How did I get so lucky?That’s all I can think as I stare at Kasey while I’m still inside her. I don’t want to crush her, so I shift to move off her. She wraps her legs and arms around me tighter.
“Just one more sec,” she whispers with a smile on her face that tells me she is feeling this monumental emotion with me.
“I don’t want to crush you, baby,” I tell her.
“You feel so good this close, though. I’m not ready yet.” I lift up on my elbows a little to take some of my weight off her. Who am I to deny my woman whatever she wants?
I continue to trail kisses along her neck and jaw up to her nose, where I give her a small kiss on the tip of her nose. She laughs sleepily as I hear her stomach growl.
“We may have forgotten something,” I say.
“What could that be?” she asks.
“To feed you. I’ll go heat the food and bring it to you.” I pull out of her and dispose of the condom before I pull on my boxer briefs.
“I can help,” she says, making like she’s going to get out of bed.
“No, stay. I want you in my bed where you’re warm. I’ll be right back.” When I get to the door, I turn to look at her lying in my bed with a satisfied smile on her face. Male pride swells in me. I did that. I put that smile on her face. I plan on putting another one just like that on her face over and over before the night is over.
Of course she doesn’t listen and a minute later she meets me in the kitchen as I’m dishing up the food onto plates. She’s wearing my button-down white shirt I took off earlier. Only a couple buttons are done in the front, so I have an amazing view of her neck to her navel and those long legs that I want to live between for the rest of the night.
“I think that shirt looks better on you than me,” I tell her.
“Oh, this ol’ thing?” she says with a high-pitched Southern accent and laughs. “I just didn’t want to put my dress back on and I figured your shirt would be easier to take off after we eat,” she says as she makes her way over to me and wraps her arms around my middle. This feels nice. Right.
“Mmm, smells delicious. I would say too bad about not eating it earlier in the restaurant, but I’m not sorry about it at all.” She gives me a cheeky little grin and kisses my shoulder. Best decision ever.
We sit at the kitchen island on a couple of barstools and eat our warmed-up dinner while sharing a bottle of wine. When Kasey finishes her linguini, she sighs happily and rests her chin on her hand while she looks at me.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I ask, chuckling.
“No, I just can’t believe we’re here right now. It’s only been a few days since we actually met. I’m surprised by how comfortable I feel around you. That’s just not like me usually.”
“I hope comfortable means good. My goal is to make you feel as good as I can every chance I get, beautiful,” I tell her as I lean in to kiss her.
“Mmm, I’d say more than good, Donovan,” she tells me, deepening the kiss.
I break the kiss to stand in front of her, turning her so her back faces the island. I cage her between my arms on each side of her while kissing her some more, eating at her lips.
“I love the way you wear my shirt open so I can see all of you if I just move this over a little bit.” I move half the shirt over with one hand and leave my other hand on the countertop, exposing one of her breasts to me. I lift her breast and suck her nipple into my mouth. Goddamn, I love her nipples. I let it go with a pop and graze my fingers over her hardened peak with the pads of my fingertips.
“Your tits are perfect, baby. Your nipples get so hard for me, don’t they?” Her breaths come faster as I run my fingers down her rib cage and over her stomach, down to her pussy where I use all my fingers to rub over her lips, barely slipping in to feel her heat.
“And your sweet pussy gets so wet for me too.” Her eyes become half-lidded as she breathes harder.
“Yes,” she says on an exhale. “Mmm, that feels so good.”
I lean in to kiss her, lazily swirling my tongue against hers. I break the kiss and look at my finger separating her folds and at her glistening clit, swollen with desire.
“Let’s see how ‘more than good’ I can make you feel.” I slip a finger inside her. Watching it move in and out. “Look how wet you are for me. How wet my hand is from me touching you here.”
She looks down and watches my finger move while she squirms on her stool. I add another finger and curl them inside of her while I rub her swollen clit with my thumb. She grabs the arm that’s still beside her and holds on like she needs an anchor to keep herself from flying away. Her pants are coming harder, faster now.
I know the moment right before she comes as I feel her pussy flutter around my fingers. I dive in and claim her mouth and her whimpers of pleasure while she rides out her orgasm on my hand, soaking my fingers with the sweetest juices I’ve ever tasted. When she opens her deep brown eyes and looks at me, I pull my fingers from her heat, put them in my mouth, and suck, groaning at her sweet flavor.
“Dessert is served,” I say as I lick my fingers clean. The look of awe on her face stirs something in me. Has this woman never been worshipped before? How is that even possible? She deserves to be every day, and she will be if I have anything to do with it.
“Come on, baby, let’s go back to bed and mess up the sheets some more.” I give her a wink and she giggles as she stands and takes my hand. Is there anything better than making this woman come one minute and laugh the next? I highly doubt it.