Chapter 15 Let Me Be Your First

If there is one thing that Cassandra does well, then it is driving me crazy. I have seen her naked so many times before but seeing her now for only my eyes to see kind of makes a man feel special. She might share her body for other men to see, but this intimacy she is sharing with only me. For I might have had many girls before, tonight I am making love to an ordinary girl. For once in my life, I do not feel that I am worthy. Her beauty is breath-taking, how I have craved to have my lips so close to her skin. It is beyond amazing; it feels as if I am running my tongue through a pot of honey. She is hot, and her skin is melting into every inch of me; her skin feels like a bed of feathers. There is nothing I would not do to her if she will only give in to me. "God princess, you taste better than any taste that has ever fallen upon my tongue; I just want to taste more and more of you." "Christian I..." "If you don't want me to, then I understand." "No, it is not that I don't want you to; I just have never let a man go so far." "Shit, princess, I am so sorry. Please forget, I even asked." "No, Christian, please don't stop; I want you to." She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that I can smell her. The sweetness of lily and a touch of powder fills every corner of my senses. She is a breath of fresh air on a bed of wet flowers that is burning hot in the sun. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing cock, I look up into the raging oceans that are her eyes to make sure that this is what she truly desires, for I know now more than ever that I do. If I can be a first for her, then this is the first I would love to be. Every time she thinks of my tongue, this shall be the place that she shall be reminded where it has been. "Christian." "Ssshhh, princess. Close your eyes and enjoy it." I gently part her legs even further; there is a slight tremble of anticipation in them. My fingers slide down the inside of her thighs, then I dig them into her ass and pull her even closer and closer by an inch. My hot breath sends shivers over her body, and I hear her softly whimpering my name. Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. Her pussy has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh. I trail my fingers down with my tips only grazing her clit; then I gently sink in between her lips. I circle them in slow motion through the wet path that leads me to her entrance. Without even hesitating, I push my finger through ever so deep into her. I wait for a second, then slip in another. She gasps as I knot them and start to pump in and out of her. The sounds of the thrusting in and out of her pussy are like music to my ears. I stop for a second and wait until she meets my eyes. There are mixed emotions of lust and confusion on her face. I swear if she could shoot daggers, I would be dead. "Are you okay, princess?" "Oh, god, Christian! Why did you stop?" Unable to resist any longer, I press my lips against her pussy. My tongue rolls out and slides through the soft wet valley up to her clit. As I press my tongue deep into the center, her body starts to quiver. I start to flick my tongue ever so skillfully against her hard pearl. I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her, matching my tongue to the same rhythm. She gasps at the ever deepening probing of my tongue into her slippery softness. With my hands firm on her thighs, I try to keep her hips from moving; her body is beyond her control. As I continue to play my tongue around her clit, my fingers only increase the speed that I am pumping into her. I can feel the heat start building up in her body, and I know she closes. "Princess, I am going to make you cum." She only nods, for she is unable to even form a single word. I smile at her with a near, satisfied grin. I got her close to shattering, now only one little push, and she falls over the edge. I slip my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. I drive my thumb into the center of her soft spot and start circling her hard. My tongue drives deep in and out of her. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, she is building up to a climax. The warmth in her body is near burning; her legs are shaking beyond a quiver. "Let it go, princess." "Ohhhhh godddd Christian." I feel her pussy clench tight, and her warmth erupts over my tongue. With one last lick, I move up her body and drop down next to her. "Just give me a few seconds to breathe, then I will tell you how amazing you are." "Hahaha. Compliment taken." "Don't go getting a big head now, Mr. Caine." "I already have one, but a second one can do." "You are impossible." "So what do you say? You ready for the next round?" "Hahaha. I don't know how many times your parents want to hear me scream." "I will just go tell them to plug their ears." She falls quiet for a moment to catch her breath, "Can I ask a question? "Depends what it is you want to ask?" "Why do you still stay with your parents?" "It is a family business thing. You know that kind of business that we don't talk about." She starts to shiver as the high of the ecstasy starts to wear off. I pull her into my chest and cover her with the blankets. Then it hits me; I am cuddling. Christian Caine does not cuddle after sex. But I am definitely cuddling, and there is nowhere else that I would rather be. This girl has got me hooked, and I am falling for her. I have never desired this feeling with any woman before, but with her, it is all that I can think of. "What about your mom?" I ask as I pull her even closer to me. "Did she ever remarry?" "No, but she is going to. That night when I met you at the restaurant, she broke the news to me." "Well, I would like to meet your mom." "Oh, believe me, my mom would like to meet you. Maybe I can torture you through dinner one night with her and her new fiancé." "Hahaha. Just as long as you don't take my underwear off." ...Cassandra... This man is amazing; I knew that they said he is, but to experience it for myself is even more amazing than itself. There is this part of me that does not want to rush it. I am scared if he gets the sex that he so craves that he shall be done with me. The thing I should just admit to myself is that I am falling hard for Christian Caine. He is maybe not the right man to fall for, but for now, there is nowhere I would rather be. We lay in each other's arms for a little while until we both finally drift off to sleep. He does not once let me slip out of his arms; being nestled to that firm chest does make me feel safe. This man is a god, and here he is, holding tight onto a stripper. What does he see in me? The next morning when I wake up, he is not next to me, though. I call for him in the bathroom, but he is not there either. As I turn to take my phone from the bedside table, there is a little note from him "Morning princess. Sorry, I had to go to a meeting, and I did not want to wake you. Jax is around to take you home whenever you are ready. I will see you again tonight. " I fall back down onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. A whirlwind of emotions comes to my head. Why can't I just be happy that Christian Caine wants to be with me? It is very obvious by now that he wants me. Then the thought comes to me, if anyone can see a player a mile away, then it is my mom. I immediately grab my phone to dial her. "Yes, why would it not be?" "You normally still sleeping this time." "I cannot get damn Christian Caine out of my head." "I thought you don't like him?" "Well, I am sort of in his bed." "My god, what! Damn, Cassie!" "Yes, mom, I know the man is a god. But I don't know if the man is just playing with me." I take a deep breath before I say the next few words carefully. I know what her reaction is going to be. "Can I bring him over for dinner?" "Damn, you can bring his father too." "Hahaha. What about this evening? I am off today." "Yes, of course. Let's make it at eight." "See you later then. And mom, please behave." "Hahaha. See you later." Now to send Christian a message. As I pull up the screen, my fingers fumble, not knowing what to say. Will he say yes even though he said he would last night? Maybe he just said it and did not mean it. I wish I can start taking things seriously what he says. It is frustrating that I am so hesitant of him when he nothing but trusts me. Well, what is the worst he can do, say no? "Hey, you." He almost immediately answers me. If he is in a meeting, it really must not be an important one, or is it just because it is a message from me? "Hey, princess. Sorry for just leaving like that. How did you sleep? Cause I think I can do with you every night in my bed." "Mr. Caine, don't go getting ideas in your head. I want to ask you a question?" "Anything! What is wrong?" "Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to know if you will come to dinner with my mom."