A shiver shot down my spine and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire. He ran a hand up my arm, but didn’t question the outbreak sweeping over my skin because even he knew that his words were powerful and raw and real and they were much needed in this very moment.
Moments ago, I had my doubts. I was questioning a lot of things about us, and even though those thoughts were still whispering, his voice was louder and so much clearer.
“Is Lora still here?” I breathed on his mouth.
“No. She left to pick my mother up from an appointment.”
“Good.” I pulled my arms away, swimming backwards. I brought my hands behind me and unhooked my bra, latch by latch. Cane’s eyes blazed with fiery hunger as he watched me, realizing what this was. He studied every movement until the bra was gone and I’d tossed it outside the pool.
“Kandy…you’re testing my limits,” he rumbled.
“I know.” I swam closer to him, my breasts on full display. “I like testing your limits.”
A feral groan came from the back of his throat and not much held him back after that. He reeled me forward, then tugged my panties down before lifting me up. Our lips locked instantly and I felt one of his hands drop to lower his boxers.
I moaned on his mouth and held on tight with one arm draped over his shoulder, as he lowered me back down, slowly entering me at a pointed angle. His lips parted, mouth wide open as my pussy wrapped around him.
“Shit,” he rasped.
A moan shot out of me as he held my eyes, bouncing me up and down on his thick cock. The water was still hot and with the movements, we both had sweat prickling on our foreheads and above our upper lips but we didn’t care. The water splashed between our bodies, fueling me.
I groaned as he sucked on my bottom lip. His upward thrusts were powerful and deep and they held meaning—I was his and he was mine. We were each other’s broken, fucked up mess and we loved it. We loved it so much it both hurt and felt good.
“I love you,” I said on his mouth.
He groaned, clutching my ass. “I love you, baby.” He found my mouth again, bringing one of his hands up to hold the back of my head, tangling his fingers in the damp hair at the nape of my neck. “Love the fuck out of you,” he growled on my mouth. “Don’t forget it.”
His voice was hypnotic and deep and struck every single nerve in my body. I was so close to the top, and when he picked up his pace, sure enough, I’d reached an all-time high.
“Oh, Cane!” I cried, holding on tighter. He kept bouncing me up and down on his cock, filling me up and leaving me empty, filling me up, and driving me crazy with the slight absence. He felt so good—too good. It blew my mind that he could do this to my body—make me feel on top of the fucking world with just one orgasm.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a heavy, primal groan built up in his chest and ripped right through him. He finally stopped lifting me up and down, and squeezed me to his toned, sculpted body, moaning as he sucked on the bend of my neck.
His cock pulsed as he released, and with each throb, his body became more and more relaxed, muscles less tense, and a sigh leaving his parted lips.
“Fuck the ten minutes,” he growled. “I need more.” With me still in his arms, he carried me to the stairs of the hot tub and went into the house. He took me up to his bedroom, where we showered and made out and whispered I love you’s repeatedly, until the water ran cold.
Then after, still naked, our appetites insatiable, and our bodies still heated, Cane took me on his bed again, but before he did, he’d buried his face between my legs and ate me like I was his last meal. He devoured me whole and I came hard and swift, unable to hold back.
He slid into me with ease, cock swollen and in need, and came again, this time pulling out and grabbing my hand to yank me up swiftly and thrust his cock into my mouth.
“Hold still,” he rumbled. “I want your mouth.” He shoved his hips forward and let out a ragged breath as he drew back again, staring down at my mouth. As if the sight of having his cock in my mouth tipped him over the edge, he thrust forward once more and a harsh groan ripped through him. His hips stilled, his cock still deep down my throat, and with a heavy groan, he came, and I moaned as his warm cum spilled down my throat.