Our Secret To Keep.

Chapter Fifty-Seven - Everything Feels Different

(Hey, everyone, sorry for the delay. I couldn't get the chapter the way I had in my head; I still haven't, not entirely, but I didn't want to delay it any further. I will post this chapter today. I am working on a second one. I am halfway through it, so hopefully I will have that done and published by tomorrow.) 

Blythe

Kade and I collapse onto the bed, our lips still connected. I moan softly, wrapping my legs around him and running my fingers down his back, feeling him tense under my touch. We remove the last of the fabric between us. Kade pulls away from my lips, kissing his way over my neck and continuing downward. He kisses every part of me. I arch my back from the bed, gripping the sheets as my skin heats beneath his lips. I close my eyes, savouring every moment. He reaches my inner thighs, giving them special attention, knowing they are one of my most sensitive spots.

Gasping, the heat intensifies between my thighs. His warm tongue flicks over my folds, and he groans as he tastes me on his tongue.

"Kade, I love your tongue, but I need you up here to fill me with your cock," I beg, eager to feel it without delay.

I don't need to ask again; he kisses his way back up and towers over me. He glances down at me, a beautiful smile on his lips. I return it and reach up, our lips meeting. I moan at the contact. Kade runs his hand down my sides, resting it on my hip, deepening the kiss. Everything about it feels different.

I break away from the kiss and wrap my legs around him once more. "Please, take me."

He brushes his excitement over my folds, coating it with my arousal before he slowly presses into me, inch by inch until he is completely buried inside of me. We moan in sync as we connect. I grip his shoulder, savouring how good he feels. I expect him to move, but he doesn't. He stills.

I open my eyes, glance up at him, and see him looking down at me. "I love you."

My heart seems to beat a little faster, a little harder, when he says it to me again. I reach up and caress his cheek. "I love you too."

He gives me a dorky smile before he gently covers my lips with his and finally begins to move. His strokes start slow and steady, each one better than the last. There is no rush. My entire body reacts, arching off the bed. I cry out, working my hips to meet his, keeping the same pace.

Kade presses his face against my neck, groaning deeply. "I love having you wrapped around me."

I can only whimper in response, tracing my fingers down his back and resting them on his lower back, pushing him as tightly to me as possible.

"Kade, I need a little more speed," I whimper.

He fulfils my desires; he consistently does so. Grasping my hands in his, he pins them above my head, intertwining our fingers. He moves faster and deeper, but not too aggressively. My screams quickly fill the bedroom, and my head falls back.

His breath warm against my ear. "Is that better, baby girl? You enjoy it when I go deep, don't you?" he pants into my ear as he draws out of me.

"Yes!" I exclaim, gripping his hand tightly with my nails.

He thrusts back in roughly, and I shudder beneath him.

"I could get used to this for the rest of my life," he whispers, kissing my neck.

I can only nod and gasp in response. I could, too. We find the perfect rhythm. Our bodies are made for one another, feeling every deep emotion and connection coursing through us. There is something different about it. The passion is still there, of course, but it is deeper. We are taking in every second.

I immediately tighten around him, my body surrendering to each sensation.

"Kade, I am close," I cry out.

He rests his forehead against mine, freeing my hands, and I entangle them in his hair. His eyes hold mine as he presses harder. "Come for me, angel. I need to feel all of you," he growls, twitching inside me.

He is close. Kade gets a little rougher, trying to send me over the edge before him. It works. Moments later, my orgasm dominates me, shaking me from head to toe. Heat spreads over my body. Screaming his name one last time, I spill around him, digging my nails deep into his back as I release due to the intensity of it. It is enough to make my head spin.

Kade buries his face in my neck once again and aims for his end. I cling to him, keeping him close, trying to encourage him while catching my breath. "Come for me, my love. Fill me up." I say between my heavy breaths.

He groans, biting into my shoulder. After three quick, deep strokes, he calls my name. His body warmth radiates onto me, and with a final loud groan, he releases inside me, fingers digging into my hips. He collapses onto me, both too breathless to speak. I close my eyes, playing with his hair as our panting fills the quiet. Kade lifts his head and looks down at me, his face flushed and sweat beads forming on his forehead.

"Perfect. I love you," he smiles, and pecks my lips.

"Yes, it was. I love you too," I reply, and he slides off me.

My body feels completely weak, and I can't move even if I wanted to. I manage to turn my head to glance at him, and Kade is already watching me. He reaches over and uses his strength to pull me close. I happily curl up against his side, resting my head on his chest.

Kade drapes his arm around me and kisses the top of my head. I close my eyes, snuggling in closer, with a constant smile on my face. As we lie silently, he gently strokes the small of my back. The silence is comfortable, though. I am in a completely relaxed state, and soon, I begin to drift off, but I fight against it. I am not ready for the moment to end. I am not ready for the night to end.