Chapter 6

Iwoke from the most vivid, most delicious dream I've ever had, but I don't remember the details. All I know is how I felt when I woke—safe, loved, and aroused. Kade's body was hot to the touch—and I should know since I was half-lying on top of him. His hand was light on my hip, his breathing soothing near my ear, and his scent was driving me wild.

How can a man smell so good?

Then I saw it through the hole in his boxers, standing up like it had a mind of its own. I've seen erections before—Jimmy occasionally woke up with them and had explained it as part of the natural process males go through in the morning—so Kade's did not offend me.

No, I'm not even slightly offended, but curious. Deeply curious.

Kade said there was nothing to be ashamed of—that my curiosity and our exploration is natural between consenting adults—and I believe him despite the fact that the elders told us lust was shameful. But they told us a lot of things, most of which were lies to keep us under control. Of course, they also said there were evil people in the world, so I guess that was true.

Trepidation makes the butterflies in my belly take flight as I lay back and relax my legs, Kade's breath tickling my inner thighs. What's he going to do that will make me feel good? The only time I've been in a position close to this was when one woman checked me after my first bleed, which was embarrassing and not erotic in the slightest.

He presses soft kisses against my thigh and says in a husky voice, "Trust me to make you feel good."

Then he slides his tongue along my lower lips, forcing a gasp from my throat. "Oh."

He presses his shoulders against the backs of my thighs and shakes his head to nudge my legs further apart, rubbing his beard against my privates. "Relax, Dinah. I promise you're going to love this."

I close my eyes, breathe in his delicious scent, and let myself fully relax, my knees falling to the sides.

"That's my girl." Kade blows air on my exposed parts, and then uses his tongue to make everything soft and wet. But when he flicks a spot at the top, I arch my back off the mattress.

"Oh!" I yelp.

He chuckles, undeterred by my outburst, doing it again and again until I'm squirming underneath him. Pressure builds quickly, my private muscles pulse, and I'm out of my mind with a need to do something I don't understand.

They taught me that anytime my body throbbed with sinful need I was to pray until the feeling went away. They said it was unnatural for women to have these desires as they do not aid in conceiving or birthing children, which should be a woman's only pleasure.

Deep down, I knew this was a lie if for no other reason than the elders forced it down our throats. Jimmy and I talked about it and decided pleasure, sex, and love that our hearts and bodies recognized was natural and therefore had to be part of God's plan.

Exploring all the human body can experience on our terms has been the dream since we were teenagers, and only because Jimmy met a non-Family member at a job site did he realize he had desires different from those tolerated by the elders within the commune walls.

The reaction my body has to what Kade is doing to me is confusing. I don't know how to deal with the overwhelming feelings. I need to do—something.

"Stop!" I gasp, my hands pushing against the top of Kade's head.

"What's wrong?" He looks up at me with gold eyes and a feral scowl.

"I…" Biting my lip, I glance at the ceiling. "I think I have to pee."

Kade sits up and slides his hand over his mouth. "Have you ever orgasmed?"

Oh God, this is more embarrassing than I thought it would be, but I see no reason to lie to him. Nothing within me feels capable of lying to him. "Touching oneself was not allowed."

His frown deepens, and he looks down at my privates. "Hold on."

Kade jumps off the bed, his large member protruding proudly from his body. He steps into the bathroom and comes out with a hand mirror while tucking himself into his boxer shorts. Grabbing his pillow, he gently lifts my shoulders and props me up on two cushions before sitting on the bed next to me.

"What are you doing?"

"You don't have to pee, Dinah. You were about to come, but I'm thinking you need an anatomy lesson." He puts the mirror between my legs. "Can you see your pussy?"

A bright blush hits my cheeks. I've seen a woman's privates—or maybe I should say pussy—before when she's given birth. "Yes."

"Give me your hand." He takes two of my fingers and places them between my legs near the top. As soon as I brush the spot, I know it was the one he was licking with his tongue, a similar feeling from my fingers making my legs quiver. "That's your clit. It's a little bundle of nerves that, when touched, rubbed, licked, sucked, even nibbled, causes pleasure to ripple through your body as you orgasm. You liked it when I licked it, right?"

