Kynan tugs at my nipple with his teeth one more time before he presses his face into my belly. My hands are still at the sides of his head, and I drive my fingers into his thick hair. He inhales so sharply I know he’s seeking something past the scent of my fabric softener. A low growl rumbles from deep within him before he slides lower down my body.
My legs spread further.
He pushes my nightie up and then his mouth is at my core, hot breath seeping in through my silk panties.
I bolt upright, my hands once again finding his head, which he lifts ever so slightly. We stare at each other through the dark, but there’s enough moonlight hitting his brown eyes to recognize the desire sizzling there.
“Tell me to kiss you again,” he orders gruffly.
It’s an effort to breathe, and my chest heaves under the pressure of it all. My entire body is trembling and tight all at the same time, and I feel like I might splinter from the slightest touch from Kynan.
Still, I take the risk and murmur, “Kiss me.”
It’s not my mouth I expect his lips to find, and he doesn’t disappoint. His fingers are between my legs, sliding into my panties and pulling the crotch to the side. Lowering his head, Kynan finally gives me my kiss, and it’s hot and wet as he covers me.
I can’t control the long groan of relief from the attention of his mouth and tongue between my legs. He attacks me ferociously, and it’s obvious he’s seeking one thing and one thing only.
For me to come for him hard and fast.
It happens mere moments after he presses a long finger inside of me while sucking on my clit. My back arches deeply off the bed as a powerful orgasm sweeps through me. It’s so intense my mind actually goes blissfully blank for a moment, and all I can do is tumble along with the sensations racking my body.
I’m floating, light as a feather and barely aware, as my panties are stripped down my legs. Of Kynan going to his knees so he can work at his belt. Once he slides it off, I blink slowly while watching him undo his jeans. He reaches inside, then take himself in hand.
I’m still floating on the minor tremors of the previous orgasm as he strokes himself a few times.
Kynan covers me, putting an elbow to the mattress, and I raise my legs. Then he’s thick and hot, pressing inside of me. I glide my hands into the back of his opened jeans, grasp at the hard muscles of his ass, and try to pull him inside of me.
He slides in inch by glorious inch.
Stretching me. Filling me so deeply.
Kynan groans when he bottoms out, bending his neck so our foreheads touch ever so slightly. His breath flutters over my face before his lips finally find mine.
A sigh of happiness floats from my mouth to his, and he starts to move. Kynan kisses me deeply as his hips drive into me. I remember this feeling… of being with him—him inside of me—and it’s one of pure completeness. I’ve never felt it since in the relationships I’ve had, and I’m surprised I feel it now given the time and distance between us.
For so long, I hadn’t thought I was good enough for him. I thought he’d lied to me when he said he loved me. I’d felt a million times the fool over falling for him.
But that’s all gone now. Every bit of the anger and betrayal had disappeared. I don’t know if he feels it, but the connection I feel to him right now is far beyond just the way our bodies are joined.
I can feel my body quickening again, then tightening. When I groan into Kynan’s mouth, he pumps into me harder. Lifting his head slightly, he takes me in. I try to read something in his eyes, but they’re completely glazed with lust and primal need.
My second orgasm hits me by surprise. I call out his name when it does, bucking under him.
“Christ,” Kynan groans as he pounds into me. Suddenly, he goes still, his face moving to press into my neck and his arms banding tightly around me. His hips buck hard one more time, sending his cock into me deeper than ever, and I know he’s coming. It’s done silently, but I yearn to hear my name from his lips.
But I only get a groan of relief as his body shudders slightly while he unloads.
We’re both still for a few moments. I let my fingers drift over his lower back in a soft caress. Sighing against my neck, Kynan lifts his head.
He gazes at me, a contemplative look I think might spell the beginning of a deep conversation. God, do we have stuff to talk about.