I am his

08

The evening unfolded with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as Kaden decided to stay at my house while my parents went on a date, leaving me alone with him. We had already completed rule one and two, adding to the tension between us. As my parents prepared to leave, my mom handed me fifty dollars for ordering food, and I thanked her with a smile, secretly hoping this night would unfold smoothly.

Sitting on the sofa, I started Netflix and soon heard a knock on the door. Opening it, I found Kaden holding a glass of wine. "Wine is gross," I teased him.

"It's for your parents, idiot," he retorted, laughing, before locking the door behind him.

"Why do they get something and I don't?" I playfully questioned, but he wasted no time in making his intentions clear, walking up to me with a smirk and kissing me. I gently pushed him away, pretending to be unimpressed.

"Kissing's gross," I said, trying to hide my amusement.

"Sure it is," he rolled his eyes, though his smile betrayed his true feelings.

Settling down on the couch, we watched a movie, but Kaden's playful hunger soon made itself known. "I'm hungry," he whispered, pouting slightly.

"I'll order pizza. What kind do you want?" I offered, reaching for my phone to call the pizza place.

"Uhh, cheese," he replied, his smile growing as I nodded.

With the pizza ordered, we continued watching the movie, both of us stealing glances at each other. "You keep looking," I smiled, teasing him about his subtle attentiveness.

The air around us crackled with tension and desire as Kaden's touch ignited a fire within me. Our kisses were slow and sensual, each one leaving me yearning for more. He traced the line of my jaw with his lips, sending shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but smile in response. His kisses continued, trailing down my neck, and I fought to suppress any moans that threatened to escape.

The intimacy between us had escalated, and as he asked if he could go further, I nodded, giving him silent permission to explore. With a gentle touch, he removed my shirt, baring my chest, a display of vulnerability that no longer affected me. We had grown up together, shared countless memories, and our trust ran deep.

His warm kisses ventured down my stomach, and I found solace in running my fingers through his hair, guiding him closer. I knew what was coming next, and the anticipation sent my heart racing. As he slowly removed my sweatpants, I was left in my laced underwear, an unexpected gift from him, one that held both jest and affection.

He seemed surprised that I actually wore it, but I focused on anything other than the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. His lips lingered on my thigh, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake, and I couldn't help but moan softly, delighting in the sensations he stirred.

Drawing closer, he kissed my intimate area through my underwear, eliciting a gasp from me. The pleasure intensified, and I found myself surrendering to the sensations. "Please," I whispered, lost in the moment, the desire coursing through my veins.

He teased me, asking what I wanted, his warm breath against my skin sending tingles throughout my entire body. "Please, Kaden," I pleaded, my words a desperate whine, my body yearning for more.

His lips moved up my stomach as I struggled to find my voice. I was consumed by the intensity of his touch, my body pulsing with desire. "I want you," I finally managed to express, my words filled with longing.

But he pushed me to do better, seeking a more explicit response. I bit my lip, grappling with my emotions and the vulnerability of my desires. The electrifying connection between us made it hard to think straight, and my inhibitions began to fade.