“I didn’t fall in love with your clothes, Ken, I fell in love with you.”
“I love you, too, Tyler,” she says against my lips.
Before I can speak another word, she parts my lips with her tongue, our kisses soft and passionate while also rough and aggressive. She sucks me in, makes me whole. With Kennedy, I feel alive again. After years of torturing myself and agonizing over Blake and Payton, Kennedy walks into my life unexpected, captures my heart and fills the void. Her kisses heal me, our loves consumes me. This woman is everything I ever wanted.
Kennedy breaks away from me first and whispers, “Tyler.”
“Yes,” I groan, still trying to catch my breath.
She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes. “Take me upstairs and make love to me.”
Holding her tighter, I plant a kiss on her cheek, taking in the sweet scent of her skin. “Whatever you say, boss.”
I lift Kennedy over my shoulder and keep moving until I reach my bedroom door. With all the excitement of Kennedy moving into my house, I had to put Roxie in the basement just so we could work without interruption. And she’s also not around to cock block me. She gets in the way of us every time I as much as kiss Kennedy on the forehead.
Kicking the door closed, I make way over to the bed and set Kennedy down on the comforter. She looks sexy with her blonde hair fanned out around her face, a sexy grin on her lips, and her legs open wide for me. I lean forward to strip her of her shorts and panties and throw them on the floor behind me, licking my lips at the sight of her wet pussy. She’s always ready for me.
I remove my shirt and then work on my jeans and boxers, leaving a pile of clothes behind me, as I get on the bed with Kennedy and position myself right between her legs. Taking my time, I push her shirt up and over her breasts, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
She lifts her shirt over her head, and I help her out of it. Then, I strip her of her bra so I can suck on her nipple while I massage her other breast. Her tits are not big, more like just right, and fit perfectly in my hand. Just like Kennedy.
Leaving a trail of kisses from her breasts to her stomach, I slip two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. There was a time when I needed to work through my pain and anger about the past. And Kennedy helped me work through my issues, closed the gaping hole that had left me hollow for so long.
“Tyler,” she moans as she comes, and after her body stops trembling, I pull back my fingers and ease inside her slow, giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size. Even after all these months together, she still makes a hissing sound as I enter her, biting down on her lip.
As I slide in and out of her, I pick up the pace and grip her hips, wanting to fuck her before I remember that she wants me to make love to her. Instead of fucking her hard, the way she likes it, I bend down to kiss her, allowing myself to get wrapped up in her kisses, keeping my movements steady.
“Tyler,” she whispers when our lips separate, scratching her nails down my arms, this time careful not to dig into my skin.
“That’s it, babe. Come for me,” I say, my voice low.
With a firm grip, I lift her leg up and over my shoulder and push further inside her. She strengthens the hold she has on my dick, a blush spreading from my cheeks to her chest, as her moans turn into screams and an intense orgasm rocks through her. I love watching her face as she unravels beneath me.
Now that she’s come, I pump faster, the sweat trickling down my forehead with each thrust. My body trembles one last time as I kiss her, slow and passionate, more sensual than normal because, for the first time, we made love instead of fucking, something I have never done before.
After I plant a few more kisses on her neck and chest, I slide out of her and roll onto my side of the bed. I smile at the thought. We have our own sides of the bed now.
“You are fucking amazing, Ken,” I say, resting her head on my chest. “My God, woman, you have no idea how much I love you.”
“I think I have an idea.” She chuckles to herself, her laughter shaking through me.
“No, you don’t.” I hold her tighter, never wanting to let her go. “You are it for me, babe.”
“I feel the same way, Tyler.” She scoots closer and hooks her leg around my thigh, burrowing her face in my chest. “This is home for me. Speaking of home, we should start working on the rest of my boxes. I have a lot of clothes and junk to go through.”
As she attempts to get up, I pull her back down and snuggle up against her. “Lay with me for a few more minutes before we have to do our adulting.”
“I have to unpack, and you have Donovan and your trainer coming over in an hour. You should take a shower, so you don’t stink of sex before they get here.”
I groan, annoyed I have to start training already, because it was nice to have some time off to myself, all of which I have spent with Kennedy. But the thought of getting in the shower with her makes me hard again.
I place her hand around my cock. “I have one more thing I need you to take care of before we have to act like adults.”
She
peeks up at me, her hair sweat-matted to her forehead. “Now that you got me all filthy you should be a good boy and help me wash the dirt off.”
“Oh, baby,” I groan into her ear, lifting her up in the process. “You will pay for saying that.”