Page 93 of Blackwood

He kisses his way up my body, slow and tender. Like every inch of me deserves worship, and he’s grateful for the privilege.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice thick with adoration, lips brushing my ribs and sending goosebumps skittering across my stomach.

“Better than okay,” I whisper, still trembling. “So much better.”

He smiles against my skin and kisses me. It’s deep, unhurried, and tastes like me. Then his mouth trails lower, warm and wet against my throat, my collarbone, until he reaches my breasts.

He takes his time, sucking each nipple into his mouth, flicking with his tongue while his hand toys with the other, gentle and teasing, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice rough as his hand comes up to cradle my jaw. “I could spend the rest of my life making you feel this good.”

He rolls me gently, his hands steady on my hips, until I’m straddling him. His cock pressing hot and heavy between us. I wrap my hand around it, pumping slow strokes just to tease. He groans, deep and guttural, his head dropping back into the pillows as his fingers dig into my thighs.

His hazel eyes roll back in his head, lashes fluttering as he breathes my name, “Fuck, Bella… just like that.”

I lean forward and kiss his neck before lining him up with my entrance and sliding down. I take him in inch by inch, savoring every stretch, every delicious ache. My hands find his chest, grounding me as I start to move my hips in slow, steady circles, grinding down until we both gasp.

His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time, like he’s memorizing every second.

“Meet Lex,” he moans, voice strained.

I freeze for a beat. “Are you seriously bringing up another guy while I’m riding your dick, Cade?” I moan, rolling my hips just right.

“Fuck,” he pants. “It’s time, sweetheart. I want you both. I need you both.”

I arch a brow and slam down a little harder, dragging a moan from deep in his throat. “Then you better make a damn good case.”

He sits up, wraps his arms around me, and kisses me like he’s starving for my lips. His hands slide down to cup my ass, guiding me as I ride him slow and deep, his cock buried so perfectly inside me it’s like my body was made for this.

Made for him.

“Lex wants you,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, lips brushing my jaw.

I stare down at him. “How the hell could you possibly know that? I’ve never even met the guy.”

Cade grins, lazy and sinfully confident, his thumb stroking over my hip as he rolls up into me again. “Because I’ve told him everything,” he says, soft and honest. “Every time you moaned, every time you shook. I’ve been very…detailed.”

“You what?” I say trying to suppress a moan.

“There are no secrets between us, sweetheart.”

He thrusts up again.

“Mmmm,” his voice drops an octave. “He knows how you sound when you come, Bella.”

Another thrust.

“How your thighs tremble when I taste you just right.”

Thrust.

“The little whimper that escapes your throat when I suck your clit into my mouth.”

Another.

“How you like to be kissed.”

Thrust.