She laughs, covering her face as I lower my mouth to her again and listen, feasting on her until I’m completely out of my mind and she’s bucking her hips and muttering profanities.
“Oh my God, Royce, just like that.”
It’s my name that almost does me in. A woman like Kinsley Dane moaning for me, callingmyname, is beyond anything I ever imagined it would be.
It’s enough to make me lose focus—to makeherlose focus—and I have to fight back every single piece of me that wants to go faster and harder andreallyshow her what I can do.
But I don’t because it’s about her.
And I can be patient.
AndGod,is it worth it.
Not a minute later, I’m rewarded for my efforts when she comes hard, thrashing against my sheets, as I try to prolong each wave of pleasure that crashes over her.
It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, my tongue gentling as I lap up her release. It’s intoxicating and I’d live right here if she’d let me.
“Enough.” She laughs, tugging on my hair as she props herself up on one elbow. “Everything is sensitive.”
“I liked it.”
“You followed directions very well.”
I preen under her praise.
“So, I’m allowed to do it again?”
“Yes, but first,” she hums, maneuvering me onto my back as she straddles my hips, “ask me for what you want.”
“I want to be in your mouth.”
“Close,” she teases, shimmying down my body before settling between my legs and cupping my balls in her hand. “I want the words, Roy.” Leaning down, she blows hot air over the head of my cock. It jumps and I let out a strangled cry. “IpromiseI’ll like it.”
Holy hell.
“Suck my cock, Kins. I…I want you to suck my cock.”
Her expression is wicked, her eyes never leaving mine, like the calm before the storm. “Good…fucking…boy.”
11
ROYCE
It’s easy to block out the outside world when a beautiful woman is wrapped around you—and Kinsley had beenallover me.
We’d spent the better part of the next few days naked in and out of bed. My apartment had seen a lot of action, and I’d learned a hell of a lot about pleasuring a woman.
I’d learned a hell of a lot about pleasuring Kinsley.
I’d gotten off, sure, but she’d made me feel things—awakened things—and created a connection so powerful, sointense,that it was hard to reconcile that this thing between us was temporary.
But thingsaretemporary, and I’d been reminded of that this morning as all my searches for Kinsley’s ex had turned up empty. I’d found him rotting away on a beach in Florida, the guy no worse for wear with plenty of company without having to try very hard.
I’ve got to be missing something.
The emails and texts had been more frequent the days we’d been busy—busy being naked—only lessening when she returned to her normal schedule and made a couple of scheduled appearances with some of her teammates.
The timing didn’t make sense, and I couldn’t figure out why.
