legs.
His touch was rough and masculine as he made circles toward my opening. I sighed as I took deep breaths revved by his firm caress. Once his head lowered, I felt his hot breath heaving around my slit. Then Cade’s mouth opened and his tongue flicked lightly against my clitoris.
“Ah…” I sighed, tilting by head back in pleasure. His arms reached forward, squeezing my breasts as he licked my opening. His scent was hot and masculine like the day I smelled him at the dinner table. It was only turning me on that Cade’s carefree and worked out body was now making me its meal.
My legs kicked a little as Cade pushed his tongue in further. I felt his juices mingling with mine, tasting, and teasing my sensitive skin.
“You have the sweetest…” Cade started before pausing for another lap. “Most succulent pussy I’ve ever had. Do other guys tell you that?”
I shook my head, having never been with a guy so vocal. Truth was, I had only been with one other. Suddenly, I was wondering how many girls Cade had taken up into his room late at night. His parents couldn’t hear them moaning as he pleased them like he was doing to me. Then my thoughts were cut short as Cade buried back inside of me. He began to move his mouth in a fast circle.
“Shit…” I grumbled as he worked his lips on me.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me now.”
As he pushed inward, I felt my pussy flash with heat. Suddenly, I was exploding with pleasure. I screamed so loudly that all of the city I grew up in could have heard. However, the entire mansion was still quiet as Cade suckled the juices that pumped from between my thighs.
I panted heavily as he crawled on top of me. I could feel his body weight pressing me into the bedding as his hard muscles enveloped me. Then he opened his mouth and slid his tongue against mine. The kiss was warm and wetter than usual. It was as though Cade wanted me to taste the forbidden fruit he had just savored– and I liked it.
Labor Day
I didn’t see Cade over the next few days. After our encounter, I rushed from his room, and shut my door. I felt exhausted. I felt shameful. I also felt alive . There was no telling if the worst part was that I had hooked up with my cousin or the fact that I liked it.
Avoiding Cade was easy in the large house. I showed up late for breakfast and early for dinner. Since it was the weekend, my uncle didn’t seem to mind that the family wasn’t eating together.
“Hello there,” Tim greeted me from the kitchen as I walked into the room on Labor Day morning. He was in a light gray shirt and running shorts. The newspaper was flapped between his hands next to his mug of freshly brewed coffee. The smell was strong and inviting, so I made my way over to the chef who poured me some.
“Good morning,” I smiled to my uncle.
“Isn’t it nice to have a three-day weekend?” Tim grinned. “I loved sleeping in when I was your age. Your grandmother used to call sleeping my favorite hobby.”
“I guess it’s mine as well,” I grinned as I took the coffee and a small plate of hash browns to the counter.
“I’m even more excited for tonight!” Tim exclaimed.
“What’s going on tonight?”
“No one told you?” he seemed flabbergasted. “It’s Labor Day, which is also the town’s largest street party, The Mayville Fair!”
“Really? Is it a fun time?”
“Of course it is! We have fireworks, carnival rides, and