His words were filthy and perfect and exactly what I needed to hear. I was climbing toward something, pleasure building with each movement of his fingers, and when he curled them just right, I saw stars.
"Oh f**k," I gasped. "Cade, I think—I'm—"
"c*m for me," he commanded. "Let go, Lily. I've got you."
My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, pleasure radiating from where his fingers worked me outward through my entire body. I cried out, probably too loud for a house full of party guests, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
He worked me through it until I was trembling and oversensitive, then carefully withdrew his fingers. When he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, I nearly came again from the sight alone.
"Delicious," he said with a wicked grin. "But we're just getting
