She finally slipped her fingers into my underwear and, even though I thought I couldn't get any more aroused, I suddenly felt already on the edge of cumming. Her fingers ran over the lips of my pussy, gently at first until I was satisfactorily slicked with my own wetness.

"Wow," I breathed out, the words coming out faint and sensual.

As if motivated by my words, she slipped a finger inside of me and I gasped, my back curving away from the soft bed in response. But the friction of one wasn't enough. She inserted a second and slowly moved them in and out. Every movement made me pull her closer, made me feel like I was out of my own body but in the best way. She used her thumb to massage my clit as she picked up speed, thrusting her fingers into me.

"Cay," I moaned, arching against her fingers and grasping at the thick black blankets. Both of us were already breathing heavily by the time I moved to take off Cayden's athletic shorts. Soon she was out of her shorts, revealing her boxer briefs fitted against her tatted tan skin. Just seeing her in her underwear sent a new wave of pleasure through me.

"God you are so wet," Cayden said, her voice husky and full. I loved that I was capable of doing that to her. It was like she became a new person when we were alone together.

"Let me feel you," I said and Cayden obliged, shifting so I could take her briefs off. Her whole body was beyond beautiful, lean—muscular, and firm. "Perfect," I said, looking at her and then meeting her eyes. She kissed me again, my mouth partially open from the pleasure of her fingers.

Cayden was wet by the time I touched her, already soaked from just fingering me. A small amount of pride bubbled in me. I liked that I made her feel that way. I liked that we made each other feel that way.

I inserted my fingers, making Cayden stop for a moment as she felt the rush of pleasure. She was warm and wet—moaning lowly, and I knew I had to make her cum. I needed to hear the beautiful sounds escaping her lips caused by her burning pleasure. I needed to feel her body tense under me as she basked in her orgasm.

I moaned into her mouth, turned on by the sensation of being inside of her, and even more turned on by Cayden making me feel so good. It felt beyond humanly impossible to experience so much pleasure from the touch of one person.

She kissed my neck and lightly nibbled on my ear as she trusted her fingers into me faster and faster.

"I'm so close," I said and Cayden kept going, lightly moaning in my ear as I played with her clit. She kissed my forehead, my cheek, and bit my neck. Our bodies were warm with the heat of pushing each other to the edge. And then, release.

"Oh fuck," I said, my body gripped with pleasure. I tightened around her fingers and felt the orgasm everywhere in my body, making my legs shake. Cayden's heavy eyes watched my body tense harshly before suddenly she tensed under me as well—her eyes briefly rolled closed as she experienced her orgasm along with me. "Fuck. Holy shit," I gasped as the waves of pleasure just kept coming.

Both Cayden and I panted, our bodies kept close together, breathing as if we had just run a marathon. We slid our fingers out of each other as our heavy bodies collapsed fully onto the soft bed beneath us.

Exhausted from the sex and the orgasm, I closed my eyes. Cayden gently kissed my forehead and my lips, the feeling so tender it lit my body up. I pulled Cayden close to me, relishing in the sensation of skin-on-skin. I kissed her, her lips soft and caring against mine. Her soft hand glided up and down my exposed spine, sending shivers through my entire body. She lightly tugged me even closer, causing our warm bodies to mold together perfectly.

"How do you do that?" I asked, laughing lightly. "That was... wow,"

"You bring it out of me," Cayden said. She gave me one last squeeze and kiss on the forehead before finding her briefs and standing up. "I'm going to shower. You're welcome to join me or you can sleep if you want,"

"Did you want me to sleep over?" I asked, not wanting to accidentally overstep my boundaries.

"Yeah of course," Cayden said, looking at me with a small smile tugging her plump lips upward. She looked good—glowy even, which was no doubt due to the incredible sex we just had. "I'm not opposed to cuddling with you or having a sleepover, especially after everything we just went through to even get here,"

I smiled, a blush spreading over my cheek. I watched her walk away and considered my options, kind of never wanting to leave Cayden's bed but also not minding a hot shower, which would no doubt be hotter with Cayden.

I briefly closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in the comforting scent of Cayden's place and how everything smelled like her—sweet, comfortable, and just the right amount of spiced cologne that she usually wore. Taking in the moment allowed me to really process everything, and realize that we really made progress. Everything will change after this, and I don't know how I feel about that. Not in a bad way... I just feel intimidated, stepping into this new territory with her. Whenever you try out something new with someone, you always have to figure out where the boundaries are and what they are. It's refreshing and exciting, but it's also intimidating in a way.

A phone buzzed, interrupting the peaceful moment and I sat up, thinking it was mine at first until I realized mine had been abandoned near the kitchen. I was about to call for Cayden when I was stopped in my tracks by the caller ID and photo that popped up on Cayden's phone screen.

Zera

I didn't know how to feel, I looked between the bathroom Cayden walked into and her phone screen. Why was Zera calling Cayden? Part of me was certain that it was nothing. Maybe they were just friends—had business relations. Maybe they'd met through mutual friends, but it all still seemed weird. I mean Zera was at the club tonight that Cayden had run into me at... did they come together? Was she here before I came over? Did they do anything before this? Is this why Cayden didn't want to pursue me... because of Zera?

My heart thudded in my chest, vicious jealousy ripping through me. I knew it was unfair to be upset since I'd almost gone home with Kori which Cayden wasn't aware of, but Cayden never made it seem like she was involved with someone. Especially not involved enough to receive a fairly late call at what...? Two in the morning—almost three?

I weighed my options: I could ask Cayden about Zera and risk scaring Cayden away, or I could ignore it, pretending it doesn't exist for the sake of keeping the peace—something I did a lot with Sebastian. Keeping the peace was always something I did even when his behavior was disrespectful or irritating, but I'd never exactly found anything tied to him having relations with someone else. This was new territory, especially since Cayden and I weren't dating—I mean I don't even know what any of this is.

I pressed my hands to my face. Of course, things had to be difficult. It only made sense after Cayden and I were able to figure all of this out, something new would come up.

The phone abruptly stopped vibrating, Zera's face disappearing from the screen. I inhaled sharply and decided I wouldn't worry about it. Cayden and I weren't exclusive. I'd made it clear that she didn't have to commit to anything and asking her why a girl was calling her late at night sounded like a commitment—it sounded like something a girlfriend would ask.

I laid back down in Cayden's bed, appreciating for one petty moment that I was in her bed and not Zera. I decided that I wouldn't join her in the shower, not because I was mad or upset, but just because I needed a moment to myself. A moment to process all of the prior things that had previously occurred.

I didn't know how long I'd been in bed with my eyes closed when I heard Cayden's bathroom door open. The smell of her citrusy body wash and shampoo was strong, wafting out from the humid room. It was almost intoxicatingly sweet and reminded me of what it felt like to have her so physically close to me.