“I don’t want to make you laugh,” he said. “I’d rather make you scream.”
“I like it when you make me scream.” He dipped his tongue under the lace and teased her some. “I love it when you do that.”
She let out a little moan and pressed on her hands to lift up, him pulling her panties off and discarding them on the floor, her bare ass now on the quartz countertop.
“Is that cooling you off?” he asked.
“I can’t think of anything else other than what you are going to do to me.”
He let out a chuckle. “Then I’ll get right to it,” he said.
He dipped his head down while his hands yanked her closer to the edge and he found himself on his knees, her legs over his shoulder. This was the perfect position if he did say so himself.
She was balancing on the edge, her hands keeping her up and his mouth went right to work.
He licked the length of her.
His thumbs were massaging her outer lips while his hands were on top of her thighs, keeping her spread wide.
She was letting out little moans and he was changing it up and keeping her guessing.
“There,” she said. “Right there.”
“You like that?” he asked, licking the length of her and then stopping on her bud and pulling it in with a lot more pressure than he had in the past.
She squealed and he’d take that as a yes.
The harder he sucked the louder she got to the point he felt her legs almost squeezing around his neck.
She was close, he knew it, just like he knew so much about her.
And the minute she started to come and shout out his name, he stood up and undid his jeans, yanked her forward and plunged into her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist while she grabbed his head and pulled him down for a kiss.
He was pumping in and out of her, one hand on the island for balance, the other holding her close to his body.
The heat and wetness of her surrounding his cock was almost his undoing.
And when he felt her muscles squeezing him as she came he had no control and no choice but to let go and empty inside of her.
His body was jerking and pulsing as all the pressure was released like the knot coming undone from the garden hose and bursting free.
He was heaving out several breaths, his forehead on her shoulder when she said, “I most definitely screamed.”
“Yes, you did,” he said.
19
Get Used To This
The next morning, Kendra was sipping her coffee out of her brand new red mug while Ivan was scrambling some eggs for them.
She’d offered to cook breakfast, but he’d insisted he’d do it.
She was too tired to argue.
When she yawned again, he asked, “Did you sleep well last night?”
