by Vivian Wood
“Really?” she asked in wonder.
When Jean-Michel presented it like it was a jar of saffron, she cradled it delicately in her hands.
“Just one drop here,” he said, and tapped behind each ear. “And here,” he said as he tapped her inner elbows. “Is all you need.”
“Thank you,” she said. Lily knew how much the extract meant to him.
“And this, you tell nobody,” he said. “I know that peau de zob from Pebble and Stone is lurking around here. Always after my recipes.”
She laughed. “I’ll guard it with my life.”
Lily raced to the Mercedes, the little brown vial in hand. When she dropped into the seat, a gust of flour rose up.
God, I really do need a bath.
She texted Cade as she started the engine. What time you off?
Two hours. Why?
Can you come over as soon as you’re off? Nothing’s wrong, but it’s kind of an emergency.
What happened? I can leave right now if I have to.
No! she texted. “It’s important, but not that important.”
Okay, I’ll be there right after four.
Lily rushed to straighten up as soon as she got inside, and paid particular attention to the bedroom. The fluffy white down comforter and duvet with the chunky pink handknit throw blanket didn’t exactly scream “sexy” but it was what she had.
She draped a red silky scarf over the lamp for instant mood lighting.
Lily put the Ed Sheeran station on Pandora, plugged her phone into the little speaker box, and ran a bubble bath in the clawfoot tub. With candles lit in the bathroom and bedroom, she sank into the warm water and let the bubbles go to work softening her skin.
You have one hour, she told herself.
She grabbed the new razorblade heads and started to meticulously shave every inch of her below the waist. Renee always raved about getting a Brazilian, but Lily couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she’d asked, but Renee rolled her eyes.
“It’s worth it,” she said.
“But then don’t you have to wait for the hair to grow out kind of long before you do it again? Kind of seems like a losing battle.”
“You just don’t get it,” Renee said.
Maybe she didn’t get it. But Lily had to admit that when she was perfectly smooth, she felt sexier. Cleaner and lighter. And couldn’t wait to surprise Cade.
She pulled the plug on the vintage tub and wrapped a towel around her. In the mirror, her face was pink and flushed. She applied two coats of lotion to her entire body. The result was supple, dewy skin that begged to be touched.
Why don’t I pamper myself more? she wondered as she ran her hands along her smooth legs. Wait, because there hasn’t been anyone besides me to appreciate it. Until now.
Lily pulled the selection of lingerie, tags still on, from the top dresser drawer. She’d been too embarrassed to go into any of the shops herself, and the online order just came in yesterday.
A lavender corset, black cupless bra and crotchless panty set, and a virgin-white babydoll with furry trim. She had no idea what Cade would prefer.
First, she tried on the black combination, but she nearly laughed when she looked in the mirror. It had a nearly dominatrix look, and although she was sure Renee could pull it off, it wasn’t for her. Still, seeing herself like that—dark and sexy—started to turn her on.
Who knows? Maybe this is exactly what Cade is into.
Next, she slipped on the white transparent babydoll, but it looked all wrong with bare feet or with any shoes she had.
I guess the shopping cart suggestion was right. I should have gotten the matching shoes.
But Lily suspected that even if she had, this look was too seventies porn star.
The lavender corset and matching G-string was, surprisingly, a perfect complement to her figure. It squeezed her small waist in even tighter and provided a sense of comfort. Her breasts spilled out the top and nearly begged for release. Lily’s hips flared out, just the tiniest of material from the panties visible beneath the lace trim of the corset.
“This is it,” she said and slipped into the silver platform shoes she’d worn on a New Year’s Eve years ago.
She kept her face bare, save for a swipe of vanilla-scented chapstick and mascara. Fifteen minutes until Cade would arrive. Carefully, Lily unscrewed the bottle of vanilla extract. Immediately, she could taste the Chantilly crème in her mouth. The way it had tasted on Cade’s hardness, the sweetness and the musk mixed, all of it made her wet.
Like Jean-Michel instructed, she dabbed the vanilla behind her ears and on her inner elbows. However, as she was about to put it away, an idea too deliciously naughty occurred to her. Lily let the extract coat her ring finger and she dabbed it directly onto her clit. A shiver went through her at the touch. She wiped the little excess there was along her inner thighs.
A knock came at the door as she finished pouring two glasses of wine. She took a quick swallow, suddenly nervous, and wrapped the lavender silk robe around her.
“What’s the emergency?” Cade asked when she opened the door.
Without a word, she unbelted the robe and let it fall to the floor.
He didn’t hesitate. Cade picked her up and kicked the door shut behind him. His lips found hers instantly. She could smell the sweat of the workday on him. The manliness of it made her juices start to flow.
She laughed in his arms.
“Put me down,” she said as he carried her to the bedroom.
“Not a chance,” he said. “Damn, you taste sweet.”
“It’s a secret ingredient,” she said.
“Yeah, it is.” He tossed her on the bed and started to unbuckle his jeans, but she stopped him.
