“Fine,” I finally say, because I can’t wait any longer. “But I’m not happy about it.”
“By the time this is over, you won’t even remember being annoyed with me. I promise.”
My instinctive nature to fight back is halted when he tilts my chin up kisses me so hard that it wipes the scowl straight off my face.
“You’re so beautiful. Even when you’re pouting,” he breathes, dragging a finger from my pouted bottom lip, over my chest, along my stomach, down my leg, and back up the inside of my thigh. “I can’t believe you’re real.”
I take in his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and messy hair. His heart thumps against my back, and I reach up and trace my finger along the sharp edge of his jaw, pulled tighter than the strings in my belly.
“You watching me, Eddie?”
Yes, and he would know how much he’s affecting me if he would touch me already. I push his hand down until it finally reaches where I want him the most.
Needhim the most.
He clicks his tongue. “Tell me what you want, Mallory. I want to hear you say it.”
“Kenneth,” I beg. “Touch me.Pleasetouch me.”
I release him, watching as he draws slow shapes on the outside of my underwear. A heart. A camel looking thing. The lettersMandK.
“I thought you’d never ask, honey.”
His hand disappears beneath the elastic band and fabric. It’s almost embarrassing that one graze over my clit sends my knees knocking together.
Kenneth chuckles, pulling my legs apart. “I thought you wanted me to touch you.” This voice, deep and cocky in my ear, is doing something to me. “Keep them open for me, okay?”
I nod and lift my hips to let him slide my underwear down my thighs and onto the floor. His lips infuse my neck with sweet praises while his thumb worships my clit with slow circles. Pressure is already building in my belly from the languid motion, but he doesn’t stay long, sliding a finger inside.
“Mallory, you feel so good. Perfect.” My head falls back against his shoulder, watching as his sly smile grows. “And I bet you taste even sweeter,” he adds. “Fuck, I can’t wait to tasteyou.”
Oh my god.
“Kenneth, please—” I start, and the sound that leaves my mouth when he curls his finger forward is straight-up sinful.
For a man who hasn’t been with a woman in the three years I’ve known him, he sure as shit knows what he’s doing.
“You have no idea,” he says, using his free hand to play with the hem of my shirt, “how much I adore you, Ed. I’ve dreamed of hearing you say my name like this for years.Years. And it was worth the wait. So worth it. Now, lift your shirt up for me.”
I do as he says, arching my back in anticipation for him to touch even more of me. My nipples harden as he presses kisses to my neck, rolling one nipple between his fingers. He lets out a throaty hum in response to the whimper that leaves my lips. I’m sure he’d be smirking at the effect he has on me if his mouth wasn’t occupied with my neck.
Slipping a second finger inside, he picks up speed, achingly perfect and hitting deeper and harder than before.
“That’s my girl. Right here, yeah?” he grits out, making the strings in my belly pull tight, and my pussy flutters around his skilled fingers.
“Stay there.Please,” I stammer, so very close to my release.
Kenneth does exactly as I ask, unchanging in his relentless tempo to let the pressure build and build until I’m ready to fall apart.
“There it is. Is this everything you dreamed of? Because it is for me. Everything and more. Oh, I feel you getting close. Come on my fingers, Mallory. Go ahead and come for me, honey.”
The smug asshole has the audacity to smile as I come undone in his arms, but it’s the sound of his laugh that sends me over the edge into the best orgasm of my life.
“Kenneth. Com… I’m com—”
His lips and tongue swallow my words. Back arched and thighs trembling, I ride out my high, whimpering into his mouth with a gratefulwhine. Kenneth keeps an unwavering, slow swirl on my clit until I’m limp with exhaustion.
My eyes widen when he removes his fingers, promptly placing them in his mouth. A flicker of desire ignites when he swirls his tongue around them.
