“Mmm,” I moan when Neil’s lips collapse over mine, bringing me firmly into his embrace.
He lifts me, pulling my legs around his waist, and carries us over toward the kitchen, a fact I only become aware of when my bottom touches the cool countertop. I moan both from the cold granite countertop and the feeling of Neil’s fingers racing up the inside of my thigh. He spreads my legs apart prior to reaching for the edges of the thong underwear I’m wearing.
Before I can catch my breath, he yanks at my panties, causing them to tear. I gasp but couldn’t care less about the now useless undergarment. Instead, I cup Neil’s face in my hands, pulling him to me for another one of his soul-touching kisses.
It felt as if the very depths of me were being tickled and played with from a mere kiss. Neil’s kiss does that to me every single time.
He pulls back, however, staring intensely into my eyes. His gaze burns into mine. There’s a desperation I locate within the pools of his irises that I can’t decipher.
“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he groans, his voice emanating the same agony that was present in his eyes moments earlier.
“I reminded myself that wanting you was inappropriate, that your family came to my facility for help. Your sister was supposed to be my primary focus for any interactions between you and me. But I couldn’t stop wanting you.”
His revelation hangs in the air as he watches for my reaction.
I’ve been naked in front of him before, but nothing has felt more vulnerable than this moment right now. I’m left feeling so much emotion I can’t name it all. But there is one I can vocalize.
Confusion.
“Why?” I ask, baffled why someone like him could want me so damn much … as I wanted him, admittedly.
His lips firm into a thin line, and the lines in his forehead deepen. “Why?Why wouldn’t I? The love you have for your sister was so evident. You wore it on your sleeve, practically. I wanted a part of that.”
I have more questions, but he doesn’t give me a chance to ask them. He pushes me down by my shoulders until my back hits the countertop. Neil stretches my legs so wide it feels wanton, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed in the least. I’m so wet. I’m sure he can see the need I have for him, pooling between my legs.
A deep, guttural groan sounds out in the open kitchen before Neil dips his head and begins making a meal of my body. There’s no more thinking left for me after that. All there is is pleasure.
Neil is like a man possessed with his mouth on my core. Honestly, I can’t tell who’s enjoying this more, him or me. The sounds coming from both of our mouths rival one another. I squeeze my eyes shut, but reach with my hand, entwining my fingers with his hair, tugging. That only encourages Neil to wrap his tongue around my button and have his way with it. My body is like a fiddle, and he knows every part to touch with the precise amount of pressure to keep me rising and rising. When I think I can’t get any higher, he pushes his fingers into my sopping wetness, scraping my inner walls.
“Ohhh,” I groan. Lifting onto my elbows, I tighten my thighs and curl my toes as the orgasm rushes through me. I can’t do anything, as I’m just along for the ride, being carried out to sea by waves of ecstasy.
Neil doesn’t give me much time to come down from my initial orgasm as he pulls me off the counter. Spinning me around, so my back is to him, he bends me over the counter, forward this time. I comply, tossing my hands onto the counter and holding onto the edges for dear life.
Holding my breath, I glance back over my shoulder to see Neil sheathing himself with a condom from his wallet. Tossing the wallet and the wrapper aside, he moves in, positioning his rod directly at my opening.
I let out a gasp of air when he runs the tip of his dick around and around my core, saturating all of me and bringing another orgasm just out of reach.
“Arch your back, Desi,” he implores, pressing the palm of his hand into my lower back.
Again, my body responds to his every whim, and soon after, I feel him breaching my hole. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and an indecipherable noise escapes my lips. Neil, too, is lost in a wave of passion as a monstrous groan erupts from his mouth.
“That’s it. Bounce on my cock,” he commands when I begin moving my hips. “Tell me how good that feels, baby.”
“So goood,” I whine.
A series of incomprehensible murmuring and gibberish springs from my mouth as Neil drives us both to our orgasms. When I think I can’t possibly hold my body up any longer, we crest together, both coming simultaneously. Our pleasure builds on one another’s, and the orgasm that races through me feels neverending. My lungs constrict with a burn that is a result of me holding my breath. Only when I release it, am I able to let the orgasm go completely.
Slowly, I descend into what feels like a cloud of warmth. It takes way longer than it should for me to realize that it’s Neil carrying me to his bedroom. Not until we’re both laid in his bed, facing one another, do I feel complete once again.
Chapter 9
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he plays with the loose strands of my hair.
It’s the middle of the night, and it seems as if neither one of us wants the night to end by going to sleep. I, for one, am still taking pleasure in the tingles and sensations that flow through my body as the result of the multiple orgasms he’s blessed me with throughout the night.
“How terrible my hair’s going to look in the morning without my bonnet,” I respond with a laugh. Reaching up, I try to tame my wild curls.
He pauses the movement of his fingers. “You couldn’t look anything other than stunning,” he replies with a kiss to my forehead.
