She was mine.
“Take me,” she moaned, and I leaned down and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, fucking her that way.
I reached between our bodies and grabbed my dick, aligning the tip at her entrance before pushing into her in one fluid motion. Her back bowed and her breasts were thrust up and rubbed against my chest. I was balls deep inside of her, her pussy walls clenching around my dick.
A guttural groan left me, muffled by our kissing.
I started moving back and forth, in and out. I pulled my dick out before gently pushing it back in. Over and over I did this, my pleasure rising, the need to come so intense it was taking all my willpower to hold off.
“God. That’s so it, baby. You feel so good.”
And then Kennedy surprised me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back. But she wasn’t stopping this. Instead, I was the one now on my back with her above me, her legs on either side of my waist, her pussy still suctioned around my cock.
The movement and shifting had been so fluid that we hadn’t even separated.
I couldn’t stop staring at her in wonder. Her perfect breasts gently moved as she started rocking back and forth on me, gently rising up and then falling back down on my cock. I had my hands on her waist, my fingers curled into her skin, guiding her but letting her have the power.
“Ride me, baby.” I said those words harshly, barely hanging on to my restraint right now.
But then she started doing just that.
She braced her hands on my chest and rode me. Over and over she did this, her pussy so wet the movement was seamless, perfect. I curled my hands even tighter around her waist, using a little bit of force to push her all the way down, our bodies fully connected, my dick all the way in her.
She had her head tipped back, her eyes closed. Her mouth was parted as she moaned softly.
“Roman.”
The way she whispered my name in the throes of passion had my orgasm rising even faster and harder.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
And then I started lifting my hips up when she bore down on me. Soon she was riding me frantically, finding her own release, wringing mine out.
“Come for me, Kennedy. Just let go.”
And she did just that. She curled her nails into my pecs and cried out, her auditory cry of completion spurring my own. I grunted as I held her down on me, my cum filling her up, my orgasm going on continuously.
“Kennedy, fuck, I love you.” I roared out those words, the pleasure so intense it stole my breath. And then she collapsed on top of me, our bodies slightly damp from perspiration, her warm breath moving along my skin.
“I love you too,” she whispered.
And I just held her, because after what we’d just shared, after how long we’d waited to be here, doing this was exactly what we both needed.
Doing this was exactly what we both deserved.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kennedy
I slipped on my bathing suit, tucked my hair underneath my swim cap, and grabbed my towel off the rack. I had the towel slung over my shoulder as I headed out of the locker room and into the swimming area.
The sound of people doing laps filled my head, the scent of chlorine invading my senses. Humidity slammed into me, this wetness that clung to the air and my skin.
I walked over to the bleachers, seeing Isaac sitting down, his focus on a couple swimmers in front of him.
“Hey you,” I said and tossed my towel onto the seat beside him. He looked up at me and smiled, but I could see there was something different about him. I could see it—feel it.
“Hi,” he said, and his grin spread. He looked back at the pool and I glanced over to watch two guys climb out. They started chuckling at each other and I realized they were the two that I’d seen at the movies with him.
As they walked by us, one of them let his gaze linger on Isaac. I looked between the two of them, feeling my brows lift. That look wasn’t something friendly. It was something more.
When we were alone again, I sat down on the bleacher and stared at Isaac. He was wearing this goofy smile, his cheeks a little bit pink.
He was happy but there was a hint of embarrassment that clung to him.
“Um, what was that about?” He looked over at me and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Come on, you can’t leave me wondering what the hell that look was that he just gave you. Is there…” I didn’t finish the sentence because when he looked at me I knew he was very aware of what I was getting at.