𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃#1~When Love Lasts

Later that night, Cedric and I were sitting in the tub together. Our date was amazing on so many different levels. We talked about everything. Our childhood, our past relationships, and what we both wanted our lives to be in the future. I told him about my grandma and my parents, and then told him that they would have loved him.

And they would have.

My grandma definitely would have. She always appreciated a nice-looking young man, she would always say. She also would have made sure to get Cedrics' opinions on all of her sweet yummy desserts. He wouldn't have gotten out of that.

I decided mid conversation that I was done staying away from him.

Anna was pleased to hear me say I wouldn't be going back to her house after our date. She assured me that it wasn't because she was tired of me or because I wasn't welcomed. She said she knows Cedric and I belong together and was happy we were fighting for us.

I got the impression that she was making a comment about the situation she was in with Lucas. I won't give up on them and I hope that in the future something will bring them together. If they both have true feelings for one another, fate is going to find a way.

Fate brought me here to Darlington and to Cedric Chandler.

We are sitting in the tub, bubbles around us, my back pressed to his chest as my head lay on his shoulder.

"That feels good," I murmured as he slowly washed my back. "You do know how to work those hands of yours."

"These hands love being on you baby," he said, running the wash rag over my shoulder and down my neck.

"I love them on me," I commented happily.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed my man bathing me. I felt like a spoiled princess tonight. He opened doors, paid for the dinner, and now is bathing me.

He lightly passed the rag over my boobs, paying attention to my nipples. I felt the soap and warm water dripping down my belly.

"Thank you for tonight," I told him softly.

"You don't need to thank me, baby. It's It's job to make you happy," he sighed. "I'm sorry if I wasn't doing that for a while."

"No, you were -" I rushed to assure him, but he talked over me in that alpha man way of his.

Like always.

"We both know I was acting like a jerk," he chuckled. "My heart was in the right place but still a jerk, babe."

"Is being a jerk against the law?"

"What? No."

"Too bad I can't lock you up for it then," I sighed dramatically before giggling.

I didn't want him to feel bad about what happened. It was more of my own insecurities than his actions that caused me to get sucked into my emotions about us.

"Babe," he groaned.

"I mean, maybe I can. I could use those handcuffs on you -"

"Not going to happen. I tie you up," he growled.

My body was shaking with laughter now because I had already anticipated his answer. He is too much of a caveman to allow any woman to tie him up.

That won't keep me from trying, though.

"I'm sorry, Ced," I told him sincerely.

I was extremely grateful that I have a man who didn't give up when things were a little rough. He heard my problems and he did what he needed to do to fix my them, even if those problems were all in my head.

"Hush baby. I understand. I'm just glad you came to your senses. I was going to have to start getting creative."

"That night with the handcuffs was definitely creative," I whispered, cheeks feeling how as images flashed of that night.

We sat in comfortable silence as he continued to wash my body. I loved his hands on me in any way and form that I could get them.

“If you are a good girl, maybe those cuffs will come out tonight,” he whispered against my ear and kissed it gently, causing my body to shiver with excitement.

“I'm always a good girl,” I moaned, pushing my body back against his, wanting those handcuffs to come back out. He won't hear me complain.

He will hear me scream with pleasure instead.

He slowly dragged the cloth between my legs and gently began rubbing it against my pussy.

Just the feeling of his hand between my legs has electricity coursing through my veins, craving more.

Goodness.

This man drives me crazy.

“I wonder how fast I can make you come with my hands,” he breathes against the back of my neck.

“Perhaps you should find out,” I whimpered, and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

He let go of the washcloth, picked up both of my legs and placed them over the sides of the tub, and kissed the back of my neck.

“Please,” I whispered.

“I have not even started yet,” he growled and brought one hand between my legs and slowly slid his finger up and down my wet folds, teasing me.

He uses his other hand, grabs my chin, turns my head around and kisses me deeply as his finger slides down, stopping at my little hole. He rubbed it lazily, lightly pushing the tip of his finger inside just to take it out.

“You will beg me to allow you to come,” he groaned, pinched my clit before rubbing around it gently.

“Cedric,” I cried out, needing more.