“Wait,” she said. “I have a surprise.”
“What is it?”
She shrugged. “You’ll have to find out.”
He grinned, grasped her ankles and flipped her onto her back. “Do I get some kind of prize if I get you out of this contraption or something?”
“Maybe,” she said. “A lady never tells.”
He reached down and unhooked the first of two dozen hook-and-eye closures on the corset.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I kind of like you like this.
“Good,” she said. “Because that’s not where the surprise is anyway.”
“No?” he asked. His hands trailed along her neck where the hickeys had started to fade.
“Colder,” she said.
He brought a hand to her breasts, encased in the corset, but she felt them harden beneath the material.
“Warmer,” she said and rolled onto her side.
Cade’s hand moved to her waist, to the side of her hip. He spanked her smartly on the bare skin. “Getting hot,” she said with a smile.
He grasped the back of the G-string. With the wisp of material in his hand, he knotted it around his fist. Lily moaned and he made the material slide along her clit.
“Really hot,” she said. Cade pushed her onto her back, hooked his thumbs through the underwear, and pulled them to her ankles. “Surprise,” she said.
His eyes widened when he saw her. “You … you did this for me?” he asked.
“I thought you’d be hungry,” she said with a laugh. “Honestly, at first I really was going to make you a special dinner. But then I thought…”
“Why not go right to dessert?” he asked with a grin.
“Taste me,” she said.
Lily couldn’t wait any longer. She brought her hand between her legs and spread open her lips to present her swollen clit to him. Her nipples had made their way out of the corset.
Cade dropped to his knee, gripped her hips, and brought her to his lips. Her legs splayed over his shoulders.
“God, you taste incredible,” he said. “It’s … it’s fucking intoxicating.”
She closed her eyes as the heat of his tongue roamed across her clit. He explored every crevice of her.
He kissed her clit lightly and raised his head. “I just have one question, though.”
Lily opened her eyes and gazed down at him.
“No talking,” she said. “Just eating.”
“Aren’t you eager,” he said, and grazed his thumb across her swollen clit. “I’ll finish eating this sweet pussy if you tell me one thing.”
“What?”
“What is that scent? It’s like … damn, it’s like no kind of perfume I’ve known before.”
“That’s the one thing I can’t tell you,” she said with a smile. “But I like to call it eau de whipped cream.”
Cade’s tongue returned to her and she raked her fingers through his hair to hold him close.
19
Cade
There were some scents he’d never forget. They burned into his mind to settle permanent. The smell of his first wildfire when the adrenaline moved his body without thought.
The first time he’d had a beer, with Mr. Hammond offering up a wink as he handed him Terminator Stout. And Lily’s scent, now blended with a kind of sweetness that reminded him of the first time he walked into her bakery.
She squeezed her thighs against his head and called out his name. Every taste of her made him want more. Cade trailed his tongue from her slick folds to the softness of her inner thighs.
He wanted to mark her, to claim her as his own. Along her legs, he began to create hickeys that matched those that had started to fade along her neck.
“Come here,” she said, and pulled at his shoulders to bring him toward her.
Cade pushed down his jeans and made his way toward her. Already, her face was flushed and her eyes were wild with want. He ran a hand along her chest and watched as her head rolled back.
“Turn over,” he said. She bit her lip and pushed herself onto all fours.
Lily’s hands gripped the side of the mattress. He bent over her, grabbed her thighs, and in an easy movement spread her legs wider apart. Lily lowered herself onto her forearms and buried her head in the sheets—braced and ready for his entry.
Cade squeezed her round, perfect ass and gave her a smart spank. Her cries were muffled in the sheets. Already he could see the red imprint of his hand on her creamy skin. He was hard, his tip coated in precum for her, but something about her always made him want to draw it out.
With two fingers, he spread her folds apart to see the center of her wetness. Lily pushed her ass back slightly, eager for him to be inside her. Cade slid in just his thumb while his forefinger found her clit.
Lily moaned for more, pushed back insistently, but he wouldn’t let her have it that easily.
“Be still,” he told her. Her frustration was palpable, but she complied.
Cade released his hand and pressed his tip against her opening. She squirmed slightly, but did as he’d instructed. He wanted to watch himself enter her, slow and steady.
“You can play with your clit,” he told her, and Lily’s hand was instantly on herself.
The motion as she brought herself closer to orgasm vibrated along his cock. He wrapped his hands around her hip bones and brought her toward him. Every inch deeper he was inside her, he thought he couldn’t handle any more. But it felt so good, he couldn’t imagine there being an end.
Fully inside her, she furiously worked her clit. He could tell she was bringing herself close.
“That’s enough,” he said. Lily obeyed and he began to fuck her, controlled and smooth.
The sight of his length disappearing inside her, over and over, made him harder than he’d ever known.
Cade moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. They bounced, nipples hard, to his rhythm. Lily’s moans got louder as he pinched each nipple.
