Cayden and I cooked breakfast mostly in silence. I could tell Cayden was deep in thought, but I didn't know about what, which made me nervous. Was she mad at me? Uncomfortable with meeting her parents? Or maybe she wasn't being intentionally quiet at all—she just happened to be quiet because she was tired.

"Are you okay?" I asked, the silence finally getting under my skin.

"I'm fine," Cayden asked, not looking up from the bacon she was frying.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" I asked, keeping my voice low. Even though the house was huge, I didn't was to risk anyone overhearing anything. The last thing I wanted was to end up on Cayden's shit list because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"It's fine," Cayden insisted and then looked at me. "Really."

I refrained from sighing, not wanting to push too hard. Things were already stressful enough—the last thing I wanted to do was make it worse.

But still, I was worried. We had to be in this together, no matter what. The last thing I wanted was for Cayden to ice me out while I was here, or for me to do things that would accidentally upset her. I cared too much about her for that.

We finished cooking and then settled into the chairs around the table. We ate mostly in silence, Cayden still keeping to herself. The only sounds between us were our forks and knives.

When I finished eating, I put my fork down and looked at her. "What did you want to do today before dinner?"

"I'm not sure," Cayden said. "What did you have in mind? Did you want to go anywhere?"

"I don't really know the area," I said. "I'd have to do some research, unless you have any recommendations."

Cayden sat back in her chair, looking so shockingly sexy for a second that it nearly took my breath away. It was amazing to me how she could do that—she could just exist and I'd be practically on my hands and knees begging for her. Even when we were established as a couple and definitely together, I still felt like I had to compete for her affection, like I wanted to fawn all over her.

"Okay," Cayden said, not sounding all that committal either way. It was a little frustrating—I knew she didn't need to have an itinerary planned for us. It wasn't summer camp. But I was also hoping for a little bit of guidance on what we were going to be doing.

I leaned forward, deciding we needed to find something that would make us both happy. And I had a feeling I knew just the thing.

"Or we could not go anywhere," I offered.

"Yeah..." Cayden said, clearly thinking I was referring to watching TV or lounging by the pool. She didn't seem that excited by it until she looked at me and studied my face. "Oh."

"Oh," I said, smiling a little bit.

Cayden's face lit up the tiniest bit. She looked down at the plates in front of us. "I mean..."

"Come on," I whispered. "I think I'm still owed a little something from last night."

"Oh, you think I owe that to you?"

I smirked a little, glad to see Cayden acting more like herself. She was probably so deep in her head with everything going on. She just needed something to get her out of it for a while, something to help her relax.

"Should we...go upstairs?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think we should," Cayden said.

-

Cayden and I wasted no time at all getting back to her room. I still felt a little shy about being in the same space as her parents, but I didn't want to voice the concern if Cayden wasn't feeling the same way. If she felt like it was okay, then it was okay.

We shut the door and Cayden pulled me toward her, kissing me gently and playfully. I loved kissing Cayden and I loved making out with her. The sex we had was great, but I was convinced part of what made it so good was the intimacy of it all. Cayden made me feel special, she made me feel wanted.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her in closer. We kissed as we walked back to the bed, Cayden gently pushing me down onto the mattress. She smiled teasingly at me and then leaned in again to kiss me, gently pressing my arms down into the bed as she did it. I could feel the wetness developing between my legs and the familiar warm feeling coursing through my body.

She trailed kisses down my neck. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation completely envelop me. Even though it had been a little bit, it didn't take long for all of those feelings I had last night to come right back. I wanted her just as badly now, if not even more than before.

We readjusted on the bed and Cayden gently maneuvered her leg between mine, gently grinding it against me. My hips thrusted automatically in response as I craved harder and deeper pressure.

She went for my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and then undoing my pants. I helped her out of her clothes too, my fingers gently caressing her exposed skin. She was so beautiful.

She kissed down my chest, gently taking my nipples between her teeth. My back instinctively arched as her lips pressed against my skin. She moved further and further down and the spot between my legs became increasingly sensitive with every passing moment.

Cayden ran her hands over my skin, gently squeezing my breasts in her hands. She kissed further and further down my stomach until she was kissing just above my slit.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Cayden whispered. She caressed her fingers over my opening, wetness further blossoming and showing through my panties.

She put her hands on either side of my hips and I lifted them so she could slide my underwear off of me. She looked at me like she wanted to devour me, the look in her eyes blazing with attraction.

She leaned in and gently pressed her mouth to me, teasing me at first. I threw my head back and did what I could to keep my voice down. It was hard—I had gotten used to the luxury of me and Cayden being able to fuck in the comfort of Cayden's condo. We didn't have any roommates to worry about, and definitely no parents around.

Cayden flicked her tongue against me with expert precision, every move bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. All of our teasing and foreplay from the night before was apparently still lingering since it took no time at all for me to be completely turned on again.

She pressed deeper against me, adding her fingers. I gripped the bed, my back arching toward her.

"That feels so good," I said in a low whisper. The words came out in hurried breaths as Cayden thrusted into me. Every motion—going in, pulling out—was heavenly.

Cayden then took me by the waist and turned me around, putting me on my hands and knees. She inserted her fingers again and I nearly let out a scream of pleasure. There was no friction at all between us, just the smooth glide of her entering me.

She took my hair into her hands, fucking me doggy style with just her fingers. My toes curled as I got closer and closer, unable to stop myself from cumming. I could tell it was going to happen soon—and that it was going to be an earth-shattering one.

I bounced back into her fingers as she thrusted into me. I tightened around her fingers, spreading my legs further apart. I wanted to feel her in every part of me, with absolutely nothing held back.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" Cayden whispered to me.

"Yes," I said, the sound of Cayden's voice doing something to me. I felt borderline animalistic.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me?"

That nearly took my breath away. That was what we were doing. My breath caught and I knew, without a doubt, I was into it. It was probably one of the sexiest things Cayden had ever said to me.

"Yes," I said, gasping out breaths. My orgasm came on hard and fast and went on for what felt like multiple rounds, just one after another.

"Good girl." Cayden said, slowly moving her fingers in and out of me.

She flipped me back around and continued to thrust into me, whispering words of encouragement in my ear as she did it. Every time I started to come down, I would go right back up again until my legs were shaking and I was clinging to her.

Eventually, she stopped, gently kissing my neck. I kept my arms wrapped around her, feeling like I just went through some kind of transformation.