The way that Cayden kissed me was so passionate that it almost made me dizzy. Her lips were soft but forceful enough to remind me that she was there... that she wanted me. With the door locked and the entire world shut out, it was just us. Barely any glow was present with only the dim lights of her apartment and the sleepless city underneath us—it easily painted her in a dangerous light, so attractive and lustful. 

I wanted her. I wanted her so bad. 

She moved her hands to my waist, pulling me closer to her tight, athletic frame. Even her hands were strong, keeping me grounded and present. My senses along with my body set on a slow-burning fire. We'd already done so much together that it barely processed that this was our first time really being able to kiss. It already felt like her hands and mouth had been all over me and that there was nothing left to explore, yet in reality, we still had so much to learn about each other. 

She pressed me against the kitchen island, our chests together. I wanted her just as badly as I did at the club and every single other time before that, but our motions felt less... rushed. There was time for us to explore each other and to enjoy being together and taking this new step into unfamiliar territory. 

As Cayden and I kissed, I opened my mouth for her, her warm tongue slipping inside. She slipped a hand up the back of my deep blue blouse and pressed her palm against my warm skin. It felt comforting and firm, like I knew she was there for me. 

"Is this okay?" Cayden asked.

"Mm," I hummed, "Yes,"

She moved her hand from my back to the front of my toned stomach, shivers instantly crawled up my spine when her hands glided over my warm skin. I was already wet with anticipation, ready for Cayden's fingers to be inside of me. 

Cayden, yet again, took advantage of the bra I wasn't wearing, running her thumb over my hardened nipples and massaging against my sensitive skin. Her other hand was firmly placed on my back, keeping me close to her as she made my head dizzy with pleasure. I felt myself naturally grinding against her, wanting more, more—and more. 

She pulled my blouse over my head and looked at me, running her hands down my stomach and to my waist. 

"You are so fucking beautiful," she said. I pressed my forehead against hers and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black sports bra. I ran my hands over the tattoos covering her arms, chest, and stomach—various beautiful shapes and meanings all over her perfect tan skin. Everything about her was so incredibly soft. 

"You're perfect," I murmured. 

Cayden's lips twitched slightly into a smile before she kissed my neck, making me shiver again. I leaned my head back as she sucked, letting her accessorized teeth graze over my skin with the right amount of tenderness. It felt unreal, I'd never been kissed like that before. 

"My bedroom?" she asked and my heart nearly jumped from my throat. Just hearing those two words sent me into a needy overdrive. 

She took my hand once I gave her a nod of confirmation before she lead us both down the short side hall. The white wall lingered with more aesthetic and moody framed pictures on one side while the other wall was made up completely of glass. At the end of the short hall was a tall white door that remained open. Upon entering her room, she guided me toward her and pressed my back against her chest, her chin on my shoulder and me close, as if she couldn't handle us being physically apart for even a second. 

Her room was clean and large, yet it screamed comfortable and tranquil. The glass walls managed to line her room, but to no surprise the same grey panel curtains covered them. A long black desk sat at one of the two glass walls, the long length of it taking up over half of the large glass with a leather black swivel chair behind it. On the desk is her recognizable grey Mac book with a stack of notebooks and a glass square jar of pens and markers. A tv is mounted onto the one white wall present in the room that also has a large full-body mirror against it, adjacent to that is an extremely large plush bed that has a color block area rug underneath it—covering some of the dark wood floors. Black shiny nightstands sit on either side of the bed with small mini plants resting on them along with lamps that easily illuminate the room in a dim manner. The black headboard of the large pillowy soft bed rested against the glass wall while black comforters cover the white sheets poking out. I already feel tempted to come over just to take a nap. 

Cayden's breath on my neck brought me back into the moment, reminding me that this was really happening and that it wasn't some crazy dream. 

She slowly moved her hands from my waist up to my breasts, taking her sweet time and making me almost beg to get to it. She kissed my shoulder and up my neck, causing goosebumps to form all over my body which only made me hungry for more. 

She held my breasts firmly in her hands making sure my nipples were upright and so sensitive that I leaned my head back onto her shoulder and whimpered. 

Deciding I was ready for more, I turned back around toward her and gently pushed her onto her unbelievably soft large bed. 

"Jesus," Cayden said, looking at me like I was a completely different person, but in the best way. 

I straddled her, pressing her hands above her head, and then kissed her. Both of us were so clearly hungry for each other that we'd shifted from playful, light teasing to hard, certain touches. Cayden positioned me so that she could take my breasts in her mouth, her tongue expertly dancing around my nipples. I moaned, leaning further into her and having to use my arms to hold myself up. She moved between my breasts, using her spit as lube to help her thumb glide over my skin, which caused the arousing sensations to be all more powerful. 

When I was moaning in a way that made me feel beyond myself, like I wasn't even the person making those noises, Cayden flipped me over on my back. I looked up at her and she smiled, displaying her perfectly white accessorized teeth, brushing my hair from my face. 

Using the force of her weight between my legs, Cayden began to grind against my clit. Even through my pants, the sensation felt so good that it made my cheeks grow warm. Cayden watched me intently, like she couldn't believe that I was really here with her and she wanted to remember every expression, every sound, that I made. 

She unbuttoned my white jeans and slid them off of me until they were just a pile on the dark wood floors. With barely any clothes on, I should've felt exposed or shy, but I felt safe with Cayden. She was so soft and caring when she touched me, even when it was obvious that she could be rough if she wanted to be. I looked forward to doing this again and again, each time trying to out different versions of Cayden and different ways she could make me scream her name. 

Cayden looked at me and I nodded, silently communicating that I was ready for more. She laid down beside me and brushed her fingers over my neck, exposed breasts, and stomach. Her touch inched lower and lower until she was touching the band of my black lacy underwear. She smiled playfully at me as she ran her finger along the outlines of my underwear. 

"I want you to fuck me but I don't want this moment to end," I whispered, suddenly feeling sentimental like this was a one-time experience and that I'd never get to experience it again.

"I'm here all night Vi," she said and kissed my forehead. I held her close so she was almost fully on top of me, her forehead pressed against my neck and her warm breath against my skin.