First Kiss Last Sara Miller (read after .txt) 📖

Leah opened her eyes wide in the darkness and saw just enough to confirm her surroundings. She relaxed and snuggled in, turning just enough that she could kiss the shoulder of the arm flung over her. She kissed it again.

“Mmm,” a contented, sleepy noise escaped.

Leah turned a little more and her bed companion shifted to keep hold of her. She was now facing him and placed a series of gentle kisses across his cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin. She used her free arm, setting it on his hip, urging him closer until he was completely pressed against her.

Leah ran her hand back and forth over his hip, up his ribs, then down. She could feel him waking against her. His arm now moved in a similar journey.

His hand settled on her butt for a second, followed by a light smack. She giggled.

“You’re wearing too many damn clothes.” Cade’s voice was rough from sleep. He sounded slightly indignant but also teasing.

“Are you going to do something about it or keep sleeping?” she teased in return.

She felt him release her and prop himself up. Instead of rolling over and turning on his own bedside lamp, his body pressed into hers as he reached across her. Leah heard him fumble with the lamp shade before a click and the flood of warm light. She squinted and blinked, trying to adjust to the light.

“Are you real?” he asked looking down at her, a sleepy smile on his face.

She smiled back but only shrugged. What was real? Who was real? What did it matter?

Leah kissed Cade full on the mouth for an answer. He kissed her back greedily.

“This time,” he whispered between kisses.

“Yes,” Leah agreed. This time they would not be interrupted. Now they were in a position to do more than share a few frantic kisses. This time Leah did not want to stop. She wanted to finish what they started.

His mouth moved to her neck and her body reacted. She stretched to give him more access. He moved her hair aside and continued a string of light kisses. It sent thrilling ripples down her body. She ached for him.

Cade’s hand explored her body over her pajamas. She wiggled and groaned, wanting more. When she felt his hand at her waist toying with the edge of her pajama bottoms, she held her breath.

Instead of slipping into her pants, Cade ran his hand down over her hip bone and her leg. His hand moved to her inner thigh and slid up. Up to the center of her legs where he cupped her and began to massage.

Leah involuntarily moved to match his strokes. She felt herself grow wet. She wriggled and moaned. Oh, this felt good. She did not want him to stop. She was so close.

Cade started to slide his hand away and she cried out in distress. Leah tried to pull it back but he chuckled and slipped his hand inside her pants. She sighed and opened her legs wide for him.

He traced the very top edge of her curls. It teased and drove her half-mad. She tried to push his hand lower but he grabbed her hand. Covering it with his own, he moved them both over her. She inhaled sharply.

“Cade?”

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

“I-I can’t,” she whispered back, but it turned out she could and she did. He guided one of her fingers inside her, his going in too. She lifted herself off the bed with every stroke.

“That’s it,” he encouraged.

Leah got closer and closer. The pleasure was so intense it pushed her over the edge. Panting heavily, she felt her own body squeezing her finger. She’d never felt it like this before, from the inside.

Cade did not give her time to catch her breath before he began removing her pajamas. She struggled trying to help him.

“Easy, hun,” he laughed at her impatience. “Let me undress you.”

His hands made quick work of their clothes. Leah marvelled. She was completely naked, she was in Cade’s bed and he was naked too. This was it.

Cade leaned in and sucked on her breast. Leah was done with being teased. She wanted Cade inside her. Now. She slipped her hand down his body and wrapped her hand around him. She smiled when he grunted. She felt him flex in her hand. Leah felt powerful and bold. She guided him toward her core. Rubbing him at her opening, she lifted her hips trying to make him enter her. He chucked again.

“Is this what you want?” he pushed but barely entered her.

She made a noise of agitation.

Cade leaned in and lightly bit her nipple. As she gasped, he entered her hard and she climaxed again. He set a steady rhythm and she met him thrust for thrust. Their pace increased.

“You feel . . . so good . . . wanted to last . . . longer . . .” he drove into her. “God, Leah!” he cried out and she felt his release.

She climaxed again. Her third orgasm. She’d never had three in a row. Sex with Cade was more than she could have imagined.

He settled over her, a heavy weight pinning her to the bed. He kissed her gently, still inside her. She felt him twitch. She giggled and clenched, squeezing him back.

Leah lost track of time, unsure how long they stayed connected. Eventually, their heartbeats returned to normal. Cade pulled out and moved off her. She sighed.

“Are you okay?” Cade whispered. “I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“It was perfect.” Her whole body still pulsed. She didn’t think about needing to clean up. Leah revelled in the moment. Being here, now, with Cade. She wanted to say something more but could not find the words. He took her hand and squeezed it. She wondered if he felt the same way.

She released his hand and rolled onto her side so she could turn off the light. As soon as it clicked, he pulled her close. Leah felt his chest against her back, her butt tucked against him, their legs