“Come here,” he murmured against her neck, and lifted her up.
She rode him like a cowgirl, backward, as he leaned back on his heels. Over her shoulder, he could see their reflection in the windowpane. Lily’s thighs were open wide, her breasts swayed as she used his length, and her head fell back to rest on his shoulder.
With one hand he circled her clit skillfully. The other gave equal attention to her breasts.
“How do you always get so wet?” he whispered into her ear. He nibbled the lobe and she let out a yelp.
“You do it to me,” she said. He felt his hardness as it slid against her G-spot and her wetness as it spilled down his thighs.
“You like this?” he asked. Cade bit her neck and she moved her head to the side to offer up more.
“I love it,” she said, breathless.
“You’re so fucking tight. Do you want more?”
“I want more,” she said.
“Bend over.”
He saw the slip of a smile as she repositioned herself onto all fours. Slowly, he pulled himself out, and Lily let out a whimper of frustration.
“Be patient,” he said. Cade leaned over to the side table and grabbed the white bottle of lotion.
“What are you doing?” Lily asked, but she didn’t get out of her position.
“Just making use of something I’ve been using to get myself off when I think of you every night.” It was true, and he had no shame as he generously poured the lube on one hand.
“Do you really think I need that?” she asked, her voice full of playfulness.
“Trust me, you’ll want it.” With his forefinger, he traced the rim of her ass. Lily stiffened instantly. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”
Her breath was heavy. Cade’s other hand went to her clit for the kind of firm, slow pressure he knew shot her to orgasm fast. He felt the wetness start to build up around his fingers.
“Cade,” she whispered, and he inserted the tip of his finger into her ass while he increased the speed at her clit. Lily cried out, a call of pleasure, and leaned back into his hand.
“More?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said, her breath ragged. “I want more.”
Cade inserted his finger an inch into her. His cock jumped in excitement. This kind of trust, this kind of vulnerability, it made him not just want to have her. Not just want to fuck her—but to protect her.
“You’re so tight,” he told her again, amazed at it. “Is this your first time?”
For a second she hesitated. “Yeah,” she finally said.
He believed her. It was clear she’d never done this before.
Then why the hesitation?
“How do you want me to make you come?” he asked. He relieved the pressure on her clit and replaced it with the lightest of flicks with his fingertip. Lily growled in frustration.
“On your cock.”
“Louder.”
“I want to come on your cock,” she repeated.
“Louder,” he said with a smile. “Say my name.”
He flicked his fingertip against her clit faster, harder.
“I want to come on your cock, Cade,” she cried out.
“Good girl.” Carefully, he released his finger from her ass.
The second she was free, she turned around and forced him down. Lily climbed on top and straddled him with her feet planted on either side of his hips. Knees pointed toward the ceiling, she gripped his base.
Lily positioned his length against her clit and began to raise and lower herself slightly. She used him like a toy against herself—and all he could think about was getting inside her.
“Don’t be a tease,” he said. “Put it inside you.”
“I can do what I want,” she said with a smile.
“And what do you want?”
“I want you to come in me, hard.”
He reached for her hips, to force her down onto him, but she pushed his hands away.
“You’re not always in charge,” she said. Lily put her hands on his chest and lowered herself onto him, achingly slow.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
She smiled above him. As she started to bounce, he reached
for those perfect tits, those tight pink nipples, and let her take control.
Every time he tried to reach for anything besides her breasts, she pushed his arms away. Lily started to pant. The wetness spilled out of her.
“I’m close,” she said.
“Are you going to come on my cock?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Do it,” he said. “Come all over me.”
Cade raised his head and caught a nipple in his mouth. Lily began to moan, to whisper his name over and over. Each time, he got harder. Closer to falling over the edge.
“Now,” she called out. “Oh, Cade, you’re making me come.”
As her muscles tensed around his hardness, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Cade spilled himself into her while her thighs shook uncontrollably. He released her nipple from his lips.
“You’re incredible,” he said. It was one of the truest things he’d ever told her.
Lily lifted herself up. When his cock was released, he looked down at their combined juices on his groin. “You want me to clean you up?” she asked.
He sucked in his breath, but she’d already started to lower her head before he could answer. The feel of her mouth, gentle and soft, on his tip was almost unbearable. He felt himself start to get hard again while the sensitivity faded.
“You taste yourself on me?” he asked. Lily ran her tongue along his length.
“Yeah,” she said and looked up with a smile.
“How do you taste?”
“Sweet,” she said. “So does your come.”
He watched as she licked and kissed up everything they’d done.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give this up.
“You’re hard again,” she said when she was done, impressed.
“You do that to me.”
“So… since you’re hard, I was thinking…”
“What?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t want you to think I’m too wild or something—”
He gave a short laugh. “I think we’re past this point. Tell me what you want.”
“Like, what you did with your finger… and that…” Lily pointed to the lube.
“You like that?” he asked, and she blushed.
