I let out a strangled sound of agreement.
His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and sucking, determined to give me another hickey beside the one he provided the day before, continuing to mark me as his. Frantic lips trail down my collarbone, leaving kisses along the way. Reaching my breasts, he connects with my hard nipple, tongue tracing over it, bringing a gasp out of me. One hand plays with the breast his tongue is not focusing on, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. He backs away just enough to murmur, “Told you I was good with my mouth.”
He sucks my breast, teeth nibbling lightly at the skin around the point, as my fingers lace through his hair, holding his head to my chest.Fucking hell. Yes, he did tell me that, and he is correct.
“You know,” I say, breathless, “you’re the one who hasn’t had sex in hundreds of years. I should be taking care of you.”
He looks up at me with devilish eyes. “Ah, butthisis what I have been dreaming of, so you are taking care of me. You’re letting me touch you. Kiss you. Taste you.”
With that, he kneels, his mouth trailing down my stomach and pausing to kiss the anti-possession tattoo at my hip. Myheart sings as I realize it doesn’t hurt him. And it never will again. The way he smiles into those kisses indicates he’s thinking the same thing.
“Should I get a matching one?” he asks.
“You put your name on the list. Why would you?”
“So you don’t have to be the only one with this ugly tattoo.”
I chuckle. “Sure. I dare you to get it on your ass.”
“Gladly.”
He hums in satisfaction as he reaches my underwear. His tongue traces over the thin, silky fabric, making me squirm. He looks up at me pleadingly. “Can I?”
“Please,” I beg.
His thumbs hook under the sides of my underwear, and he pulls them down my legs. I step out of them before he tosses them to the side.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I do as he asks, widening my stance so his head can fit between my legs.
“Good girl.” He kisses at my inner thighs, trailing upward before his mouth connects with my aching pussy, tongue tracing it as his hands move upward, gripping my ass. His mouth lands on my clit, tongue making small, deliberate flicks. My fingers lock in his hair, pulling hard as he sends a shock wave through me. His tongue grazes lightly over me, and I’m panting, the lightest of touch working wonders. Mouth moving purposefully with slow, full kisses on my clit, Kit picks one of my legs up to throw over his shoulder then pulls me more firmly to his mouth.
A bolt shoots through me, making my nails dig into his scalp. “Yes. Right there,” I whine, my other hand grabbing hold of the pantry knob to keep myself steady.
“Fuck,” he swears into me. He drops a hand from my ass to wrap around his cock, pumping slowly as he keeps his mouth focused.
My tongue wets my lips as I watch him touch himself, so turned on by what he is doing for me. I like watching him. His licks quicken, bringing me closer to the brink. My legs are shaking so much that Kit’s hand grips my thigh tighter, keeping me standing.
The orgasm explodes out of me, causing me to cry out loudly and unashamedly as I pitch forward, bent over where he kneels. Kit removes my leg from his shoulder, kissing the inside of my thigh, my clit too sensitive for his touch.
“So good,” he murmurs, so quiet I can hardly hear him over the sound of my panting. He stands and swoops me into his arms, bringing a surprised shriek out of me.
“Kit!”
He carries me into the living room, laying me down on the carpet and snatching a pillow from the couch to put under my head. Then another to put under my hips. As he’s kneeling over me, I just can’t wait.
“Can I?”
He nods.
My hand wraps around his hard cock, hot and throbbing under my touch, giving it one rough stroke that makes him whimper. I bite down hard on my lower lip as my thumb glides through a bead of precum.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks lowly.
Shit. My hand keeps moving on him. “I don’t. Sorry. I should have picked some up yesterday.”
Kit shakes his head. “That’s okay.Fuck, baby. Your hand.” He finds his words again after a moment. “I’m clear. Tested, I think, three or so months before I died and wasn’t with anyone after that.”
