his PJ’s cleared the tip of his cock, it sprung upward. Absolutely straight and smooth in appearance, it was a picture perfect example of what a dick should look like. Not massive, but by no means small, I knew making him enjoy what I intended to do should be no problem.

I grasped his cock in my right hand and worked my face between his thighs. As I began to suck his balls, he started to moan. Softly, I sucked and slurped his balls until his moaning became a deep rumble. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft until my lips were resting against the tip. I opened my eyes and gazed upward. His head was tilted rearward, and his eyes appeared to be closed.

“Watch,” I said under my breath.

He lifted his head and gazed down and into my eyes. As I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, he again began to groan. This time, the sound seemed to come from his inner being. After six or eight strokes of my excited and very wet mouth, I forced the tip into my throat, taking his entire cock in my mouth. As I held it in my throat, I looked up into his eyes. His wide eyes and gaping mouth provided all of the reassurance I needed.

“Oh God that feels…”

I slid his cock from my throat and gasped for air. I wiped the saliva from my mouth and began jacking it in my wet hand. As I did, he once again leaned rearward and began to moan.

“Watch, please,” I breathed.

He glanced downward, “I can’t, I swear, it’s too much.”

He likes it.

I opened my mouth and slowly slid my lips along the shaft a few times, watching him as I did. After a few strokes, I forced his cock in and out of my throat until I felt it convulse. After I pulled my mouth free and gasped for air, I eagerly began again.