While we’re still on the floor, Kendall moves to me and straddles my lap. We’re naked under our robes, which is great for easy access. I lift my hand and palm her breast as our tongues tangle together. She lifts her hips, and I feel her wetness on the tip of my cock before she slides down on me. I wrap my arms around her body and hold her as she rides me.
We make love in front of the fire, not rushing, and I soak in every second of being with her like this. Kendall’s already my everything, but now she’s going to be my wife.
Her hair surrounds my face as I kiss her, and she smiles against my lips. “This feels right.”
“It does. Like it was always meant to be, just me and you, sweetheart, together forever,” I admit.
She throws her head back and bounces on my dick with more vigor. “When I was a teenager, I used to imagine marrying you.”
I pull back, but she keeps gently rocking her hips.
“Really?” I ask, tugging one of her perky nipples into my mouth, nibbling slightly. She groans, allowing the pleasure to shoot through her as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“I’ve masturbated thinking about you,” she admits. When I slightly sit up, she forces me back down, steadying herself even more.
“I’m guilty of the same thing. There was a summer when you wore nothing but a bathing suit. My dick nearly broke off thinking about you.”
She giggles. “The hot pink bikini?”
“That’s the one,” I tell her, reaching up to grab her other breast.
“Fuck,” she says, rolling and rocking her body, fucking me so goddamn good. My moans and breathing increases and so do Kendall.
“I’m so close, baby,” she whispers against my lips, slamming my dick inside her. “So close,” she groans one more time before she completely unravels. Gently, I flip her on her back and lay her down. The glow from the fireplace casts shadows on the wall, but lights her face perfectly.
“Ryan, yes. Please,” she says, digging her heels in my ass, forcing me forward. “Harder.”
I give her exactly what she demands, and the only sound that can be heard is our bodies slapping together. She reaches up and cups my face, pulling my mouth down to hers. As we kiss, it becomes too much for me to handle. When I finally give myself permission to let go, I moan into her neck and fill her full.
My heart races, and my brain can’t form comprehensive thoughts. I roll over on my back and lie next to her as we stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breaths. My mind and body are reeling, but I can’t stop grinning.
“Being with you like that will never get old,” she says with a laugh.
“I’ll try to make sure it never does,” I promise and notice Kendall shivering. “I should probably turn the power back on,” I admit, sitting up, knowing the power has been off for a little over an hour. The ceilings are so high, the temperature drops quickly.
“Wait, you’re responsible for this?” she asks with wide eyes, perking up and glaring at me.
“I wanted it to be like old times. No power or outside distractions, just me and you, and this fire.” I shoot her a wink.
After I stand, I hold out my hand to help her up. She takes it, and I give her a chaste kiss before walking away. When I turn around, she slaps my ass with a giggle. “Mmm,” she says as I grab my robe and slip it on my body.
I go to the utility room and flip the breaker. The lights buzz on, and I return to the living room where she’s waiting for me. Kendall hooks her finger, gesturing me toward her.
“Damn,” I say, studying her naked body and how her dark hair falls around her face as she looks at me with hooded eyes. I hold out my hand and interlock our fingers, then lead her upstairs where I lay her on the bed and worship her body with my mouth. My only goal is to make this a night to remember for her, and while I’m pretty sure I accomplished that, I want her to feel where I’ve been in the morning. It doesn’t take long before she writhes beneath my tongue. Kendall pants and grabs the sheets with her fists.
“Yes, baby,” she says, lifting her head and watching me ravage her clit.
Right as her body explodes, I tongue fuck her, tasting her sweetness as she lets out a guttural groan. Her breathing is heavy and rough as she rides my face.
Once she returns to reality, she opens her arms. “Come here, baby.”
I lay beside her, kissing her like tomorrow will never come. All I want to do this weekend is live in the moment with Kendall and give her my undivided attention. I imagine we won’t be leaving this bed unless we need to eat, or at least that’s the goal. Kendall’s eyes flutter closed, and her breathing slows.