Pleasure Unbound

This man had some magic fucking fingers that made me glad my feet were nowhere in the vicinity of my pussy, because if they had been, I’d have come about five times by now. He knew every single pressure point and made damn good use of them. I heard myself moan a couple of times, I won’t lie; I couldn’t help it.

My eyes were closed, but he knew I was still awake.

“So, you’re a moaner, are you?”

I opened an eye to look at him.

God, he was so gorgeous when he was intense like that-which was nearly all the time. He hadn’t even asked the question in jest. He was dead serious.

“Sometimes,” I replied, “If the pleasure is just that good, I mean.”

He pulled my feet up and off of his lap, setting them beside him as he moved towards me, his one knee dipped into the cushion on the sofa, his hands supporting his weight rested on either side of me. He hovered over me; his eyes were deadlocked on mine.

“Cain,” I started, but never finished whatever it was I’d planned to say, which at the moment, eluded me, because his lips were now brushing against mine, his tongue ever-so-gently tracing my bottom one.

I closed my eyes and went with it, imagining how it would feel to be totally encased by this man. His lips and tongue teased mine almost playfully, but slowly and sensually, as if he were tasting me, centimeter by centimeter.

I raised my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, relishing in the warmth that I could feel with his closeness. Our kiss deepened, and I opened myself up to him, pulling his weight down upon me.

His lips moved slowly to my cheek, planting soft kisses there, his tongue gently lapped at my earlobe. He released a warm sigh against my ear that sent a shiver through me. His tongue traced the outside of my ear, and gently flicked at the edges, as his hands were now framing my rib cage, and moving towards my breasts.

He kneaded my breasts through the double layer of clothing, which still did nothing to repel the heat of his hands on me. His mouth moved to the very sensitive area of my neck, right below my ear, causing me to shiver yet again.

I could tell that he loved making me shiver, and he was an expert at finding other sensitive areas on my neck and throat, taking his time and making soft moans escape from my lips, as his lips and tongue found new ways of pleasuring my skin.

Something in me was responding to him in a way that I’d never done with any other man. For that moment, I didn’t care about anything else but melting into him.

My legs struggled beneath him until he raised himself up a bit, so that I could free them up in order to wrap them tightly around his hips.

I pressed myself into him, my legs as strong as a vise in pulling him into me.

I could feel his hardness against my groin as his lips now returned to my mouth, where he found new ways of positioning his lips and tongue, sucking gently on mine as a soft moan now escaped from him.

He thrust his hips gently against me, and mine instinctively rose up to do the same.

Shit…I haven’t dry-fucked since eleventh grade.

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We struck up a rhythm on the couch. I felt his hardness pressing and grinding against my clit, and that was quickly bringing me to a muchneeded orgasm.

Our mouths were melded together, tongues swirling, breathing in one another’s breaths. My skin felt flushed with the passionate heat that roiled between us like flames from a fire.

I couldn’t stop now. I pressed myself up against him harder, as his hips swiveled against me; his hard cock beneath his jeans rubbed just the right spot, bringing my sweet orgasm to fruition.

I moaned against his lips as I came, trembling from the release that I hadn’t had for such a long time, and loving the fact that it was Cain who had given it to me.

In that moment, I didn’t feel as if it were wrong. I didn’t stop to analyze it, or to even feel guilty about it, because it had nothing to do with anyone other than Cain and me.

Once my orgasm had subsided, I wasn’t sure what to do.

I mean, it was kind of a conundrum. I’d gotten mine; he hadn’t gotten his and to be honest, there wasn’t anything further I was prepared to do to resolve that because of…Eli.

Finally, a bit of shame had sunk in. I moved out from underneath him, not really wanting to talk about it, or anything.

“I need to get to bed, Cain,” I said, not really looking at him. I started to get up from the sofa, but he hauled me back down.

“You knew that this was bound to happen, didn’t you?”

I was confused. I mean, I’d never planned on this happening, and since it had, I was now feeling like it was definitely kind of…wrong.

“I never meant for it to,” I murmured like a repentant adolescent. “I don’t want anything to come between you and Eli.”

“It doesn’t have to,” he replied, taking a lock of my hair, and putting it behind my ear. “It can be about all of us.”

“What?” I asked; the confusion very evident on my face.

“We have a unique situation,” he commented, “But it’s not insurmountable, babe. And it’s not all that uncommon, given the right circumstances,” he finished.

“Are you suggesting…uh,” I stammered, looking for the right words.

“A threesome?” he offered.

I nodded my head.

“A threesome is an event,” he replied. “I’m looking for much more than that, Paige.”

“I can’t think about any of this now, Cain. It doesn’t…feel right to me.”

“You go on to bed, and we’ll talk about this another time, once you’ve had a chance to examine your feelings about me…and about Eli.”

Eli? Eli couldn’t possibly…

“Goodnight,” I replied, not wanting to look back at him as I rose from the couch and hurried off to my room.

Much later, I was still lying awake in my room, thoughts and pieces of uncertainty and confusion taking up residence in my brain so that sleep wasn’t an option.

From down the hall, I could hear the sounds from their room. I’d heard them before, but tonight it was much more pronounced as the headboard on their bed was rhythmically and loudly banging against the wall of their room.

I guess Cain was getting his after all.