“The magic touch. . . You really do need to work on your pickup lines. This isn't the eighties.”
“The eighties?” Quirking a brow, he laughs as he says, “How old do you think I am?”
“You know what I mean.” Giggling, I let myself relax.
I almost can't control it. He makes me feel lighter, like there are no weights on my shoulders. As if he's in control and I'm a mere element of his fantasy. It's a refreshing feeling, to be able to let go.
I could get used to this.
Pressing my chest against his, I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the ends of his hair. “So, now what?”
“You don't know already?” Shaking my head no, I twist a short lock of his hair around my finger. Kent grins as his hand moves up to the small of my back. “I'm going to take you on this brand new counter.”
He quickly sweeps me off my feet and sets me down on the granite. His hands move down my thighs, strong, firm, and with precision. Splitting my legs apart with his hips, he snuggles his shaft against my center.
“Are you sure we're good? I'd really hate for—”
Kent crushes his lips against mine, forcing the words back into my mouth. He's forceful, but in a delicate and delicious way. His kiss turns hungry, bruising my lips with a fierce need that's taking over.
He's starving, and I'm his meal.
Kissing him back, I suck his tongue into my mouth, meeting his hunger with a thirst of my own. He isn't the only one who's starving here. His tongue tangles around mine as his hands move back up my thighs, and his thumbs creep ever closer to my throbbing pussy.
He sweeps one of his thick and giant thumbs across my slit, hitting my clit easily. My muscles shake as he teases the swelling the bud, and I lose more of myself in his kiss.
The edge of his thumb slips under the hem of my shorts, and he smiles into our kiss as he hits the wet center of my panties. “You're soaked already,” he says against my lips.
“You have that effect on me.” My lips buzz against his as I speak, and I rock my hips forward against his hand.
“And you on me,” he replies. He slips his thumb under my panties and swirls it around in my arousal. “I'm so damn hard right now it hurts,” he moans into my mouth. He pushes his thumb into my heat and my head falls back as the sensation spreads over me.
He pulls his thumb out, moving it up between my lips and rubbing me. My eyes close as he works my pussy. His thumb glides back, entering me harder, deeper, as his teeth nibble the exposed skin of my neck.
My entire body shivers as he teases me and bites my throat. The sensation is overpowering, it zips down through my chest and over my arms, spreading like fire through my belly until my vag clenches hard.
Kent grins as he squeezes my thigh. “You like that,” he says as he thrusts his thumb inside me. I nod with a soft moan. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice a whisper as he fills me with his thumb. My hips are rolling, moving, begging him to go deeper, to go faster, to send my body over the edge it's so delicately balancing on.
“Yes what?” he asks, his voice thick as cognac, heating my skin as he kisses me between words. “I need more than just one word.”
“I want more.” The words are still weak, barely audible as he strokes my vulva and I suck in a gasp of air.
“Again,” he demands, his hand moving from my thigh to my neck as he grips me just under my jaw line. He licks up my throat, and nips at my earlobe.
“More, I want more. I need more.” My nails rake down his back and I tear at his shirt.
“That's better,” he growls as he manipulates my head in his hand, and kisses me hard as he continues to penetrate me with his thumb.
Gripping the hem of his shirt, I pull it over his head. His chest flexes as he straightens his back and his abs ripple like waves in the wind. His eyes stay on mine as he unbuttons his pants and wriggles free from his shorts and boxers.
His dick perches bold and proud as he steps out of his clothes and kicks them to the side. He stands there for a moment, still as a bronze statue, thick and strong as solid marble, and I'm left breathless.
Leaning back, I press my palms into the granite countertop as he forces me back, giving me directions without words. He steps forward proudly, grabbing his cock at the base and stroking up to the tip. His eyes are still on mine, they don't move, the intensity gleaming as his pupils expand.
My eyes move down his body, then back, catching his lips as they curl to one side. “Why do you still have your shorts on?” he asks, stroking back down his cock.
Smirking back, I answer, “Because you haven't taken them off yet.”
Kent's lips thin and his smile thickens as he dips his head. “I need to fix that then.”
Taking a strong step forward, he releases his cock and uses both hands to unbutton my shorts. Pushing my ass up, he rips my shorts and panties down my thighs. Holding them out to the side, he drops them.
“That's better.” His smile fades as his eyes slip down my body, and he licks his lips as they land on my entrance.
Dropping to his knees, Kent grabs both my knees and opens my legs wider. He groans as his eyes level with my slit. It sounds like it's coming from deep within his core, from a wild place, an instinct built in his very existence.
His nostrils flare as he inhales my scent, and he licks his lips again as his hands push my thighs open as far as they can go. He starts to lick around my lips, gently moving up and down, but not coming close to my clitoris at all.
I'm sure he can see it, hell he can probably even smell how damn close I am to coming already, and he's barely touched me. The tip of his tongue moves across the top of my entrance, passing so close to my swollen button, but refusing it the release it wants.
I’m dripping, throbbing, and as he licks every fold and ridge of skin, he purposely avoids the one spot I want him to touch. Gyrating my hips, I try to force his tongue against me.
“Uh uh,” he says, chastising me. “I'm not ready for you to come yet.” He blows hot air against my pussy, driving me crazy. How can he make me feel so many things at once? It's torture. Beautiful torture.
“Please, I can't take it. Fuck me, Kent, just do it!”
“Where's the fun in that, Perri? It's all about the trip up the hill to get there, not the ride down. The ride down is effortless.” He thins his lips and forces hot air against my hyper-sensitive skin, following i
t with a quick lick of my entrance.
“You're killing me, you know that?”
“I do, and you're going to love me for it.” His grin is sexy and sinful, thinning the fabric that's holding me together.
I'm coming undone. Every muscle, each nerve and vein is melting into a puddle in my belly and spilling down my thighs. Kent's face disappears, his tongue spearing inside my body.
“Mm,” I moan as I drive my fingers into his hair and yank at his roots. My back arches off the counter as I shove my pussy against his face.
Kent places his large palm on my stomach and pushes me down. He holds his hand there, securing me to the counter as he laps up my arousal with his tongue. His lips find my clit, and he sucks it softly.
I'm seeing stars. My head is twirling and my heart is racing as my thighs tremble and shake so violently they threaten to clasp around his head.
Jerking his face away, my body feels empty without his tongue and his mouth around me, causing my eyes to open and my head to lift, searching for his warmth.
Kent stands tall, towering over me as he wipes his lips. His mouth curls with a grin dark as the devil’s, and I suck in a gasp of air. His naked body, thick and hard, with broad shoulders and muscles popping from his chest to his thighs, making my belly do a somersault.
I'm in awe. My eyes move up and down his form, stopping on his engorged thickness. He's holding his shaft in his hand, pulling it with smooth, strokes. There's a glint in his eyes, his focus and stare enough to make my blood hot and my skin flush pink.
He grabs me around the knees, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter and spreading my thighs wide open. He brings his dick close to my entrance, licking his lips as his eyes glaze over.
His swollen tip is so close, about to enter my body. “Kent,” I say quickly, biting on my bottom lip. I look at his dick, and back up at him. “Do you. . .” I start to say but he nods with understanding and ducks down for a brief moment.
Standing back up, he tears open a condom and rolls it down his length. “Better?” he asks softly as he presses his tip against my slit and rubs it up and down. I nod and his eyes thin as he bites the tip of his tongue. “Good, because I can't wait one more second to take you.”