Bringing my hands to the side of her soft face, I lean in and kiss her. Before she has the chance to say anything else. Before another second passes, I want to show her what it feels like to finally arrive at the last stop. Our destination. Kendall twines her arms around my neck and I move to close the distance between our bodies. Tilting her head back, I give myself better access to her mouth. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the moment, letting all the negative thoughts go. She returns, in fervor, the lust now permeating the room.
I open my eyes and watch as her eyelashes flutter. Biting her lip, I break the kiss and wait for ocean blue. My cock is hard and her gaze is filled with promise. I tug on the hem of her shirt as I back away. “Go to my bedroom and take off your clothes.”
Kendall licks her lips while I stride backward toward the door without taking my eyes off her. She lifts the shirt over her head and tosses it on my coffee table. I lose my breath. “You follow directions like I do,” I say.
She bites the corner of her bottom lip while smiling wide. She slides her feet out of her shoes and kicks them to the side. “Payback,” she signs.
The deadbolt lock on my front door slides home. My stomach flips. Kendall walks into my bedroom, gazing over her shoulder when she hits my door frame. “Oh, I’m watching,” I remark, clenching and unclenching my fists by my sides. Kendall stands next to my bed as she slides her pants down her legs and pulls them off.
Grabbing the collar of my tee, I pull it over my head and let it fall to the floor. “This is it, huh? No bog night first?”
Kendall unsnaps her bra and tosses it at my head. I catch it and sling it over my shoulder like a dishtowel. She laughs, then signs, “Was bog night supposed to be foreplay?” Her tits are perfect.
Her eyes trail over my body as I unbutton my jeans and let them fall to the floor. There’s nothing underneath, so I’m already naked—dick throbbing. “Bog night was just for fun. You’ll know foreplay when you feel it, Kendall.” I say her name like a promise. Stalking forward, I graze her peaked nipples with my fingertips. Her skin prickles at first touch. Moving lower, I let my hands slide down her slim waist to find her panties. Her chest rises and falls as she takes in breaths through glossy, separated lips.
The thought of neglecting to kiss her is an ache I can’t ignore for another second. I kiss her mouth thoroughly. When I feel her panting, I let my lips fall against her neck for several languid seconds. Kendall’s skin tastes salty sweet—a flavor that has always been an enigma, a dream. I savor the sensation against my mouth as I sink lower, to her navel, her lower stomach, and then end at her panties. Kendall’s hands fist my hair and she pulls gently. The sensation is electric, sending a jolt to my cock.
Peeking up at her face, I make sure she knows I’m about to take. Her panties are scant lace, and tear a bit as I fist the sides. Kendall’s face can only be described as rapture, she is soaking in everything. When my hands have a good grip on her underwear, I bite the top that folds across her stomach. I lower my body, taking her underwear as I slide down, kneeling.
Her scent hits me and I want nothing more than to take her right now, claim her as my own, but first impressions count, and that holds true for making love. Slow and steady wins the race. This is the most important race of my life. Pushing on her thighs, I back her onto my bed until she falls down on her back, legs wide open. She’s watching my face expectantly, as I loom over her. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
“I have some idea,” Kendall replies, hands moving slower. Even those four words look erotic right now. “I want you. I want to be tangled in your thoughts forever,” she signs. Her eyes lower and I drop a kiss on the inside of her leg. Then the other. Kendall raises her hips, seeking me out. I raise one brow and smirk when she looks down at me before lying her head back. Then I attack her pussy. It’s as sweet as I thought it would be. My tongue and fingers work her and there is a brief moment when I wish I could hear the noises she’s making, but I tamp down on the desire because she’s writhing.
It’s erotic. The skin on her legs has goosebumps. Sweat beads on her pink chest. I can read her in the silence. Kendall’s muscles tense when I separate her folds and slip a finger deep inside. My mouth waters as I swirl the tip of my tongue on her clit, making her pussy even wetter than it was when I first started. She wants my cock. Needs it—is fucking my finger, hips moving up and down. The bare window lets light stream in, all over her body. From my angle, I can see dust motes glimmer in the air above her stomach. Her muscles tense as she thrashes side to side. I ease another finger inside of her and suck her clit at an easy, steady pace.
When she holds onto my hair, I know she’s coming. Then I feel it. Her pussy gripping my finger in waves. Her mouth opens and her eyes close before she arches her back and cuts my view. I suck once more and rub her g-spot roughly before pulling away to glide up, kneeling between her legs on the bed. Looking down at her, splayed beneath me, light painting her body, and shadows from trees swaying in the breeze jittering on her arm, I see what I’ve gained in losing my hearing. Placing my hands on her knees, I watch her come down from her orgasm. I count her breaths and study the peaks of her rosy nipples. I commit her orgasm to memory so I’ll know when I replicate it. Her cheeks are flushed and I can smell her arousal. It fuels my own. It ratchets it up to an unbearable measure. Taking my cock in my hand, I stroke it up and down, rubbing the precum on the tip against her clit.
She squirms, swirling her hips, seeking more fulfillment. When her eyes open, and the aqua blue is illuminated by the sun, my chest hurts. I lose my breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. Just like this,” I say. My hands slide down to rest on the sides of her waist. “Your skin is so soft. I want to hit the pause button.”
Kendall presses her lips together to stifle a smile. “I don’t want to hit pause,” she says and signs. I had to ask her to sign twice because I wasn’t familiar with the sign.
She blinks slowly, sitting up to trail her hands on my biceps. I watch her watch me and I’m transfixed by it. Using two fingers, she trails them up my up to my shoulder muscles and down my pecs. Kendall avoids eye contact in favor of looking at me. Like she can’t believe it’s finally happening. “Are you as happy as I am right now?” I ask.
She nods, infatuated with her perusal of my body, gaze flicking to every part slowly, taking stock, until she finally ends with her hand on my dick. When it’s firmly in her fist, she moves up and down. Now she meets my gaze. I see a different side of Kendall. One I’ve only dreamed about and finally get to experience.
“My turn,” she says, slowly licking her lips.
I think my heart skips a beat or two. My head swims, that’s for sure.
“You’re about to make my day.”
She signs. “I’m about to make your life.” Kendall leans over and takes me all the way into her mouth.
