After finishing off our country-fried steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans, it’s time to execute the next part of my plan to butter Kodi up to my idea.
I get up from my seat, collecting our plates and taking them to the sink to rinse before placing them in the dishwasher. He’s sitting in his seat on the far end of the dining room table where he can see the whole kitchen. Just watching me. My every move.
Fully aware of his attention, I saunter back to him, swaying my hips with dramatic exaggeration. Approaching him from behind, I settle my hands on his shoulders and begin kneading his tense muscles. He groans and leans into my movements, his head falling back with his eyes closed.
“That feels so good,” he grumbles pleasurably.
I lean down nipping at his ear as I whisper, “I can make you feel even better if you want.”
His eyes fly open as he nods with renewed enthusiasm. It nearly killed him when the doctors told him he couldn’t have intercourse for a week to allow his spine to fully heal. It took some convincing, but he had finally allowed me to take care of him while he was down for the count.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom then?” I ask as I trail kisses down his neck, teasing the edges of the mark I left on his shoulder.
He springs from his seat, scoops me into his arms, and darts down the hall toward his room that he demands I refer to as ours, though it’s hard to remember. When he reaches the bed, he gently tosses me onto the soft material and stares at me with those sweet goo-goo eyes he gets every so often.
I flush beneath his stare, his eyes burning a path across my body, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. You’d think the intensity would wear off, if even just a little bit, but it doesn’t. If anything, it only continues to grow with my love for him.
When he finally moves to approach me, I begin to wriggle myself from the confines of my clothes, completely ready to be ravaged by my mate. What he doesn’t know is that this time, I intend to be the one doing the ravaging.
23
Kodi
I’m drawn to her so completely it should terrify me. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, she consumes my every thought.
Watching her relieve herself of her clothing sends sparks through my bloodstream. I stumble out of my own clothes in a rush to meet her on the bed, nearly falling to the floor in the process.
With the promise of nothing between us, I dive onto the bed, landing perfectly beside her, causing her to giggle as her body bounces on the bed.
The moment she’s within my reach, I pull her body into mine and steal her cries of protest with a kiss. She doesn’t make me fight for it, opening for me as our tongues collide and battle for dominance. The soft sounds of her arousal filling me. Fueling me.
In a lightning-fast move, she darts out of my reach and maneuvers herself between my legs. “And what are you doing? I want to taste you first!” I protest weakly. I mean, I do want to taste her, but it’s not like I’m actually going to stop her. Pfft.
She situates herself so that she’s comfortable, winding her hair up and pulling it over her shoulder so that there’s a bright-auburn curtain of waves hanging down on one side. Itching for something to do with my hands, I gently gather her hair, holding it in my hand but not pulling it. Letting her lead.
Making eye contact with me, she snakes her hands up my thighs, my muscles clenching as she passes, and my very hard cock bobs in her face. With a wicked little grin, her tongue darts out of her mouth, making contact with the slit on the head of my dick, causing me to struggle to maintain eye contact, my eyes wanting so badly to roll back into my head.
“Mmmm, you taste so good,” she purrs.
Thinking fast, I toss out an offer, “How about you come sit on my face and we can both feel good and get our fill?”
She stills her movements, eyes still on me. “I’ve never done that. Would it make you happier than you are now?”
I can’t help but laugh at her when I reply, “Oh, no! It would be such a hardship to be able to lick your sweet pussy while my amazing mate sucks my dick. Whatever will I do.”
With a pretty, darkening blush on her cheeks, she begins to move.
“Yesss!” I cheer at her acceptance of my suggestion.
When she’s beside me on the bed, she looks nervous and unsure of herself. It’s not a look I’m used to seeing on her face. Not waiting for her to build herself up, I lean up, snatch her by her waist, and bring her to me as I lie back down.
Once I’m settled in place, with my grip still on her hips, I move her so that she’s straddling my face, right where I want her. Before she can get too comfortable, I lick up her center and this time I do allow my eyes to roll back at the taste of her.
She’s still upright when I hear her pant, “Kodi. This was supposed to be for you.”
Pulling her down harder where I want her, I murmur into her core, “This is for me. I want my mate for dessert.” The vibrations of my words making her moan and wriggle against me.
In a huff of exasperation, she leans down across my torso while I continue to devour her, not letting up. She reaches for my shaft, wrapping her warm hands around it and begins to pump her fist.
