Everything gets hazy, thick and dark. I’m so hot my skin prickles and shivers. There’s nothing but me and the feel of her against my tongue, the sounds she makes—little whimpers—and the wet suck and slide of my mouth. My palms grasp her plush thighs, hold them steady as she writhes.
“Killian…God.”
I pull back from my feast, loving how hot I’ve made her, and give her a smile. “For you, I’ll answer to both.”
A cute growl escapes her. She’s quick, grasping the back of my head and tugging me close. “More.”
I chuckle, low and pleased. “Yes, ma’am.”
And when she comes on my tongue, my fingers pumping deep inside her snug box, it’s gorgeous. She puts her whole body into it, arching off the bed, tits pointing skyward, her slim body glowing and damp.
She falls back, weakly grasping the sheets. “Fuck.”
“Soon, baby doll.” I’m scrambling to get my pants off because I need to be in her.
Libby lies prone, gazing at me down the length of her body. And I pause to take it in. My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t help running my palm down her thigh. “Look at you, all open and wet for me. And so fucking beautiful it makes my heart hurt.”
Her breasts tremble as she giggles. Giggles. I made my reclusive girl giggle. “Just your heart?” she asks.
“Oh, my dick hurts too.” I palm it now. I’m so hard it’s weighed down. No give to it at all. “It needs a hug.”
Her smile is sunshine, spreading warmth over my skin. “Come here,” she says.
And I’m done.
The bed creaks as I shove my shorts down and kick them free. My arms are unsteady, fucking shaking, as I lean over her. My dick pushes against her entrance, and she gazes up at me. When our eyes meet, my throat closes. “Libby.”
She touches my cheek but then frowns. “Wait.”
I freeze. I think my heart stops cold. I want to beg at this point, but I manage to speak without cracking. “What is it?” Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.
She gives me a weak smile. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Something? I have no clue. My dick is doing all the thinking now, and he is pretty much yelling, let me in!
Her brow lifts. “Condom?”
Reality is a long crash down. I stare at her blankly before groaning long and pained. “Mother fucker.”
Libby
Some sick part of me wants to laugh at Killian’s agonized expression. But mainly I want to sob. Because it’s clear he doesn’t have a condom.
His head sinks to my shoulder as he sighs. “Shit. I haven’t… I haven’t needed them for a while.”
Call me a jealous slag, but warmth fills my chest. “Me either.”
He gives me a squeeze. “I didn’t plan this. I mean, I’ve fantasized about it constantly, yeah. But I didn’t think it would happen tonight.”
This endears him to me even more. I wrap my arm around his broad shoulders and kiss his cheek. “I know.” If I had any sense, I’d have stocked up on my own.
“I’m clean,” he says, almost hopefully. “Never gone without a condom before. Test regularly. I should have said all that before.”
“I am too.” I wriggle a little beneath him, because he feels so damn good against me. The tip of his cock is broad and hot. It actually hurts not having him push into me, I want it so badly. “But I’m not on birth control.”
He sighs and, as if he can’t help himself, rocks his hips just a bit. That thick, wide head nudges me. We both make a noise of want. I close my eyes, lick my swollen lips. “Killian…”
“Just the tip, baby,” he whispers, half laughing-half groaning. “I swear, I’ll be good.”
I laugh too. Not much, though, because I’m tempted. But he doesn’t push it.
His body trembles, his muscles locked tight. “I’m going to the store.”
“The power is out. It’ll be closed.”
Killian whimpers, his cheek resting against mine. “I’m going to cry.”
I snort, but I empathize. I want to cry too.
“I’m serious,” he grumbles as his body shakes. “Full-out man-baby bawling.” With a groan, he rolls off me and flops onto his back. Naked and glistening with sweat, he’s so beautiful, I have to grip the sheets to keep from jumping on him.
Breathing deep, he rests his forearm over his eyes. “Just give me a minute. Or sixty. Or kill me. That might be better.”
“Drama llama.” I laugh and then launch myself at him.
He catches me with an oof, his arms going around me instantly. I kiss his damp neck, licking a spot—salty, tasty Killian—and he groans. “Libby. You’re really going to kill me.”
“Mmm…” I kiss my way along his jaw. “Just because we can’t fuck doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”
His hands slide down my back, possessive, hauling me closer. “Don’t say fuck in that sexy voice of yours. I might come right here and now.”