My hips started moving in slow circles, matching his rhythm.

He captures my moans inside his mouth, matching his tongue movements with his finger. That intense feeling is already building, and before I can come, he takes his hand away.

“Damn you,” I whined, raised my hips, demanding his finger back.

He chuckled and slowly brought his hand back down between my legs and slipped his finger deep inside me with one smooth movement.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He takes his other hand off my of chin, cups my left boob and squeezed it hard as he bit my tongue.

His hips thrust against me, his hard dick rubbing up into my ass cheeks. He groans into my neck, pressing his thumb against my clit harder, and moved his finger in and out of me faster, making the tub water splash around us.

He doesn't get to have all the fun.

I slid my hand between us, wrapped it tightly around his hard dick and squeezed it hard. He was solid and throbbing.

For me.

“Fuck Avery,” he growled, and fucked my palm slowly, his hips pushing me up, forcing his finger deeper inside me.

I slide my thumb across his dick's head. Teasing him right back before moving my hand up and down, tightening my fingers around him until he curses again.

He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look into his eyes.

We are both driving each other into insanity.

“Please, Cedric,” I sobbed, looking into his eyes as my body turned to jello.

We are nose to nose, both breathing hard as he continues to hold my jaw, not taking his eyes off my face.

“You want to come, baby?” He asked and used his thumb to flick my little bud.

“Yes, yes please.”

“Say it. Tell me you want me to make you come,” he growled as he quickened the speed of his fingers.

I open my mouth to say it but pleasure rocks through my body, making the words die.

This orgasm will be life changing.

I will never be the same again.

“Say it.”

“Ced-”” I cried, grinding my hips up, rubbing my greedy pussy up against the palm of his hand.

“Say it,” he demanded, used his fingers to tip my chin, causing my neck to stretch, and he bit my neck, digging his teeth into my skin.

“Please I want to come,” I whimpered, my body blazing with the need to come apart for my man.

“Say you want me to make you come. Say my fucking name, baby.”

“Please, Cedric,-” I whined, pleasure shooting through my blood.

He took his mouth away from my neck, forced my head down, and made me look into his eyes.

“Yes Cedric what?” He snarled and shoved his finger inside me, hard.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Please Cedric, make me come,” I whimpered.

The second I said those words, he curled his finger deep inside me, pressing against my sensitive spot, and pushed his thumb hard into my clit.

I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm build up.

“Fucking look at me,” he snarled, and I snapped my eyes open. They landed on his. “Don't you look away from me.”

I keep my eyes on his, staring into his eyes as I come apart around his fingers. My pussy clenched as I moaned his name in purr ecstasy.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans and kisses me deeply.

Once my body calmed down, I turned myself around, spread my legs, and straddled his hips.

I looked right into his eyes and slowly took the head of his cock inside me, and then lifted myself up, forcing it to slide out.

“Avery,” he warned me, jaw clenched.

“You are going to beg me now,” I smirked.

He had his fun, it was my turn and I wanted to make my man beg for my pussy.

“Who owns your dick Ced?” I asked him sweetly.

“You fucking do don't even need to ask,” he groaned, and leaned forward, kissing my breast.

I smiled, leaned forward, bringing my mouth to his neck, slowly licked my way towards his ear, and gently, bit down on the edge.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his body.

“It's your turn baby,” I whispered, placed my hands on his shoulder to keep me steady, slammed my pussy down on his dick and took him deep inside me.

Once we were out of the bath and dried, we made out in the bathroom for a good twenty minutes. Neither of us being able to keep our hands off the other.

“You are fucking mine,” he growled in my mouth, brought his hands to my ass and lifted me up.

I giggled softly and wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck as he carried me to the bedroom.

“And you're mine,” I told softly, trying to sound confident.

“Baby, I have been yours since you tried kicking me out of your house,” he whispered and kissed the top of my head.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“Marry me.” He ordered and started into my eyes as he walked us towards our bedroom.

“Oh Cedric,” I sighed, my heart threatening to fly out my chest, and I looked up at him.

“Marry me Avery,” he growled and slammed his mouth back onto mine and kissed me the entire way into the bedroom, then he proceeded to pull out those handcuffs.