A rush of relief went through me, chasing away the last of my lingering doubts. His words were sincere, I could feel it.

“Do we have an understanding?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Then slide your hand under the waistband of your panties and touch yourself.” The hand on his crotch returned to the back of the couch.

I kept my eyes on his face as I ran my hand over my stomach and underneath the waistband of my panties. I didn't have to feel ashamed that I found him attractive or worry about what he was thinking when he looked at me. He wanted me, wanted my body. My middle finger slipped between my folds and I found myself wet. I shivered as I touched my clit, little sparks of electricity dancing across the thousands of nerves there.

“Roll your nipple between your fingers.”

A moan escaped as I followed his instructions. The hand between my legs moved faster, falling into the steady rhythm I only used when I was alone. I applied more pressure to my nipple, my body jerking as a jolt of pain went through me.

“Stop.”

I glared at him, but didn't argue.

“Take off your panties.”

I slowly lowered them, enjoying the way his eyes dropped to my breasts as I bent over. When I straightened, I clasped my hands in front of me, not quite covering myself up, but not putting everything on display either.

“You'll find,” he said “that there are just as many preferences for the appearance of a woman's pussy as there are for breast size, hips, and all the rest.” His gaze slowly ran down my body and back up again. “I feel that a woman should choose based on what she enjoys.”

I wondered if he was purposefully taking the time to have these little moments after working me up, just to keep me on edge.

“Did your ex ask you to keep yourself trimmed?”

I shook my head. “We didn't really talk about it.”

“Have you ever shaved or waxed?”

“No.” I'd had my legs waxed once. It wasn't an experience I wanted to repeat, especially on more tender flesh.

“Try it this week,” he said. “Part of what I'll be doing is challenging you to try new things. After all, how can you know what you like if you don't experiment?” He shifted slightly. “Now, come here.”

A thrill went through me. As much as I appreciated the lessons, I couldn't deny I was eager to feel him inside me again.

“Put one of your feet up here on the couch.” He patted a spot next to his knee.

I gave him a questioning look, but did it. Heat flooded my face as I realized how this position opened me up to his gaze. His fingers curled around my ankle, holding me in place.

“Make yourself come.”

Overly conscious of how closely he was now watching me, I moved my hand between my legs. The movements were almost automatic from years of practice, but this was different. Ronald had never watched me masturbate before. Hell, I was pretty sure he'd barely registered the times I'd helped myself along while we were having sex.

My embarrassment melted away faster than I'd anticipated, driven by the new flares of arousal brought about by Cade's rapt attention. He watched as I slid a finger inside me, pumping it a few times before adding a second. As my two middle fingers moved in and out, my other hand went to my breast, my fingers twisting my nipple until I gasped. I pressed the heel of my hand against my clit as I tugged at my nipple, pain mixing with pleasure.

Cade's hand tightened around my ankle, making me realize I'd closed my eyes. I opened them just as I came, my climax hitting me with an almost physical blow. My entire body shuddered, muscles tensing. My hands stiffened where they were, the fingers around my nipple tightening until I cried out.

I stayed where I was, letting myself feel the pleasure coursing through me. Then I heard a rustle and looked down. Cade had pulled a condom out of his pocket and set it on the couch cushion next to him.

“On your knees.”

How he managed to make what should have sounded like a degrading command seem like a reasonable request, I didn't know, but I remembered him saying that everything he had me do was for my benefit. Besides, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do what I was pretty sure he was going to tell me to do.

“Unzip my pants.”

The last time he'd told me to do that, my hands had been shaking. This time, they were steady. He shifted, spreading his legs so I could get between them and move closer.

“Pull out my cock.”

I slid my hand into his open pants, my eyes widening as I met bare skin. I glanced up at him and he winked, a grin forming on his lips. We hadn't kissed, I realized. I filed that away for future consideration though. I didn't want any distractions from the thick piece of flesh my fingers had just wrapped around. I stroked him as I pulled him out. My fingers couldn't meet at his base and my pussy throbbed at the memory of how he'd stretched me.

“Suck my cock.”

I didn't need to be told twice. I lowered my head to take the tip of him between my lips. I ran my tongue over the soft skin, then licked my way down his entire length, long stripes and little kitten licks, alternating pressure and speed until I heard Cade groan. I smiled and then took him in my mouth, letting the first few inches slide across my tongue, the taste of pre-cum surprisingly pleasant. I knew diet could change the taste of semen, but Ronald had never cared enough to even try.

“Take as much as you can.” Cade's voice sounded a little strained.

I kept going until I started to gag and then pulled back. I repeated the move, opening my throat to take him further and established a slow rhythm as my hand worked the several inches of his length I couldn't take. I sucked hard, listening to his breathing increase. I raised my head and his hips jerked.

“Stop.”

I let his cock fall from between my lips with a nearly obscene-sounding pop. When I looked up at him, his eyes were lidded, irises dark.

“Put the condom on me.”

“Don't you want to get undressed first?” I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “No.”

I waited for an explanation, but there wasn't one. After a moment, I reached over and picked up the condom. I'd never done this before. Ronald had always been the one to put it on. I'd seen it done and knew how it worked, but this would be a first for me.

“You don't know how to do it.”

“In theory,” I said.

“Get it out.”

I did and then waited for my next instruction. Instead of speaking, however, Cade put his hands over mine, sending a wave of heat through me. Together, we slid the condom over his erection and then he released my hands.

“Up on the couch,” he said. “Put your knees on either side of my legs.”

As I moved, I wondered if he would finally touch me. Aside from his hand on my ankle and then what had happened just now, he hadn't touched me at all. I remembered how his mouth had felt on my skin, the wet heat surrounding my nipples.

“You set the pace,” he said. He folded his hands behind his head. “Ride me until I come.”

My stomach clenched at his words. I'd been on top before, but Ronald had never stated so baldly what he wanted me to do. I reached beneath me and positioned Cade's cock at my entrance. I moaned as I slowly sank down on him, taking my time. The muscles in my legs quivered as I stretched to accommodate him. Had he been so fucking big before? Small whimpering sounds came out as I reached the widest part of him. It might've been the change of position, but I swore he felt bigger than before. I squeezed my eyes closed, gasping in shuddering breaths as he filled me completely.

“Breathe,” Cade said softly, watching me intensely.

I wanted his hands on me, caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples, but there was nothing. Nothing to distract me from the nearly overwhelming sensations of being impaled on his hard cock. I shifted and he pressed against my g-spot, sending a bolt of electricity through me.