Slowly, I lower them, looking up at him. He leans over the chair, his hands now on the arms as he leans in my face.
“Listen to me, princess. I don’t care if you are inexperienced. I don’t want you thinking about the women who came before. They were nothing. Are nothing. There is no comparison because you are fucking galaxies above them. You’re worried about being inexperienced? Fuck, it’s not your job to be experienced. I fucking love that no one else has ever touched you. That I will be the only motherfucker on this entire planet that knows what you taste like, what you feel like. That gives me this jolt of power that is far more pleasing than anything physical. It’s your job to lie back, relax and let me pleasure you. Trust that I know what to do to take you there.”
My breath catches. The look in his eyes is possessive. Primal. It calls to a part of me that aches for him. My entire body is heated. I want that. I want him to pleasure me.
“What about you? Don’t I need to pleasure you?” I croak out.
A slow smile covers his face. “Pleasuring you is what pleasures me, princess. Knowing you feel so good you can’t help but moan out my name. Watching as you orgasm.” He shudders. “Fuck, just the thought makes me hard. We will explore this together. I will always only do what you want. What pleasures you. Don’t worry about me, baby.”
“I want to worry about you. I want to make you happy.”
He leans in then, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Your existence makes me happy, princess.”
My heart feels so full as the reality of his words set in. He continues to stare into my eyes, letting me see all of his adoration for me pour through.
“Your existence makes me happy too. All I want is to be with you,” I admit softly, running my hands through his hair.
He presses another kiss to my lips before kneeling back down. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.” He raises his brow, silently asking for permission.
Taking a deep breath, I nod.
“How about we get more comfortable?” he says, standing.
He takes my hand into his and pulls down the hall into his bedroom.
“Lie back,” he demands as he kisses me.
I sit down on the bed and scoot back. Taking a deep breath, I lie down.
“Lift,” Kai says.
Biting my lip, I lift my ass off the bed, letting him pull my pants and underwear down my legs.
“So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, tossing the panties across the room, lowering himself between my legs. Kai kisses each leg as he makes his way back up to my center.
My muscles tense as he takes his time exploring my body. When his tongue sneaks out to lick the underside of my knee, I gasp, my nipples pebbling.
“I have been dying to taste you again. We need to figure this shit out sooner rather than later because I need you in my bed every single night.”
“I agree.” My voice hitches on the last syllable when he presses his tongue to my center.
The jolt is a surprise to me. It’s different from what we did before, yet still as pleasurable if not more. He continues his ministrations while I try to keep my noises down.
He pulls back, looking up at me. “Stop biting your lip. I want to hear all of those sexy as fuck noises you make. It’s just you and me. Don’t hold back.”
I groan when he replaces his tongue with his finger, his eyes on me. There is something sexy about a man kneeling between your legs, his face glistening with your pleasure while he watches your reactions as he plays with you.
I thought I would feel embarrassed and maybe I would be if it wasn’t him.
With Kai, I feel safe, so instead of embarrassment, my body heats, my hips jerking, searching for more pressure.
“That’s it. How does it feel?”
He presses his finger inside, filling me as it burns slightly, but also makes me feel alive.
“It feels amazing,” I gasp.
“Do you want me to finger fuck you while I lick your pretty pussy?” he asks huskily.
