走一下就往里撞一下

Kimmy naively tilted her head up and met Cain's hazy gaze.

"You will be the death of me, Kimberly," Cain whispered as he pulled Kimmy who ended up sitting on the side of the bed.

"Give me a towel. I will dry your hair," Kimmy muttered with a gulp. Cain's stare at her was so intense that she felt like he was skinning her alive.

Instead of answering, Cain bent over. His hand touched her neck, trailing at her back, and Kimmy felt his hand unzip her dress. She was like a statue, just waiting for Cain's move. She felt his hands on the straps of her dress, pulling it and letting it fall on her waist.

"I thought I would have a massage?" Kimmy mumbled with a pout.

"It's your fault I had a hard-on like this. I won't be able to massage you in this condition," Cain mumbled with a cheeky smile while he removed Kimmy's bra and tossed it to a corner of the room.

"How is it my fault?" Kimmy snorted while she covered her breasts with her arms. She wanted to laugh at herself, knowing there was no use in covering her breast since Cain had seen it twice already.

Cain removed her arms and whispered, "You're so beautiful that I can't get enough,"

He was staring at her, ogling her, and Kimmy's face reddened. She felt the back of Cain's hand caressing her cheek as it went down her neck, then further south, in between her breasts, making Kimmy gasp.

Kimmy had soft, smooth and pert pink nipples that Cain loved to suck and nibble on, especially when it was so hard like now indicating how his touch was affecting her. He drifted his hand across her nipple.

Kimmy's breathing started to get quicker. He liked how she writhed whenever he wanted to get intimate with her.

Bending over, Cain took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it, earning him soft moans from Kimmy. He gently flicked her nipple, enjoying her every cry as he spent his time kissing, caressing, sucking, and licking her nipples alternately.

Kimmy's body was once again trembling because of the pleasure from Cain's ministrations.

Still kissing and touching her sweet buds, Cain eased himself down, kneeling, and carefully moved between Kimmy's legs. He slowly touched her long legs and gently slid his hands up at the outside of her legs then the inside.

Kimmy's body quivered, especially when Cain's hands stroked higher on the inside of her soft thighs. He dragged his fingers across her sex over the thin fabric of her panty, and Kimmy unconsciously spread her legs wider.

Cain moved her panties to one side so he could touch her bare moist flower.

"You're so wet, Kimberly," he whispered while he gently stroked her sex. He was so hard, and he wanted to take her that instant, but he should be patient. He wanted Kimmy to enjoy every intimate moment with him. He could delay his own needs just to see her gain more pleasure in the process.

Kimmy's moans became louder as Cain rubbed her sex up and down. Kimmy could no longer take the pleasure as she arched her hips on Cain's rubbings.

She watched him bend down, and her body screamed in anticipation, knowing what he would do next.

Cain brought his head close in between her thighs and breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious aroma of Kimmy's flower mixed with his juices since they made love just a while ago.

He never imagined himself tasting his juices as he moved closer and licked Kimmy. She gave a yelp when he licked around her nub and gave it a suck.

Kimmy's hips bucked as she moved against Cain's tongue. Her back touched the bed because she felt so weak with how Cain gave her great ecstasy, making her feel like she was over the horizon.

Her gasps became faster when he inserted a finger while he sucked her nub. He thrust another finger pushing forward deep inside of her. In and out till Cain felt her insides clamp his fingers, and he knew she was close to cumming so he accelerated his thrust, sliding deep with every thrust till Kimmy cried in her orgasm.

Cain immediately pulled Kimmy's panties and tossed it on the floor as he positioned himself in between her thighs. He leaned closer to kiss Kimmy's plump and luscious lips, savoring her sweetness while he rubbed his hard length to her wet sex. He quickly slid his length inside of her slippery cave.

Kimmy hummed inside Cain's mouth when she felt him filling her with his length. She was still trembling, and here he was again, thrusting inside of her with his member.

He thrust in and out gently. Kimmy felt another wave of sensual pleasure despite her soreness. She hugged Cain tightly and voluntarily wrapped her legs around his waist. She wanted him so much that she had no thought of denying it. She wanted him to fill her inside, and she doubted she would feel this kind of need with any other man.

"Oh, Kimberly…" Cain whispered in her ear before nibbling her earlobe. No one was calling her with her real name but Cain, and it was like music to her ear… so pleasing more than any endearment words she knew.

He slowly thrust his length in and out of Kimmy's tight pussy, which gradually accelerated because she joined his rhythm.

He was kissing her hard as he thrust deeper and harder. He moved faster when he felt Kimmy's inner muscles clamping his length hard. She was cumming again, and he could feel it, so he waited till she cried out his name, and he pushed deeper, and soon he climaxed after, filling Kimmy with his juices inside.

He slumped his body on top of her. Both of them were panting hard. Kimmy felt Cain's weight on top of her. He was still inside of her.

"What happened to my massage…" Kimmy murmured, making Cain laugh since she sounded like she was complaining.

"I'm sorry, Kimberly. It's so hard to control myself whenever I'm with you. After this, I promise. I will behave and let you rest first." Cain whispered on Kimmy's neck.

He then tilted his head to look at her and said, Come, let's take a bath, and I will let you rest afterward while I cook dinner. Can we sleep here tonight? I will call father and tell him I can't come home for two days. Can you do the same to Aunty?"

"What? You want us to stay together here for two days?" Kimmy burst.

'Are they on some kind of honeymoon to spend days together and sleep together?' Kimmy mused in disbelief.

"I'm missing you so much since you no longer come home for days. Am I clingy? Don't you want to spend at least two days in a row with me?" Cain asked, forgetting that he should ask if it was okay with Kimmy first.

"Let's try dating inside the penthouse?" Cain added bashfully.

"I fear that I will only get sore in those days," Kimmy stated matter of factly.

Cain finally pulled out of her and moved to Kimmy's side. He looked at her firmly and asked, "Tell me, do you want me to drop you home later after we have dinner together?"

"I think it's safer that you do that… I'm not sure if you can keep your promise in behaving," Kimmy mumbled.

"Alright… Let's go and take a quick shower together," Cain said, and then that instant pulled Kimmy to go up from the bed.

Kimmy was right. He did not trust himself as well, and he would not want Kimmy to get sore on those days.

"Ah, you go first…" Kimmy mumbled as she quickly pulled the quilt to cover her body.

"I don't trust you. I'm sure we might end up doing more than a quick shower, so you go first, then get out straight to prepare dinner since it's almost time for dinner," Kimmy instructed like a boss.

Cain chuckled and then replied, "Got it, my Princess…"

Kimmy watched him walk inside the bathroom. She grabbed her clothes and quickly went out of Cain's bedroom to use the bathroom in one of his guestrooms that she saw a while ago.

She felt really sore, and she could not turn Cain down whenever he touched her.

On the other hand, Cain quickly finished taking a bath, and his brows snapped, seeing Kimmy was not on the bed. He immediately went out for fear that Kimmy would leave without saying a word.

He heaved a long sigh of relief, seeing Kimmy's purse was still on the couch of the living area where she left it. He checked the other rooms and heard the running water from the bathroom of one of his guestrooms.

He quietly went out and headed to the kitchen to cook them a good dinner. While preparing to cook, Cain could not help but murmur, "Am I going too fast and aggressive?"