With every brush of his fingers, my anxieties slip further away. The rest of the world slips further away. Until all that matters is Kit's hands on my body.
He leans down to press his lips to mine. I kiss him hard. My tongue dances with his. My chest heaves against his hands.
He scoops me into his arms and lifts me onto the counter. Then his lips are on my cheek.
My neck.
My collarbone.
He plants a soft kiss on my skin. He drags his lips up my neck, to my ears. Then he's sucking on my earlobe.
Soft.
Then hard.
I let out another needy groan. I'm hot everywhere.
I'm wound up enough I'm close.
He's not even touching me yet.
How am I going to survive him fucking me?
He drags his lips down my neck, over my chest. Then his mouth closes on my nipple and I don't care about surviving.
His mouth is soft and warm. The pressure of him sucking on my nipples sends waves of pleasure to my core.
I shudder as the soft, flat part of his tongue flicks against me.
Then it's the metal ball of his piercing.
"Kit." I wrap my legs around his hips. I need his body closer. I need to feel his hardness.
He torments me with his tongue. I shift my hips but I can't quite make contact. I drag my hand down his torso and under his t-shirt.
I press my palm against his firm stomach.
He shudders as I slide my hand over the waist of his jeans.
He groans against my skin as I cup him over his jeans.
He's hard.
For me.
I don't care that I haven't got a clue how to touch him. I only know that I need to touch him.
I unbutton Kit's jeans.
He groans but he pulls my hand away. "Not until I watch you come."
God yes.
He looks up at me as he torments my other nipple. I press my thighs against his hips. I tug at his t-shirt. Nothing helps contain the desire racing through me.
He sucks on my earlobe as he drags his fingertips up my thigh.
I look into his eyes. "Please."