“Are you sure?” Kelley asks. The desire in his voice is unmasked, but so is his genuine concern for me.
Ugh, my heart.
I nod my head. “More than anything. I want you, Kelley.” There’s no anxiety. No fear. Only a deep-seated need for him that I can no longer ignore.
The emotions I see swirling in his eyes are so much more powerful than lust, deeper than arousal. I roll out fr
om under him, hurry to where my purse is discarded by the door to retrieve a condom, and rush back to the bed, practically tackling him.
“Here,” I blurt, before attacking his mouth. He snatches the condom from me and flips me onto my back underneath him in the same motion, causing me to yelp in surprise.
“Hush,” he scolds playfully and nips at my lips.
“You hush,” I tease back before reaching down and gripping his length, giving it a pump. His answering growl is carnal, and my muscles quiver with excitement.
I snatch the condom back from him, pop an eyebrow, and push on his chest, making him sit up on his knees. He’s smirking at me, and I laugh. I’m about to wipe that smirk right off his beautiful face.
Without breaking eye contact, I tear the foil packet open, remove the latex and roll it slowly down his erection.
Kelley’s eyes are pools of black. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says before crashing down on me, laying me beneath him and kissing me with so much enthusiasm that my head spins. “You’re sure?” he whispers once more, and I nod.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Kelley.”
His eyes flash with fire, and he reaches down and lines his erection up with my entrance. He rubs the head up and down on me, once, twice, three times, and just as I’m about to beg, he pushes inside, making me cry out, the sound fevered and throaty.
When he pulls out slowly and slides back in, he drops his head to my shoulder and lets out a guttural groan.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.” His voice is strained, and his panted breaths are hot on my neck as he leisurely moves above me, stroking himself in and out of my heat in long, deep, torturously slow thrusts. I can feel every single thick, delicious inch of him.
“Oh my god, Kelley.” I moan. The feel of him stretching me, hitting me just right, the weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress, my sensitive nipples dragging over his hard chest as we move together, his plush lips worshiping mine. It’s all so perfect that my heart aches.
I kiss him harder and rock my hips to meet his thrusts until we’re moving in sync. He stands up on his knees and grips my waist, speeding up until he is pounding into me. I’m all but lost in the sensation until I hear the rickety bed screeching loudly and the old metal headboard thudding into the wall.
“Shit,” Kelley hisses at the same time I whisper-yell, “stop!”
He halts his movements, and I can’t help but giggle at his wide-eyed shocked expression. His answering smile is wicked, and he lets out a groan that’s both tortured and comical.
Curse this stupid old bed.
“The floor?” Kelley suggests, and I nod through my stifled laughter.
“Stay,” he says as he pulls out, and he quickly lays my comforter on the floor before scooping me up in his arms like a bride on her wedding night. With the same graceful speed that he showcases on the soccer field, Kelley has me off the bed and on the floor in a blink. In another breath, he’s back between my thighs and plunging into me. I gasp and release a strangled cry of relief at being reunited. He kisses me once, sensual and deep, before picking up speed and returning to steady, powerful thrusts.
I have to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning, and when he lifts up onto his knees so I can no longer paw at his chest and back, I grip my breasts instead. His fingers dig into my hips where he’s holding me, leveraging my body so he can hit deeper, harder.
It feels so good. Almost too good, but still not enough.
I think I might never stop wanting him like this.
“I wish you could see how sexy you look right now,” Kelley says, his eyes licking tracks of fire up and down my torso as he continues to buck into me. “Your face is all twisted up in pleasure, your pussy sucking my dick in, taking all of me. Your breasts bouncing with each of my thrusts. Fuck, baby, you’re a fucking goddess.”
Kelley licks his thumb and brings it to my clit, rubbing up and down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I clamp my hand over my mouth and moan loudly.
“You like that, yeah?” He puts more pressure on my clit.
“Just like that. So good.” He’s driving me crazy.
“My baby likes being touched when I fuck her.” He rubs faster, pumps harder. When I clench around him, he releases a shuddering groan and squeezes his eyes shut. He falls back down, caging me between his arms.