He continued to lick me, harder and faster. His fingers replace his tongue inside me, and while he flicks the nub of my clit with his tongue, his fingers curl, stroking my inner walls.
The muscles in my thighs and stomach tense, the familiar coiling of arousal building at my centre. I squeeze my eyes shut, lifting my hips to him, wanting more. I know I’m going to reach that point of no return at any moment. It’s been years since I experienced an orgasm at another person’s hands.
“Oh, God, Kane. I’m going to come.”
He suckles on my clit, his teeth grazing, sending my back bowing. My toes curl as my orgasm shudders through me, and I cry out, my fingers tightening in his hair.
Kane gives me a couple of final licks as I’m coming down, sending little sparks of my still subsiding orgasm through me. My chest and cheeks throw out heat, and I know I must be a flushed, sweaty mess. But Kane’s looking at me as though I’m a fine meal.
He reaches to the side of the bed to where he left his jeans and pulls a condom out of the back pocket. He quickly rids himself of his shorts, and his erection stands out proudly from a thatch of blond curls. He’s perfect—neither small, nor too huge. The head is dome-shaped and swollen purple, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the slit. Kane moves to tear open the condom, but I get to my hands and knees and crawl to him. My head is still foggy from my orgasm, but I want to give him the same pleasure he’s given me. He’s sitting back on his haunches with his cock curving out and up. The position makes it easy for me to lower my mouth to him and swipe up that drop of pre-cum with the flat of my tongue.
Kane takes a sharp intake of breath as the salty fluid coats my tongue. He stills in his movements with the condom, waiting for my next move. I circle my lips over the top of his dick and then sink my mouth low, taking him to the back of my throat. I bobup and down, loving the way he slides over my tongue, the head hitting the palate at the back of my mouth.
I pause at his hand on my shoulder.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls.
I move my mouth from him and then straighten so we can share a kiss, tasting myself on his mouth, and knowing he’ll be able to do the same. As we kiss, Kane works the condom, sliding it down his length, then he pulls me up onto his lap so I straddle him. My breasts press against his naked chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my feet hooking his back. His hands take hold of my bottom, and he uses his hold on me to lift me, getting me into position. His erection presses at my entrance before I sink deep.
My mind tips with pleasure at the sensation of his cock stretching me open. I cling to his shoulders as I ride his length, the position allowing me to angle my hips just right so my clit catches the sensation as well. Kane’s fingers dig hard into the cheeks of my arse as our movement grow more frantic. Wild kisses, tongues battling, lip biting, all through snatched breaths and hungry moans.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans, his hips suddenly pistoning harder, slamming me up and down. “I’m gonna come.”
“Me too, me too,” I gasp and I do, my second orgasm of the night powering through me, sending me into another dimension of pleasure for a moment before I gradually fall back to earth.
We hold each other as our breathing returns to normal and I no longer feel like my heart might explode out of my chest.
“You, Holly McCarty,” he says against my mouth, as we both grin, flushed and happy, “are one fucking incredible woman.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, and I think my heart might burst again, but for a whole other reason.
14
KANE
Over the next few weeks, we take every opportunity to see each other, snatching little pockets of time that will have to sustain us until the next chance. The tattoo studio is only a fifteen-minute Tube ride from the office where she works part time in HR, and we meet during our lunch breaks, unable to keep our hands off each other.
I find thoughts of Holly fill my mind constantly. All I can think about is how I feel when we’re together, the softness of her skin under my fingertips, how she tastes when I push my tongue inside her. I love all the noises she makes when she comes, all the little quirks she has, like how she’s always cold. Sure, maybe in time I’ll find those things annoying, but right now I adore everything about her and I can’t see that changing any time soon. I hope she feels the same way about me. It certainly seems that way when we’re together, how we always have an excuse to be touching, how we can sit and just be with each other for hours without needing to say a word.
I’ve never had that with a woman—this easy comfort. Women had always been such hard work before, playing games and sulking if he didn’t call or see them often enough. But Holly has a life of her own. She has a son and a job and she knows exactlywhat she wants. When she wants to be with me, she says so, and when she’s busy, that’s fine, too. She’s a woman who has her shit together, and it helps that the sex is incredible.
“I think it’s time,” she announces during her lunch break one day, while we sit side by side, holding hands as we drink coffee—or at leastIdrink coffee, while she has a cup of tea.
I frown. “Time for what?”
“For you and Dylan to meet properly. You’re both this major part of my life, and it’s starting to feel wrong that I’m keeping you apart.” She smiles. “Besides, I want you around on the weekends when Dylan is home. I miss you when you’re not with me.”
“I miss you, too. And yeah, I’d love to meet Dylan. You know I’m not going anywhere. It’s gonna happen eventually.”
She leans in and kisses me. “I was hoping you’d say that. Okay, maybe we can go to the park next Saturday, kick a football around. Dylan would love that.”
“So would I.”
She squeezes her arms in to her body, as though giving herself a nervously excited hug. “Great, it’s a date.”
That Saturday rolls around.
I feel more nervous about meeting a six-year-old boy than I ever have preparing to go on a date. Dylan is the most important person in Holly’s life, and if I mess this up, things might change between Holly and me. That’s the last thing I want. I understand Holly always needs to put Dylan first and I respect her for that. I also know if things are difficult between Dylan and me, it will put a definite dampener on our relationship.
