We practically ran back to her apartment. By the time we burst through her door, we were both frantic with need.
CHAPTER 63
SYLVIE
The second we were inside my apartment, Kent’s hands were everywhere. He pressed me against the door, his mouth hot and demanding on mine as his fingers worked the zipper of my dress. I tugged at his sweater, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
We stumbled toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. By the time we reached the bed, we were both down to our underwear, our breathing ragged with need.
Kent laid me down on the mattress, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice rough. “I can’t believe I get to have you.”
“Then have me,” I whispered, reaching for him.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He shed his boxer briefs and climbed over me, his weight settling between my thighs in a way that made me ache. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his length. He was hard and hot in my palm. The groan that escaped him when I stroked him sent heat pooling low in my belly.
“Condom,” he managed, reaching for the nightstand.
I watched him roll it on with shaking hands, loving that I could affect him this much. When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, we both paused, our eyes locking.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” I breathed.
He pushed inside me slowly. The stretch was perfect, filling me completely in a way that made me gasp. When he was fully seated, he stilled, his forehead dropping to mine.
We both took a few seconds to just appreciate the moment.
He pulled back and thrust forward, setting a rhythm that had me clutching at his shoulders. It felt incredible, the slide of his body against mine, the way he hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress.
I arched beneath him, meeting his thrusts with my own movements. Our bodies found a synchronization that felt natural, like we’d been doing this for years instead of just beginning to learn each other.
“God, Sylvie,” Kent groaned, his pace increasing. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
I couldn’t form words, could only hold on as pleasure built inside me like a wave. His hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was almost too much.
“Kent,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice strained. “I want to feel you.”
A few more strokes and I was shattering, crying out his name as my orgasm crashed over me.
And then he was gone.
I gasped, blindly clawing at him.
He was up on his knees looking down at me with a dangerous smile.
“What are you doing?” I managed to ask. My body twitched with the aftermath of my orgasm.
“Just getting started,” he said. “Roll over. On your knees.”
I smiled and did as he asked, getting up on all fours. I looked at him over my shoulder and watched him as he surveyed my body from the new angle. He reached out and caressed one cheek. I felt his hand slide down my spine, a slow, deliberate touch that made me shiver. His palm was warm against my skin, possessive in a way that sent heat flooding through my body all over again.
“Perfect,” he murmured. I heard the reverence in his voice. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
His hands gripped my hips, positioning me exactly where he wanted me. I felt him press against my entrance again, teasing me with shallow movements that had me pushing back against him.
“Kent, please,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.
