Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Maple

I give him a watery smile as I think about the enormity of his ego. It really does know no bounds, but for once I'm grateful for it. "You know… you can't always get what you want. Right?"

His lips come back to mine to gently rub against mine. "Hmm, I suppose I see that, but I can come close. And never stop trying to go further."

Are we still talking about his grandfather's health, or have we moved on to something else?

His lips are warm against my own and I can't stop myself from leaning into the kiss and soaking up the heat from it. It's like I've been cold -lost- since I left the bed this morning when I thought he might want to hide what we were doing, what he wanted me to be. His lips against mine are like coming home. They feel like being found.

I don't even realize I've raised my arms so I can wrap them around him until I'm being pulled in closer to him as he reciprocates my hugs and gives me one of his own. The kiss turns deeper with him adding more pressure as I open for him, and he slips the tip of his tongue inside.

I moan out his name as I stand and turn so, I can straddle his lap, bringing us closer to one another still. His hands are locked in my hair, and he finally pulls his mouth from mine. "Sweetheart, we need to stop. I don't want to take advantage of you because you are in a vulnerable state, sweet girl."

"Right." I curl my lips around my teeth so I can take one more taste of him from my wet lips. "We should… we should stop."

"It's the right thing to do." I nod in agreement with him.

"It is. Just…just one more kiss and then we have to stop."

"One more kiss."

Our lips meet and our tongues touch and before we can stop it, the heat rises fast and sultry making both of us moan. His lips leave mine only to fasten on my neck and give me little nibbles down the column of skin. His hands have worked their way up under my shirt to cup my bra-covered breasts.

"Oh God!" The hot molten feelings start to pool between my legs causing me to wiggle on his lap.

"I just… need a little taste." He says the words even as he takes the shirt over my head and his hands come back to cup the satin-covered mounds. "It'll be quick. I just need one little lick."

My hands fumble with the clasp as I let the straps of the bra fall from my shoulders but don't let it go any further. It's not like this is something I am used to. I've never sat on someone's lap, never kissed someone with my whole heart in it, never showed someone my body. He looks into my eyes and takes my hands in his, kissing both of them before he leans forward and does the same to the curves of my breasts where they bulge over the cups of my bra.

"Just a little kiss."

"A little kiss," I repeat the words as I try to catch my breath and take the bra all the way off, leaving my breasts bare before him.

He looks from my eyes to the curves I've exposed to him and back again. His hands come up and cup the now bare globes. A moan jerks from me at the brush of his skin against mine. My back arches as his fingertips run over the pebbled peaks before taking them in between his fingers and giving them a soft squeeze. A whimper leaves my mouth before I can fight it back and draws his eyes up to mine.

"Just a small kiss, sweets. Just like before."

I nod woodenly and try to prepare myself but as soon as his mouth lands on me I'm writhing in his arms and moaning out his name. His mouth surrounds my nipples, and I feel his tongue brush against me. My hands wrap around his head, and I can't help but press him further to me.

"Fuck, you taste…so fucking sweet. You know what it's like to hold these soft curves in my hands and have them in my mouth? Do you have any idea how fucking sweet you are?"

I can't answer him since all the air I have to breathe is being sucked out of the room as he nuzzles and licks me. "Oh…Casp…I…"

My hips start moving against him unconsciously as I search for the friction I know he can give me. He swirls his tongue around my areola before sucking my aching tip into his warm, wet mouth. Pleasure turns liquid inside my lower belly as desire pools between my legs.

"You are one big sugar cube, aren't you? Just waiting for me to come along and lick you up. Nothing but sugar and sweet, sweet syrup."

His hands drop to my bottom as he plays with the pockets stretched around my ass. I ride against the hard ridge pressing into the heat and warm wetness that has all but soaked through my shorts.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You… you have no idea! I need… I've never needed before! Never wanted like this!" I feel the world around me shift and he lays me on the overstuffed couch and brings his mouth to my breast before skating further down me, over my belly, and then right above the snap of my jeans. His hands fumble against the closure before pulling them down my legs and exposing my wet panties to him.

I push my hands down over my mound to try to hide it, but he is having none of it and pulls my hands away holding them in one of his. "Maple, you're soaked, aren't you?"

I whimper for an answer. It is all I can do.

"Fuck! I…can I…God, sweet girl, I really need to put my mouth right here." His touch brushes against the gusset of my panties.

"W…what?"

"I need my mouth on you. I need it like I need to breathe, baby. I need your pussy in my mouth."

I cry out as he buries his face in my panty-clad pussy. His warm breath soaks into the fabric as my body starts to shake.

He rears up and growls like a wild animal before yanking my underwear in both his big hands causing the thin material to rip and air to wash against my fevered skin.

He is moving me so I am hovering on the edge of the couch as he hits his knees and licks his lips like he is about to make a meal out of me.