I could do better for Kit. I wanted to.
“I’ll make it good for you. Whenever you’re ready,” I assured him, and some of the strain on his face eased. “I promise.”
Kit bobbed his head and attempted a crooked smile. “I know you will.”
After pecking another kiss on his lips, I reached between our legs and wrapped my fingers around his member. His girth and length were more than enough to fill my hand. He gasped and jerked but didn’t pull away while I situated my grip on his shaft.
“So perfect.” I dipped in to kiss him again. “You feel so good, Kit.”
I stroked him, thumbing over his exposed head and earning breathy moans. He clung to my waist like he was unsure what else to do, so I used my free hand to guide one of his to my erection.
“It’s okay,” I whispered while steadily working over him. “You can touch me too.”
The sudden squeeze of his long fingers around me made my breath catch. I hummed and let my head bounce through a nod.
“Like that,” I urged. “Touch me like that.”
The encouragement spurred him on, and he moved his hand slowly, sparking pleasure in my brain like fireflies glowing on and off.
I nuzzled into his neck and raked my teeth over the spot where his pulse hammered beneath his skin. We moved in unison, one on top of the other, stroking steadily faster.
“I think about this, Kit,” I told him between quickening breaths. “I think aboutyoulike this, and gods…” I groaned and rolled my hips forward. “It’s better than I imagined.”
The pace became uneven and our movements jerky while we both gasped at the air. I leaned away enough to look at Kit once more. His eyes were closed and his lower lip was firmly pinned between his teeth, trying to stifle the cry that escaped as a muffled moan when he came, filling my palm with glossy white semen.
The sensation of the hot liquid pooling in my hand sent me over the edge. My body tensed as ecstasy filled me to bursting. Kit didn’t quite catch the fluid that spurted out. Instead, it roped across his bare belly and started me giggling.
Kit’s lashes fluttered, and he looked out at me. He was still holding my member, stroking slowly while he regained himself. I couldn’t help but grin when he glanced at my closed fist, seeming to realize what had occurred.
“Perfect,” I reminded him. “You’re perfect for me, Kit.”
He glanced next at his stomach, then huffed a laugh.
“I love you,” I said, calling his attention. “You know that, don’t you?”
The mood between us sobered. If things went poorly the next day, I wanted him to have that too. My farm, my family, and my love. It was all for him.
Kit nodded. “I know.”
I smiled and bumped my forehead into his. “Good.”
We stayed like that, flushed and sweaty, for a few minutes before I drew a deep breath and swung my leg aside to clamber off him.
“Think I’m due for a wash up,” Kit said, smirking.
I was headed to the kitchen to rinse my hands, but drew up short when he added, “You could join me if you’d like.”
My heart leaped. Did he know how often I wished for that?
I spun away from the kitchen, nodding so vigorously that Kit laughed out loud. As I trotted up beside him, he slid his arm around my waist. The brush of his bare body against mine started my pulse racing all over again.
He kissed my temple, then kept his face next to my ear as he murmured, “Penny, I meant what I said. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re too precious to me, too important?—”
I stopped him with a nod, because he loved me, and he wanted the same assurance I had. So I told him.
“I know.”
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