Pitching forward, I silenced him with a kiss. We toppled back onto the bed with our legs tangled and our arms wrapped around each other. The heat and friction made my pulse thunder in my ears. I shifted aside, trailing kisses as I went, and reached to take Kit’s erection in my palm. Nerves tickled my insides like moth wings, making my movements jerky and my hands unsteady. Kit didn’t seem to mind as he eased against me, rubbing hands down my back and up the nape of my neck.
My mouth captured his again, and my tongue slid inside. I stroked his shaft while his hand splayed in the small of my back, pinning me to him.
I was starved with need, far more than want, and every grip and slide of my desperate fingers was met with Kit’s own hungry touches. He dragged his hands over every inch of me, driving out whines and sighs that seemed to entice him all the more.
Thumbing over his head, I found it slick with fluid, which reminded me of other necessary preparations.
I pulled away from him, prompting a grunt of protest and a swiping grab that almost lured me back. Grinning, I snagged the small ceramic crock from the table by the bed then held it aloft.
Kit squinted at it with more scrutiny than when I'd first brought it from my room. “Is that cooking oil?”
I nodded.
Removing the cork, I poured a bit of the viscous liquid into my palm, then resealed the crock and returned it to its place. Rubbing the oil across my fingers turned them slick and glossy, and Kit’s brow arched.
Heat rushed my face. “You’ll appreciate it,” I assured him. “I promise.”
He watched with marked interest as I crawled back to kneel beside him.
“You trust me?” I asked.
Kit’s lips parted to reply, but then he only gave a single, slow nod. I nodded in return and grabbed his shin, pushing one leg up, then the other, till they were both bent and spread apart.
I slid into the space between his knees, placing one hand to the middle of his chest and feeling its steady rise and fall.
I’d learned the shape of his torso, mapped it in my mind. I remembered when he’d first showed me his brand and the tattoo meant to mask it. A fresh layer of scabbed skin mangled the once beautiful bird design. I tried to keep the sorrow off my face as I gingerly brushed over it.
Kit lay still, looking up at me while I traced the grid of lines on his abdomen, then past his navel to drag along the length of his shaft.
He shivered and rolled his hips against me while emotions warred in his near-black eyes. I liked the ones I saw now: desire, need, and longing.
His gaze tore away from mine as my hand ventured farther down. When my oil-slicked fingertip grazed his rear opening, Kit sucked a sharp breath. He grabbed the hand I had pressed against his chest and wound our fingers together in a crushing squeeze.
I leaned in, touching gently, circling, and kissed him. His other arm wrapped around my waist, tethering me to him.
“I’ve got you, darling,” I whispered against his lips. “Relax.”
With a much deeper inhale, Kit nodded. I felt his muscles loosen as the tension left his body. I smiled and kissed his cheek, then pushed into him. The tight resistance slowly gave way as he sucked another breath, then exhaled it in a moan. I buried my face in his neck and closed my eyes to focus until I found that certain spot inside.
Kit’s grip became bruising on my hand, and he bucked beneath me.
“Gods, what is that?” he gasped.
I grinned and curled my finger forward and back, stroking over the spot while Kit writhed beneath me. His bare skin flushed hot as I massaged inside him andkissed him relentlessly. First his lips, then his cheek, then over to nip gently at the shell of his ear.
With my head beside his, I heard every stuttered gasp, swallow, and hum of pleasure.
My member stiffened almost painfully, and I gave Kit’s hand a squeeze before pulling free and reaching down to take hold of his erection. I’d barely grasped it when he cried out, some mix of a curse word and my name.
I bent in and trailed my lips over his bare chest. He whimpered and squirmed as I flicked my tongue across one firm nipple, then the other, still curling and uncurling my finger and now steadily stroking his member. Kit arched up against me, and I met him with a kiss, sucking his lower lip until he pulled back.
“Fuck’s sake,” he rasped. “At this rate, we'll be finished before we start.”
When I twisted my finger inside him, Kit let out a growl. He grabbed my wrist. “No more. Gods. I won't last.”
My pulse quickened. I’d never seen him this way. Never seenanyonelike this, falling out of control and into desperation for release.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
