“Right? We might have to start running up and down the stairs for exercise.”
“If only there was another activity we could do that would have the same results.” She tapped her chin in thought. “I think we should think it over in bed.”
“Agreed.”
She grinned, taking my hand as she backed towards the bed. “We brainstorm so well.”
“Oh, I’m gonna brainstorm you so hard it’ll blow your mind.” I scooped her up, and she squealed with laughter as we tumbled onto the covers.
I held myself above her with one of my thighs planted between her legs as we kissed. When her fingers came to the hem of my shirt, tickling my abdomen beneath, I was more than eager to oblige and helped her tug it off.
There was no hesitation or awkwardness with us. No reservations. It was the easiest whatever-this-was I had ever fallen into, and I had no plans of going back.
Kira’s fingernails trailed along my scalp and down the back of my neck before she pulled her mouth from mine.
“Can I be on top this time?” There was a hesitant look in her eyes that made me wonder if she had been toldnoto that question before.
I immediately flipped onto my back and slapped the top of my thighs. “I am so fucking ready for this.”
A belly laugh erupted from her before she moved on top of me. With a knee on either side of my waist, she settled down on me and gathered her fiery red hair to one side as she leaned in to kiss me.
My hands drifted up her smooth thighs as I got lost in the taste and smell of her.
Even though we kissed seconds earlier, this one sent a whole new rush through my system. Like a factory reset followed quickly by a system upgrade when she trailed her hands down my front. She followed every dip and edge of my chest and abdomen, like she was memorizing every inch.
My stomach dipped when her hands got lower, and goosebumps raised my skin. My jeans were too tight, and she knew it. Her kisses grew heavier, and she rolled her hips in curious, slow strokes. She straightened away from me, planting a hand on my stomach as she moved.
It was like looking at the human equivalent of the sun — a very sexy, highly aroused sun — and I was completely mesmerized.
I was the moth to her flame.
I shook my head in disbelief. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
A half smile came to her lips, right under the blush on her cheeks, before she reached for the hem of her top and peeled it off. Her bra was next, and she removed it tantalizingly slowlybefore she cast it aside. She then crawled off the bed and put on a show of wriggling free of her jeans.
I tucked my hands under my head to watch, completely dazed by the woman before me. She had curves and subtle hip dips, long legs, and skin decorated with tiny moles. I wanted to play connect the dots with my tongue and each spot on her skin.
There was a playfulness to her movements, and while I had no clue where she was taking this, I enjoyed every second of it.
Her thong was the last thing to come off until she stood naked by the bed. She didn’t join me, though, and looked over at the kitchen counter. An idea was brewing in that beautiful mind of hers.
When Kira’s attention was on me again, she began to back away from the bed, smiling as she wiggled her finger in a come-hither motion.
I immediately propped up onto my elbows, hard as a rock in my pants, while my throat bobbed. “We aren’t brainstorming in bed?”
“Eventually.” She practically purred the word as she turned and approached the kitchen, where she walked in behind the small counter area. Her body was hidden from view as she leaned on the linoleum surface. Chin in palm, waiting. “Can you brainstorm outside of the bed too?”
I couldn’t remember leaving the bed or grabbing a fistful of condoms from my nightstand drawer, but suddenly I was behind her. With her body flush against mine, I slid my hands down her sides and admired her curves.
She breathed my name like it was her lifeline and reached back to undo my fly.
I took over, unclasping the button and pushing my pants and briefs down. My cock sprung free at full attention, ready for duty.
Kira turned her head with her lips parted, and curled her hand around my shaft before guiding it to her glistening warmth. She slid the tip over her entrance several times as I watched, burning in her grasp while I held her hips firm.
The condoms on the counter, which I had hastily thrown down, were almost becoming an afterthought. Before that could happen, I grabbed one, tore it open, and rolled it on.
She arched her ass back, offering herself as I realigned myself to her and slowly edged forward.
