A Lover To Him

Chapter Thirty-three, His pleasure and torture

Strong sexual content ahead, along with mentioning of sex.

This is marked as mature content.

I smash the door shut behind me, smashing my lips against his plumb lips again. I need to feel his lips on mine, I need our tongues fighting for dominance, I need to release my pleasure. Caine played mind games with me the whole ride home, fingering me silently in the cab we took to get home. Oh, I could still feel his fingers in every place he touched.

I had to keep my moans quiet in the cab, the driver couldn't know what we were doing in the backseat. It was exciting, doing wicked things in public and in front of a stranger. Somehow, it turned me on a little. The way we had to keep our pleasure quiet, the acknowledged fact that if the driver looked behind him, he would notice the sinful action that took place.

I had no clue how Caine learned to give a woman so much pleasure by just using his tongue or fingers, he knows the right place to hit or touch to give someone a pleasure they had never experienced before. He gives me incomprehensible pleasure over and over again, and I have no clue how he does it. I suppose he's had enough experience to know what to do to give a woman pleasure.

Oh, the wicked smirk that grew on his face in the cab when he noticed I was close to my climax. The way he withdrew his fingers almost immediately as he continued to show me that wicked smirk got me frustrated, I wanted to find my release. He was testing me, and I hated and loved it at the same time. He knew exactly how much pleasure he gave me, but he didn't want to give it to me just yet.

I moan softly into his mouth as his hands traveled towards my waist, pushing me against the wall. We're both hungry for each other, wanting to be as close as possible. Our actions are led by our emotions, but we couldn't care less. I crave his touch, his hands traveling all over my body as they make sure fires appear everywhere. There's this undeniable passion and tension between us, pulling us together. Yet, I always wonder if that pull is meant forever or just for a while.

We let go of each other for a bare minute, giving us some time to control our breaths. It was a lost cause, we're out of breath and panting heavily as we stare into each other's eyes. His eyes hold a combination of adoration and desire, and I know I look at him with the same gaze. His eyes have a dark blue color, darkened by the burning desire between us.

"Ready for everything I'm going to do to you, mon amour?" Caine whispers, looking at me with a challenging and caring gaze. He's purely wicked at the moment, but I love this side of him. The adventurous, daring side of him that makes sure he always gets in trouble. I love all of him, and I'm sure I would never be able to not love him anymore. My love for him runs so deep through my veins, through my entire body. I can only hope his love runs as deep as mine.

"I am," I whisper back, looking into his eyes with honesty and lust before he smashes his lips against mine again. He kisses me with passion and dominance, our tongues running smoothly against each other. His hands travel to my neck, pulling me closer to him. He bites my lower lip for a bare second, causing a moan to escape from my throat.

He kisses me again, capturing my lips as they belong to him. Like my lips are made for his plumb ones, like they're meant to latch onto each other perfectly and show the love and passion between us through kisses. It's unbelievable how much a kiss can tell you about someone and what they want you to know without using words. It's unbelievable how you can feel the raw emotions of someone through a kiss.