"Yes," I say in all earnestness.

He smiles. "Rub it. See if you can elicit the same feelings you had with my mouth on you."

The casualness with which he talks about my body, our bodies, sex and pleasure, makes me giddy. This is better than I dreamed my first experience would be. Kade is a patient teacher, insisting on my pleasure, which I feared would be near impossible to find in the real world.

I pant as I rub the spot—my clit—the pressure building in my belly again the faster I move my fingers.

Kade's eyes are on my hand, a low growl coming from his lips as he grabs my fingers to stop me. "As sexy as it is watching you pleasure yourself, I want the first time you come to be on my lips."

He leans down and slides his tongue up my pussy again, this time sucking and biting the bundle of nerves that I never should have ignored.

"Ahhh!" I cry out as the pressure becomes unbearable and crashes over, my privates—no, my pussy—throbbing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.

Kade doesn't stop, pushing his mouth harder against me and sliding his tongue lower to probe my opening. He laps at me like a bear eating nectar out of a honeycomb, desperate to suck up every drop.

Another orgasm hits, this one easier to release than the last, and a scream involuntarily rips from my throat. "Yes! Oh gosh, yes!"

Kade pulls his mouth off of me, shoves his face into the mattress, and curses. "Fuck!"

I don't know what I did wrong, but I close my eyes and pant until I catch my breath. After what feels like an eternity, I rasp, "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Dinah. You did nothing wrong." He brings his head up, his eyes reflecting that golden hue, but it's his teeth that capture my attention. They seem longer than usual, but that can't be right. People's teeth don't grow at will.

They don't grow at all.

Kade turns away from me and covers his mouth while rubbing his lips. When he looks at me again, his mouth is fine, and his teeth are normal. I must have been imagining it. "You are everything that is right and I absolutely love making you come."

I sit up and close my legs, wrapping my arms around my knees. "Can we do that again later?"

He chuckles and rolls over on his back. "Honeysuckle, we can do that as often as you like."

"Will you teach me more?" I fear I've overstepped my curiosity when he blows out a breath and closes his eyes.

"I will teach you everything and anything you want whenever you want. I'm yours to do with as you please."

Rolling on to my knees, I lay beside him, our bodies perpendicular to how we slept through the night. I place my hand gently on his chest and inhale his scent, once again marveling over how one man can smell so good. "There's something about the way you smell. I have a desire to lick your neck, your chest, your—" My brain conjures images I don't fully understand. If he can make me feel good with his mouth on my pussy, it stands to reason I can make him feel good that way too.

Kade slides his hand on my hip and flexes his fingers, turning his head to face me. "Have you ever been kissed, Dinah?"

"Jimmy's kissed me."

He frowns. "With his tongue?"

"No." I shake my head, remembering the kisses I saw on daytime television. "But I've seen it on TV."

Kade slides his hand up my neck and cups my cheek while rolling me to my back. He smiles softly, leans down, and presses his lips to mine. It starts like a kiss from Jimmy, but when Kade slides his tongue against my lips, I'm compelled to open my mouth. He takes over, slipping past my teeth to massage my tongue with his. I moan in response, moving my hand from my side to travel up his arm and around his shoulder until I'm pulling him on top of me, his chest pressing down against my breasts.

Another growl reverberates from his throat, and his fingers press insistently between my thighs until I spread them, granting him access to once again rub my clit. The man is a talented teacher, kissing me into such distraction that I don't know I'm orgasming again until it is too late. I cry out, my sounds swallowed by his fervent kisses as he moves his fingers down and rubs the pulsating opening of my pussy.

Kade pulls back to look down at me and smiles. "You're a natural, Dinah."

"I want more."

His phone rings in the living room at the same time a car door slams shut outside.

"Shit," Kade grumbles and pulls his hand out from between my legs, sitting up beside me. "We'll have to pick this up later."

I close my legs and roll to my side. "Okay."

He stands and throws the blanket over the lower half of my body before grabbing his jeans off the chair. "I'll be right back."

Lying there in boneless bliss, I listen intently as he rips open the front door and growls, "You have shitty timing."