10
ROYCE
My heart is liable to beat out of my chest the second Kinsley pulls me down on top of her. Her body is toned and sexy, feminine and soft, and all I keep thinking isplease don’t let me come before she touches me.
“Roy?”
“One sec. I’m trying to do that deep breathing thing.”
She chuckles softly, and I kiss between the valley of her breasts as she threads her fingers through my hair.
“I won’t break if you touch me.”
I look up at her and find the most sure look on her face, like she has no reservations about what we’re doing. And I don’t either—it’s just overwhelming being here with her.
“You are precious, Kinsley,” I murmur, pressing a kiss right above her belly button, “and I’m just trying to savor every second of this.”
She doesn’t say anything else, just lets me kiss and lick my way down her body. Doesn’t comment when I fumble awkwardly trying to settle between her legs.
But she does press her lips together, trying to hide her smile, when I realize I have to sit up to wrestle her panties down andoff her legs. It makes me understand why you’d want to just rip them off.
Less sexy—more aggravation.
“Take your bra off,” I tell her, surprised when she complies without arguing. Her breasts are round and full with dark pink nipples that have my mouth watering.
It’s overwhelming—she’soverwhelming.
“Tell me what to do, Kins,” I beg, kneeling between her legs, my cock hard and my pulse racing.
“Kiss me, here.” Her fingertips trace over her hipbone as I lower my mouth to her skin. “And here,” she whispers as she trails an invisible path to her belly button. She keeps going, indicating her other hip, the inside of her thigh, before grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze up to hers.
She’s desperate.
Needy.
“I’ll take care of you,” I hear myself say, turning my face to kiss her palm before settling between her thighs, her knees hooked over my shoulders.
The words don’t feel like my own, but the sentiment resonates in every cell of my body. She stood up for me—protected me in a way—and now I’ll do the same with the gift spread before me.
The first lick of my tongue is gentle, her hips moving toward me like she isn’t able to restrain herself. I grin and cover her clit with my mouth, sucking and tasting her as she moans and tangles her fingers in my hair.
It’s easy getting swept up in her—in the little cries of pleasure—and I realize I like what I’m doing as much as she does.
I’m turned on because she’s turned on.
I groan against her core as she grinds against my face.
“More.”
More? Shit.
Is that harder? Faster? More was not on the list of commands we went over.
Her hand tightens in my hair, pain and pleasure a heady combination as she pulls me up to look at her. She’s flushed from her chest up her neck to her face. Her eyes are wild and her lips are parted and full andGod dammit she’s beautiful.
“More of what you’re doing. More pressure. More of everything. Small lick then big lick—just like you’ve been doing, okay?”
“More licking, got it.”
