Kit shook his head. “No, Pen, I want…” He licked his lips, then swallowed, seeming to focus before he fixed his gaze on me. “I need you.”
I pulled loose of him and released his erection in one fluid motion. Kit gasped again at the loss of sensation, the sudden emptiness I intended to fill because I needed him, too.
With a fumbling grab to the bedside table, I retrieved the oil once more and poured into my cupped palm. I spread the liquid along my shaft until it was thoroughly coated.
Kit shifted on the mattress, his panted breaths evening out while I spread his legs wider still. Trying to align with his entrance, I realized quickly we needed height, too, so I dragged a pillow down from the head of the bed. I motioned for him to raise up, then tucked the pillow under him.
“Feels obscene,” Kit muttered while blush colored his cheeks.
I smiled. “I think it's beautiful.”
He was tense again, jaw clenching and hands knotted in the sheets as I situated myself between his updrawn knees.
“Breathe, darling,” I reminded him. “Let me take care of you.”
I smoothed one hand up his thigh toward his groin while putting my oil-slicked fingers to his entrance again. Massaging around the muscle, I slid one finger inside, then eased in a second.
“Penny…” Kit’s voice was a guttural sound.
He thought I was denying him still, as though I didn’t need it as much as he did.
“If it’s too much, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I said before pulling my hand free and guiding my erection into its place.
The rim of Kit’s opening cinched around my member. The overwhelming tightness and heat stole my breath. My senses sparked alive with entirely new feelings, so much more intense than the stroke of my own hand. This was all encompassing, all consuming.
My eyelids fluttered as I forced myself to push farther in, deeper than my fingers had gone. Leaning forward, I grabbed Kit's hips and thrust all the way into him.
Kit moaned, and I echoed him. He worried he wouldn't last, but I knew I wouldn't either.
“Move, Pen,” Kit urged. “Don’t stop.”
I rocked back, then forward again. The sensation flooded me with euphoria. “You feel amazing,” I whispered, surprising myself by being able to speak at all.
Somehow, we found a rhythm, plunging in and out while I pitched forward on top of him, gripping his sides while he responded in kind. His fingers skimmed across my back, dragging his nails over my skin and making me shiver.
“Is it good?” I asked, fighting the tickle of a cough building in my lungs.
Kit caught the back of my head and pulled me to him for a blistering kiss. “Wonderful, sweetheart,” he murmured.
The compliment, combined with the full-body feelings washing over me, was almost enough to drive me over the edge. I struggled to keep rhythm, biting my lip and sucking shaky breaths.
When I felt Kit's arm move, I drew back enough to watch him grab his erection and fist over it. The sight stoked the desire in my belly, and I drove harder into him, building friction and speed while tingling bliss crept up from my toes.
The tightness in my chest intensified, thinning the air and making me gasp through the final thrusts. Kit yelped a cry, and his body jerked beneath me. He clenched around my member, dragging me over the edge of ecstasy. Ropes of white coated his stomach and chest while mine filled him from the inside. He moaned as I pumped into him, and we stayed locked together, both panting and twitching while reality slowly returned.
My knees wobbled, no longer able to support me, and I sagged back, extricating myself from the vise of Kit's legs as he, too, went limp.
I stretched out beside him, tucked in close with my sweat-speckled skin brushing against his. The tightness had yet to ease in my chest, and I fought for shallow gasps. Kit rolled over to face me and cupped his hand to my warm cheek. The worry was back, bringing me down from my euphoric high.
“I’m okay.” I nodded as vigorously as I could. “Just worked up is all.”
He watched me a moment more, stroking my face while his gaze flicked from my fluttering chest to my eyes and back again. Gradually, the tension eased and I could breathe more freely, but the exertion left me weak and lightheaded.
Finally, I turned away and reached off the side of the bed for my discarded clothes. I wiped my hands, then grabbed a shirt to offer to Kit. While he wiped up the mess on his stomach, I sprawled flat on my back with a wide grin.
“I’ve never done that before,” I said between slowing breaths. “I mean, I have, but the other way around.” Pushing up on my elbows, I looked over at Kit and added, “I think I like this way better.”
Kit leaned up and combed the curtain of hair behind my ear. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his eyes were almost sleepy as he dipped in to meet me with a gentle, savoring kiss.
