Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

A moment later she’s pulling off my boots, then dragging my pants down my legs. And then I’m sitting naked on Kali Anderson’s couch as she pumps my cock with both hands.

I crack one eye open and she’s smiling up at me. “You’re peeking,” she says.

“I can’t help it,” I say, threading my fingers into her hair. “I want to look at you.”

“Nope,” she says. “Nope. I just want you to relax and enjoy it. Then, when I’m done with you, you can look all you want.”

I smile and close my eyes. And I swear, it feels like all the tension, and sadness, and anxiety over the past few weeks just melts away the moment she covers the tip of my cock with her mouth and seals her lips around me.

Slowly she takes me deeper. One hand reaching up to my chest. Flat on the tattooed words that runs along my side and under my arm. Her other hand on the top of my thigh as she sinks her mouth down over my shaft.

I have an urge to pull her hair and smack her ass but I calm that urge. Tell that urge to back off for now. Reassure that urge that she said yes and there are a thousand and one nights of this in our future.

Now both of her hands are on my thighs, pressing down on them as she bobs her head up and down, letting her slick, wet tongue slide along my cock.

I don’t want to come yet. I want to wait and hold it all in. I want to savor this moment and the way she feels. I want to open my eyes and take a mental snapshot of her between my legs. I want… I want… I just want her and I want her forever.

But in that moment she reaches up with one hand. Slides up my chest until she’s gripping my shoulder. And she eases off me, just the tip of my dick in her mouth, and begins to suck. Pulsing up and down it—just the tip—as she draws everything out of me and I let go.

I just let go.

I let go of the past, of the future, of expectations and disappointments. I let go of everything and just live in the moment with this one, perfect woman. The one put here on this earth just for me.

“You can open your eyes now,” Kali whispers.

I do. A part of me expecting this to be a dream. Expecting her to disappear. But no, she’s there. Grinning at me. A little bit of come on her lips.

I reach over, swipe it up with the tip of my fingers, and she opens her mouth and licks it off.

Sometimes, these past few weeks, I wonder what I missed. What parts of her growing into this beautiful woman did I miss because I was so loyal to her brother I couldn’t even wrap my head around the idea of us being together?

But you know what I’ve finally realized?

I didn’t miss a thing. Not one thing. Kali, as she is right now, is perfect.

We are ready for our future.

Kali stands up, takes off her bra, wiggles out of her shorts, climbs back into my lap, and wraps her hands around my neck.

We are naked. Bare. Unashamed. And in love.

One hundred percent in love.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – KALI

Even though our romantic relationship is new, it feels like we’ve been together forever. Going down on Aiden isn’t about going down on him. It’s not about taking him in my mouth and sucking him off until he comes. It’s not about whether or not I’ll swallow or if he’s going to return the favor when I’m done.

It’s not about any of that.

It’s about the urge inside me to be near him. To be skin to skin. Matching our breaths and heartbeats.

It’s about trust and friendship.

It’s about being whole and complete.

It’s about sharing. Each other, this life, this love. All of that. So I sit in his lap, fully aware that we are naked. Fully conscious that this is our beginning. Fully comfortable with what I just did and what comes next.

But also understanding that we have time. That we can go slow, if we want. That this isn’t about sex at all. It’s about connection.

I trace the writing on his body as I gaze down into his eyes. “Want me to read it for you?” he asks.

“You have it all memorized?” I ask.

“Of course,” he says. “I put these words on my body for a reason.”

I nod my head slowly. “Then yeah, read it to me.”

He looks down at his chest. Then over to the right. There’s a passage under his right arm and he repositions himself so I can see it. “‘To war with yourself is to fight against instinct.’” He pauses for a moment, then says, “And I wrote that because…” He looks at me. “Because of you, I guess. All these years I knew there was something missing and now I know what it was. You.”