“Open your pretty eyes, baby. I want to see you.”
My eyes open, and he leans down, keeping his dick immobile inside my pussy as his dark, heated gaze inspects every inch of my face. Then he kisses me. Dusting unhurried, worshipful kisses on my mouth like time has ceased to hold any meaning. As if time is infinite—like his kisses. He hasn’t moved inside me yet, and there is something wholly reverential about being connected to him like this that has nothing to do with carnal desire. His kisses and the feel of him inside me is infinitely tender and one of the most intimate moments of my life.
“Presley, baby.” His voice is swollen with emotion as he plants soft kisses on my cheeks, staring deep into my eyes, letting me know he feels the magnitude of this moment too. “I need you to know you are everything to me.”
A single tear leaks out of the corner of my eye. My heart is an enlarged, pounding, throbbing,achingmass of emotion in my chest. An organ that now beats for him and only him. “You are everything to me too, Kent. Absolutely everything.”
“I like hearing that,” he whispers, collecting my tear with the tip of his finger. He brings his finger to his mouth, tasting my emotion. “And as much as I want to take my sweet time with you, my balls are about to explode. I need to fuck you hard and fast, baby.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.” I lift my hips, and we groan in unison. “Fuck me hard and fast, Kent. Destroy me for all other men.”
He needs no further invitation. His lips crash upon mine as he moves, driving his dick inside me before pulling back out and slamming into me again. I writhe and scream as he pounds into me with a ferociousness I adore. Angling my hips, I thrust up to meet his movements, locking my ankles behind his back.
He rocks into me, over and over, pushing his cock as far as it will go, until it feels like he’s impaling my womb, and I can’t get enough. My fingers toy with the wiry curls of hair above his dick while his fingers yank and pull on my nipples. Sweat glides down his gorgeous chest, and his abs flex and roll as he thrusts inside my body.
Little beads of sweat plaster strands of hair to my brow as Kent fucks me into the bed like a man possessed. My climax crashes over me out of nowhere, and I shout out his name as the most intense orgasm seizes control of my body.
Kent picks up his pace, fucking me even harder, and my upper body jostles, my tits jiggling, as he grips my hips, dragging my legs over his shoulders, and slams into me a couple of more times. It’s rough and raw and hot as hell.
He yells, his body tensing as he reaches his peak, and I can feel him spilling into the condom inside me as I watch the blissful, fierce look of contentment spread across his face.
Tossing the used condom on the floor, he collapses on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding his face to my chest, dotting kisses all over his dark hair. “That was amazing, Kent,” I whisper. “So damn hot.”
He grips my side, snuggling in closer to my chest. “I’ve got that dirty, dirty feeling.”
“What?” I splutter, wondering if amazing sex nukes a few brain cells.
He chuckles, lifting his head up, singing an unfamiliar song. His voice is deep and harmonious, and I’m enchanted by this man. It doesn’t take me long to connect the dots, and I grin as he serenades me in a really bad impersonation of Elvis. It’s not that he can’t sing; it’s that he doesn’t sound even remotely like The King. He falters after a few lines, slanting me a cute lopsided smile. “That’s all I can remember of that one.”
“You’ve been memorizing Elvis song lyrics?” I ask, running my hands along the corded muscle of his shoulders.
“I’m nothing if not thorough in my research,” he jokes, slanting his head to the side as his palm covers my breast.
“You’re such a dork.” I playfully shove him, and he rolls us until I’m seated strategically on top of him. His cock is already rock hard again, and my pussy floods with desire.
“Yeah,” he agrees, grabbing my hips and grinding his unsheathed dick against me. Sensation rockets through me at the feel of him just rubbing against my folds. “But I’myourdork.”
Leaning down, I plaster my chest to his and kiss him softly. “Promise?”
“For as long as you’ll have me,” he says, brushing hair back out of my face.
Forever then.I think it, but that’s not what I say. “I’m going nowhere, Kent.”
He stares into my eyes, and I get lost in the most beautiful ocean, completely hypnotized by the clear blue crystal depths peering back at me. “Move in with me,” he says with no hint of hesitation.
My eyes pop wide, and I sit up. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“We only just got back together.”
“So what?” He plays with the ends of my hair. “I want you in my life, Presley. We both have busy schedules, and we don’t live close to one another. You know it makes sense.”
For him, maybe. If I move in here, I’m facing a long commute to work each day, which is not practical. And, as much as my heart is currently doing somersaults at the idea, it’s too soon. I’m not ready to give up my independence even if there’s a part of me urging myself to throw caution to the wind. “It’s too soon, Kent,” I say, trying to let him down gently.
Disappointment flares in his eyes, but he quickly hides it. “Just think about it.” His hands land on my ass, and he kneads my ass cheeks.
“I’ll think about it, but I’m not promising anything.”
