Finally, she moved her head, her gaze meeting his. His eyes, still intense, were now softened by relief, mirroring her own profound exhaustion. She leaned her forehead into his, the hard planes of their skulls pressing together, a silent, desperate prayer of thanks passing between them.
“What are you doing here?” Lana asked, wanting to press her lips to his and never stop.
“I told you. I was coming for you, Mrs. Capshaw,” he replied, placing a small, delicate kiss on the tip of her nose.
The warmth of his lips sent shockwaves through her body down to the pit of her stomach, as she leaned down and kissed his supple lips. She wanted to explain to him that her feelings on the matter were unchanged, but couldn’t form the words at that moment. All she wanted to do was take him inside and show him physically how much she loved and needed him. She kissed him then, her heart striking against her chest. Their kiss became almost too intense, but not enough at the same time.
Kayden pulled away, “We have to talk, Lana,” he breathed heavily.
“Not right now, please. I don’t want to think about anything. Not your mother, not Kim, nothing.”
She kissed him again and claimed his lips as hers, and he didn’t resist. Instinctively, he backed into the front door, reached for the knob, and turned it. Kayden stepped inside, and Lana used her hand to push the door closed behind them. She could feel his excitement against her stomach as his tongue searched hers.
“Where’s your room?” he asked, once he could catch a breath.
“On the right,” she breathed as she began nibbling his neck.
She bit down on the spot, gently leaving her mark on him. Kayden made his way to the door to the right and could think of nothing other than her mouth, which was doing a sweet rhythm of sucking, licking, and nipping at his neck. He felt his body stiffen harder than he ever had before and let out a low, primal growl.
Inside the room, the cozy space revealed a queen-sized bed and nothing more. He grabbed the sides of her face and kissedher again, moving her towards the bed. His hand roamed, tracing her thigh with his free hand, slowly grabbing ahold of the round apple of her backside. It was as soft and supple as he remembered. All he wanted to do was take a bite. Lana started to pull the shirt over his head, but paused for the sling, which wasn’t there.
“Where’s your...” she began, but he kissed her mouth, stopping her.
He spoke, his lips still pressed to hers, “My shoulder is fine now, I don’t need it, but I still have to have surgery on the nerves.”
Lana shook her head, her eyes intense and deep staring into his, not wanting to talk anymore, and continued pulling the shirt over his head. Once she did away with it and tossed it across the room, Kayden pulled the thin white wife-beater off of her and exposed her hardened nipples to the air, causing them to constrict even further. He lowered his mouth to one of them, raking over it with his teeth, and she threw her head back at the agony and pleasure that it gave.
He ran his tongue from that breast to the other and repeated the same savage treatment as before. Lana untied her legs from his waist, feeling his searing, hard ridge against her body. As he slowly let her down onto the bed, she sat on the edge and her eyes flicked up to his, a grin creasing the corner of her mouth. He smiled back, knowing exactly what it meant as she began to unbuckle the leather strap of his belt, then slowly pulled the zipper of his trousers down, struggling against the bulge underneath the material.
When his pants hit the floor, her eyes admired his body and the member straining against his boxers. She pulled them down and freed it from its confinement. Lowering her mouth just a bit, she curled her tongue slowly and gently over the tip of him, and he made that growling noise again, turning her on even more.Kayden bent and kissed her lips, then slowly pushed her back on the bed. She lay back as he pulled at her frayed jean shorts and lifted her legs in the air as he pulled them over her feet.
He licked his lips lightly as he gazed at her and bent to his knees. He grabbed both of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, throwing them over his shoulders. Pulling her panties to the side, he blew onto the sensitive bud, and she shuddered. Kayden slowly kissed the inside of each thigh as he made his way closer and closer until his lips hit his intended target.
His tongue did acrobatics over the sensitive bud, causing ripples of pleasure to course through her that she’d never experienced before. He rhythmically flicked back and forth, alternating between slow and fast strokes. Kayden lightly gripped with his lips, sucking, teasing, causing her body to shake and writhe across the mattress.
It was sensory overload. Lana found herself wiggling away, but Kayden grabbed her hips, forcing her to stay in place, the euphoria making her feel weightless as if she might levitate from the bed. Her body exploded, and she cried his name, “Kayden!” He pecked kisses up her stomach as the stars cleared her eyes. The desire for him to be inside her raged as if the prior act hadn’t just happened.
Kayden stood, traced his fingertips down her thighs, then gripped her hips. In one quick flip, she was on her stomach, her knees at the very edge of the bed. He ran his hand over her smooth caramel ass and gave it a quick tap. Lana giggled, pushed herself up on her hands, and braced herself for what she knew was coming.
As she waited, panting, patient, she felt a small nibble on her cheek, followed by another smack, this one a little firmer. This caused her to moan in anticipation, the sensation something she had never experienced before. He ran a finger down the slick spot, teasing the area until she rocked backward on it.
“Please,” she cooed.
Lana felt Kayden part her legs, his hands on both hips, and in one long, smooth motion, he impaled her to the deepest he could go. Lana shrieked with pleasure as he began a slow, steady, and rhythmic grinding that brought tears of joy and pleasure to her eyes. He kept up this pummeling, reveling in the curve of her back and the way she looked over her shoulder at him.
Kayden slowed down, pulled almost all the way out, then plunged into her again. Lana clawed the bedsheets, gripping them as he did this repeatedly. She wanted more, needed more.
“Faster,” she commanded, and he growled and pulled out again.
When he plummeted into her, he leaned over into her further, his face near hers. His lips and warm breath on her ear caused another wave of explosions to ripple through her as he spoke: “Did you miss this?”
Lana growled in return, unable to find the words to express what she felt.
“So, you’re not going to answer me, baby?” Kayden panted as he increased the speed at which he moved into her, causing her breath to hitch, her eyes to roll. Lana shook her head in defiance, hoping he’d continue. If this was punishment for not answering, she wanted to be bad.
“I want you to speak, tell me if you missed this,” Kayden continued, biting her lightly on the ear.
Lana shook her head again, and he moved faster this time.
