I bit my lip, feeling a little shy but also knowing exactly what I wanted to do.

"I think it's your turn actually," I said and Cayden picked up her head so she could turn to look at me.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I said. She met my eyes and then looked down at my mouth before looking at me again. Unable to help myself, I leaned into kiss her, already turned on again even though we'd just had sex. Every part of my body was drawn to her and wanted her. It was so intense and passionate that it was almost hard to explain. It was hard to believe it was my body—the same body that'd usually treated sex like an obligation or chore—that was so hungry for Cayden's touch with barely any work at all.

Cayden brushed her thumb over my cheek, pulling me in for kisses that kept getting deeper and deeper. Kissing her was satisfying in every single way but I still wanted more. We started off slow and intense, almost affectionately so, and then shifted into more intense, very obvious making out.

"Bedroom?" I asked and met Cayden's eyes.

"Yes."

Cayden got up first and held out her hand to help me up. From our standing position, I helped her out of her shirt, watching the fabric go over her head and her long dark hair fall back over her shoulders.

We walked back toward her bedroom, Cayden leading the way. I watched her walk, taking in the shape of her body and how tight her ass was against her sweatpants. I couldn't wait to get her out of them.

Cayden sat down on the bed, looking at me as I leaned in to kiss her. She fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. Even though I was technically the initiator, it still felt like Cayden was in charge. I was hoping eventually that wouldn't be the case, the more I got to know Cayden, the more I wanted some sense of power. I wanted to explore what it'd feel like to be totally in control.

Even though we'd just had sex, we kissed each other hungrily, both of us pulling the other person in closer. I traced my hands up and down Cayden's body, taking in how her skin felt under my hands. As my fingers glided down her stomach, I felt Cayden physically respond. Our kisses got more intense the lower I got on her body.

I slid my hand over her Calvin Klein sports bra, her nipples already pushing against the material. Cayden broke our kiss to quietly moan, putting a hand gently at the back of my head to keep me close. It was hot to feel like I had some power over her and feel like she genuinely wanted me. I loved knowing I was the person who was making her feel like that.

I know Cayden and I weren't exclusive as far as I knew even if I was tempted to ask—but god, the thought of her being with anyone else, or anyone other than me making her cum, made me insanely jealous. As stupid as that is, it's a crossing thought and a strong one at that. I feel selfish for wanting her all to myself—for wanting more than I originally asked for.

I kissed her neck again as I gently moved my thumb under her sports bra, loving the softness of her skin against my own. Cayden raised her arms to imply she wanted it off and I obeyed, helping her out of it while she kept her eyes on me. I bit down the side of her neck until I was at her breasts, taking her right nipple between my teeth. Cayden moaned, her hips bucking forward and pressing against me. I slid a leg between hers and she pulled me close, grinding against me. The motions all felt as natural as breathing, both of us so clearly wanting each other it was hard to hold out any longer.

I moved my hand down her body and slipped it into her boxer briefs. She was already turned on and wet that she groaned when I touched her. I slid my finger over her wetness, feeling Cayden's body tense with every movement.

I pulled her sweatpants along with her briefs down and over her legs, leaving Cayden entirely naked in front of me. She was beautiful, I wanted to trace her tattoos with my fingers, kiss every inch of her body. I was about to lean down to kiss her on the mouth, my hands going back to fuck her, when she stopped me.

"I want you to look at me," her raspy voice whispered, and then she kissed me gently, with the kind of familiarity I always associated with relationships more than casual flings. I suddenly felt nervous now that the spotlight was fully on me, like I was going to horribly mess up or embarrass myself. But the way Cayden was looking at me, turned on and watching only me, made me feel more comfortable.

I propped Cayden's legs up on either side of me and centered myself, my fingers easily finding her clit. Cayden's back arched in response and I used my free hand to hold her hip, brushing my fingers over her soft skin as though I physically couldn't touch her enough. Everything about her was entirely irresistible.

I slid a finger into Cayden, watching her back arch again in response. Her mouth opened in pleasure but she kept her eyes on me as I fucked her, picking up speed as Cayden moved herself more and more against my fingers. Eventually, Cayden was taken over by the feeling, closing her eyes and moaning with every thrust. She placed a hand on top of my free one as I moved my thumb to her clit.

"Harder, baby," Cayden said, meeting my eyes again. Emboldened by the name she used in such a sexy manner, I leaned forward to gently press my fingers to the sides of her neck. She looked up at me, her dark eyes partially closed in pleasure and mouth letting out small moans, "I'm so close,"

I thrusted my fingers into her using hard, deep motions, and the way Cayden responded made my entire body light up.

Cayden pulled me in closer to her so our chests were touching. She arched into me and I could tell from her movements that she was close to finishing. I pressed a free hand to her bare back, feeling her tighten around my fingers as she inched toward cumming. And, after a few more seconds, she let out another moan as her entire body tensed and then released. She shuddered from the sensation before relaxing, pulling me down to her.

I was still somewhat surprised by the familiarity of the motion and how easily Cayden allowed intimacy. Even though we had gotten to know each other more, I always imagined cuddling after sex as something that happened after becoming official. It was a formality, a privilege. But Cayden didn't make it feel that way. She was openly affectionate with me, even when she had a reason to be cold or to basically say okay, this was fun, you can go home now.

I laid on Cayden's chest, her cheek pressed to the top of my head. Both of us were breathing heavily and had fully relaxed into each other. Our bodies were totally pressed together and I realized, with an undercurrent of fear, that I'd never felt so comfortable.

"That was really good," Cayden said, her voice low. I didn't say anything in response out of fear that I'd say the wrong thing, instead, I just held onto her tighter.

Eventually, Cayden's phone vibrated with a few texts, taking away from the moment. She groaned and leaned over to grab it from the nightstand and then, upon reading the screen, groaned again.

I didn't want to pry—Cayden and I were still getting to know each other and it wasn't my place to know what was going on in her life—but I also felt a nagging urge to just subtly ask. What could go wrong? I thought. For all I know it could be one of her parents or maybe someone who works for her who needed confirmation on last-minute samples. Just because I'm curiously asking doesn't mean I'd come off clingy.

"What is it?" I asked.