I might be new to the game, but I’ve become a quick study. I’ve learned what drives him over the edge. As much as he loves being buried inside me, he loves when I’m on my knees, staring up at him, all the while worshipping him with my mouth.
As I catch my breath, he kisses his way up my body until he’s able to hover over me.
“Open,” he demands gruffly.
My lips part as he licks at the top and then bottom. Need sparks to life deep inside my core. When my tongue peaks out, he strokes it, sucking me deep inside him. No one has ever kissed me with such intensity. Slow, steady strokes that slide against mine, igniting a firestorm of need. Even though I’ve only just come, I want more.
My legs wrap around his waist as the blunt tip of his cock nudges my entrance. With every thrust of his hips, he penetrates my heat, sliding deeper inside me.
“Are you ready for yours?” I ask, knowing if I don’t do it now, I’ll be lost to the pleasure he’s so intent on showering me with.
A grin curls around the edges of his lips. “I’m always ready for what you want to give me.”
My palms flatten against the chiseled lines of his chest, shoving until he slides from my body and rolls onto his back. He stacks his hands behind his head, all the while watching me with thinly veiled interest. In an effort to draw out the pleasure, I take my time in straddling him so that the lips of my swollen pussy are splayed wide against his erection. I remain still, allowing him to soak up the warmth of my heated flesh before rubbing myself over the thick length.
It only takes a few moments for his eyes to grow heavy-lidded. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he snarls, voice sounding as if it’s been scraped from the bottom of the ocean.
Ha!
Kingsley has no idea how much of a tease I can be. He’s unleashed the monster I never realized was lurking in the darkness.
I linger over him until our faces are so close that his warm breath can feather against my parted lips. When he shifts beneath me, growing impatient, a sly smile curves my mouth. His eyes narrow as he attempts to nip at me. Before he can make contact, I pull away with a grin before sliding from him. My hands go to his larger ones, dragging him from the bed. He raises his brows when I pull him through the door that leads outside to my private balcony. With the cool night air slapping at us, I position him against the wrought iron railing that frames the compact space.
On my tiptoes, I press kisses to his perfect cupid’s bow of a mouth. As he sinks into the caress, I slide down his body, licking over his firm jaw to the thick column of his throat. I pay homage to his shoulders before moving to his chest. I graze one flat nipple with my lips before giving the same attention to the other. When a groan rumbles up from his chest, I continue downward. Over his ribs and taut abdominals before arriving at the V of chiseled muscle that leads to the part of him that is silk encased steel. I drop to my knees so I’m eye level with his erection.
Long.
Thick.
And gorgeous.
Not in a million years did I ever imagine being so obsessed with a penis. I’d always assumed they looked the same. That theory has been completely blown out of the water by Kingsley’s cock. I love flicking the tip with my tongue and drawing him deep into my mouth. I love the way he throws his head back and groans out his release. The way his fingers sink into my scalp, holding me in place, as if he can’t bear the thought of not being brought to climax.
His joy is my own.
And vice versa.
Which he has proven dozens of times.
As I tip my head and meet his glittering gaze, a predatory smile settles on his face. He reaches out, tracing the contours of my lips with the pad of his thumb before gently pushing it between them. My tongue slides over the blunt tip as I draw him deeper into my mouth and suck on it. A rumble of pleasure reverberates from his chest as he pulls the digit from me. His hand wraps around the thick length of his cock before he brings it to my lips.
“Kiss the crown, baby girl.”
Those five words send a flurry of arousal to my core where it explodes like a firework. With my gaze locked on his, I press my lips to the glistening head. When my tongue darts out to taste the pearly drop of moisture gathered at the slit, he jerks his dick away.