This isn't the first time he's been on top of her, or inside of her, but this time feels entirely different. They're wholly focused on each other and Caden shivers when she says his name, growing addicted to the way it sounds on a breathy exhale.
He kisses her back hard as he starts to roll her hips, thrusting deeper and a bit harder when she presses on his back. He hooks one of her legs over his arm, crook of her knee meeting the bend of his elbow, and he uses that grip to pull her legs open wider, allowing him to get just the tiniest bit deeper. His heart is hammering in his chest and his breath is coming out in shallow pants, soft groans slipping out as he fucks her. It feels like coming home, just a little, like this is where he's supposed to be.
"Look at me," he pants out, voice low and gravelly, and cups her cheek until their eyes can meet. This is what he wanted, the intimacy on top of the sex, a way for how they're feeling to shine through. She may not be big on words, but this a language all its own and they both seem to speak it beautifully. "God, April."
He kisses her again and tilts his hips a little to find a better angle. He swallows every sound she makes and files it away, learning what makes her gasp and moan, what makes her hips jerk. Soon, he may roll them over to find out what it's like when she's on top, because he'd bet his fortune that she's fucking stunning, that she'd take him apart.
But for now, this is for her. It's for making her understand that Caden cares about her, that he isn't going anywhere, that he wants her to feel like she matters, because she does. He pulls her closer, close enough that her breasts are pressed against his chest as he moves, only pulling away from her mouth enough to moan and gasp against her jaw, sucking air into his lungs so that he can kiss her again.
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He kisses her back hard as he starts to roll her hips, thrusting deeper and a bit harder when she presses on his back. He hooks one of her legs over his arm, crook of her knee meeting the bend of his elbow, and he uses that grip to pull her legs open wider, allowing him to get just the tiniest bit deeper. His heart is hammering in his chest and his breath is coming out in shallow pants, soft groans slipping out as he fucks her. It feels like coming home, just a little, like this is where he's supposed to be.
"Look at me," he pants out, voice low and gravelly, and cups her cheek until their eyes can meet. This is what he wanted, the intimacy on top of the sex, a way for how they're feeling to shine through. She may not be big on words, but this a language all its own and they both seem to speak it beautifully. "God, April."
He kisses her again and tilts his hips a little to find a better angle. He swallows every sound she makes and files it away, learning what makes her gasp and moan, what makes her hips jerk. Soon, he may roll them over to find out what it's like when she's on top, because he'd bet his fortune that she's fucking stunning, that she'd take him apart.
But for now, this is for her. It's for making her understand that Caden cares about her, that he isn't going anywhere, that he wants her to feel like she matters, because she does. He pulls her closer, close enough that her breasts are pressed against his chest as he moves, only pulling away from her mouth enough to moan and gasp against her jaw, sucking air into his lungs so that he can kiss her again.