My stomach flips, twists, and my intimate place throbs, telling me I want more, and more. I think he is going to wait for me to show him I am ready for the next part of our making love, to be sure I am ready for it. So, I show him.
I pull at my shirt. This is all the encouragement he needs—as quickly as his went, my shirt goes up and off as well. My bra goes even faster, and then my nipples are hard in the warm air—then they are in his mouth, and being twisted and flicked and pinched by his fingers.
I gasp, arch my back, hold the back of his head. “Kane?” I whisper.
He lifts up, eyes on mine. “Yeah, honey?”
I unzip my jeans, start wiggling out of them. His eyes are molten, watching me shimmy out of my jeans, yanking my feet free and turning the denim inside out. Still in my panties, I tug them down as well, lifting my hips to get them past my bottom. I am naked for him, then. My breasts swell, my nipples ache. My sex is soaked, slick and hot. I reach for him, and he moves for my mouth.
I redirect him, pushing him down. “Please?”
He grins, a hot, dirty grin. “Greedy girl. Tell me what you want, honey.”
“I want your kisses.” I bite my lower lip. “Down there. Please.”
He traces my seam with a finger. “Tell me what you want, Anjalee.” It’s a command.
I remember the dirty words he taught me, how I felt saying them. How he reacted to me talking that way. I’m breathing hard already, and he has barely touched me. “Eat me out, Kane. Please—please.”
He falls to his belly on the blanket, hands sliding under my bottom, lifting and angling me…and then his mouth covers me. His tongue darts against me, just there, where the fire and the lightning live. I cry out, and I clutch his thick blond hair and pull him closer, unashamed to need this, to want it more than I have ever wanted anything. As I cry out, I feel myself clench, and then his thick finger enters me, slipping and retreating, curling, setting off the smaller bursts of bliss that precursor the other larger explosions.
Swiftly, I rise to the edge, blood pulsing, crying out, hips driving, pushing my sex against his hungry mouth. When I spasm, and whimper a breathless sound, he assaults me with his tongue with renewed wild thrashing, his head moving side to side while his fingers slick in and out of me, faster and faster.
And then I scream, letting my voice cut loose, knowing there is no one for miles to hear. I am torn apart by it, breasts heaving, hips bucking.
Even when it ends, letting me down from the wild peak of ecstasy, he does not stop, only slows. Lets me breathe, lets me catch my breath, but then his fingers move and his tongue greedily drives me back up to the gasping, thrashing, screaming edge all over again.
“Stop, Kane, stop.” I pull at him, draw him up to me.
He levers over me, brushing at his mouth with his wrist. “Okay, honey?”
I rake my fingers through his hair, smiling at him. “Beautiful. I am…oh, Kane. When you give me the orgasm with your mouth, I…ohh, I feel…” I shake my head, at a loss for words. “I feel wild with wanting you. I want you naked with me. I wantmore, Kane.” I reach for his jeans, between us.
He rolls to his back, pulling me with him. “Whatever you want, Anj.”
I kiss his chest, eager to feel him, to have that beautiful organ in my hands again. Eager to feel him responding for me, eager to know I can give him feelings as good as those which he gives to me. As I kiss his chest and his belly, I open his jeans, lower the zipper, and he helps me remove them. Then his underwear, kicked away, and I have his cock.
I love this word. Dirty but beautiful, strong, illicit.
I take him in my hands, stroking him from the very top to the very bottom. He slides his fingers in my hair, freeing it from the braid until it cascades over his belly and around my face. I only touch him for a moment, and then two, caressing his lovely thick length. I look at him, watching him watch me as I touch him, his eyes heavy-lidded, hard jaw clenched beneath his thick blond beard. His brow furrows, breath quickening.
“Fuck, Anj,” he growls.
I smile at him, continuing my slow touching, fist sliding up and down. “What, Kane?”
He grinds his teeth. “Want your mouth.”
I kiss his belly, his thigh. “Here?”
He huffs. “Now you’re teasin’ me?”
“You must tell me what you want, Kane.”
He grins, shaking his head. “Your mouth, honey. Need your mouth on my cock.”
I dart my tongue out, touch it to the plump head. Watching him as I do this, he closes his eyes, groaning softly. So, because I like his groan, I take him into my mouth. Now, he does not just groan, he growls like a wild animal, his hips lifting.
“Ahhhhfuck, Anj, your mouth, fuck—feelssofucking good.”
