“My mind won’t shut off.”
He hummed and tucked his face into the curve of her neck, resting his lips on her soft skin. They’d both showered when they’d gotten home to clean off the funk of a weekend on a mountain and a day spent in a hospital. Now she smelled like lemongrass, all sweet and fresh.
“You know what I heard is real good for that?”
“What’s that?”
He slipped his hand under her tank top and palmed her stomach, his pinkie brushing the band of her panties. “Orgasms.”
She breathed out a laugh and wiggled her ass against him. “Plural, huh?”
“You know me, Kenna.” He slid his hand lower until his fingers were tucked into her underwear, brushing just inside—too far away to do anything but drive them both crazy. “Always aimin’ high.”
“I don’t know if you should aim so high tonight. I’m not even sure I can come once with all this shit crowdin’ my brain.”
He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, bracing himself on his forearms. “That sounds like a challenge.”
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight that shone in through her windows. “It definitely was not.”
“Maybe it should be.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you already get your ass handed to you tonight? You really want me to stomp all over your masculinity again?”
He tucked his face into her neck, making her crane her head back. Back and forth, he brushed his lips there, licking his tongue along her skin to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
“Baby, if you think my masculinity took a dent because the girl I’m fucking crazy for knows how to take care of herself, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”
With aching slowness, he gripped the hem of her tank top and slid it up until it rested over her breasts. He blew a cold gust of air against her dusty pink nipples, smiling as they hardened under his attention.
“And if you think I won’t spend all fucking night with my tongue buried in your pussy just to make sure you come, then I haven’t been provin’ my worth to you.”
“You’ve—” She gasped as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, her fingers threading through his short hair, not so subtly pushing him lower, which he happily obliged. “You’ve been just fine in that department. I just… Tonight, I—”
She broke off on a weighty sigh when he brushed his short beard along her lower stomach and spread her legs a little wider to give him even more room. He pulled her panties down only enough to reveal all her glistening pink, then he folded her in half, pressing her knees to her chest, and licked a line straight up her center.
He didn’t know if it’d be better to tease her. Work her into a frenzy until she was out of her mind with need. Or if he shouldn’t fuck around and just do everything in his power to make her come quickly and as many times as humanly possible. His gut was telling him to go for option two, so that was exactly what he did.
He feasted on her pussy, licking his way through her folds until he could flick his tongue against her clit, sucking it into his mouth and making her gasp. His fingers flexed on her thighs as he held her down and licked her until his mouth was covered in her excitement and her moans were a near-constant cadence in the otherwise silent room.
He wanted to look up and see her face. Watch her expressions as she came undone against his mouth, but this position didn’t afford that, and he wasn’t going to do anything but keep his tongue against her pussy until she came against it.
“Hold your legs up,” he said gruffly. “Need to get my fingers in you. Gotta stretch this little pussy, don’t we?”
She moaned her response, her hands flying to hold her legs against her chest just like he asked. “Hud…”
“I know. I know how bad you need it.” He slid one finger into her tightness, groaning at how easy she took him thanks to her wetness. “I’m gonna get you there. Even if I have to spend the next week with my face right here.”
She breathed out a laugh, the action making her pussy tighten around his finger, and he groaned as he slid another deep, pumping them into her in a slow, controlled motion.
“Christ, Kenna, I need you so fucking bad,” he said, the roughness of his beard brushing against her with every word. “You’re so goddamn tight like this.”
He slipped in a third finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her breath hitch. Made her fingers tighten against her legs. Made her entire body shake with need.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, looping one arm around the backs of her knees as she brought the other to his head, trying to guide his face closer to her pussy.
He grinned and tipped his head back to dislodge her hand, catching it with his mouth and scraping his teeth against the fleshy part of her palm. “Tell me.”
