“You know what … let’s stop talking about thump-thump-Thumper,” I tell her.
“Make me feel good, Denver,” she says, almost pleadingly.
“Maybe we should take things slow,” I tell her. The thought pains me, but I need to show her everything the right way.
“No, I don’t want to go slow. I’ve waited so damn long, Denver. I don’t want to wait anymore. I just want it the right way.”
I love that she’s wearing a dress, like this was part of her plan all along. I love that it’s short, and I love that I have a wild imagination and think she has a sexy thong waiting for me to pull off. I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss her gently as I slip my hands up her silky, bare thighs. The moment I make contact with her panties, I confirm my assumptions. A lacy thong. She wanted me tonight. God, that feels good.
I slide her panties down her legs slowly until I reach her ankles, then toss them to the side. “First things first,” I tell her. She covers her face for a moment and I see a red blush erupt on her cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Kai.” I lift one leg and slowly kiss my way from her knee up to her thigh, letting her get used to the sensation slowly rather than all at once. Her body begins to move in small waves, urging me to continue as I place her leg down gently on my shoulder. Just as I position myself below her, Kai’s fingers make contact with my hair as she runs her hands down the back of my head. She’s perfect. I let my tongue slide down between her lips, circling and sucking gently. Her moans grow in volume, and it feels good to know I’m giving her something she’s never experienced before.
Her grip tightens in my hair and I take that as a request to give her more. I continue circling my tongue, parting her, moving inside of her until I can’t go any further. Her hands move to my shoulders, and her fingernails are piercing my skin, but it feels amazing. I hum against her, needing to release my building need. She’s crying through moans and whines, trying to fight the volume but losing the battle. I slide my hands around her perfect ass and lift her up a little higher to get a deeper reach and close my lips around her, sucking her in as I do. Her body bucks against my mouth as she continues to make sweet sounds that make my cock hard and filled with pressuring pain.
When her body relaxes and falls to the bed, her erratic breaths take over, and she’s calling my name without question or need, but rather just the desire to connect with me.
I pull myself up beside her and sweep my knuckles against her flushed cheeks. “How was that?”
“Oh my God,” she breathes. “Oh my God, Denver. Holy crap. Oh my God.”
“Wow,” I tell her.
“Yeah, wow.”
“I hope I was better than Thumper,” I whisper.
“I don’t think I need to experience Thumper now.”
She replaces her dress down over her thighs and loops her arms around my neck, pulling herself up so she can straddle me. I have no expectations, but I have a good feeling about whatever might happen next. “I need to show you what you just did to me. I know this isn’t your first time, but I want to make you believe it is.”
Holy damn.
Chapter Eighteen
Kai
I’m not coming back from that. Ever. The years I’ve spent enduring loneliness while wondering, waiting, and desiring the touch of the right man who also desires me—those years are all being erased by the blissful few minutes I just experienced with Denver. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’ve seen stuff. I’ve heard of stuff. I’ve prepared myself in case the situation was to ... um ... arise, but now I want to give him something in exchange for everything he gave me.
“I’m nervous,” I tell him. I want to act as though I have enough confidence to back up my lack of experience, but my fear of messing up and doing this wrong is overwhelming. I don’t want to be the laughing stock of this island.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says, weaving his fingers through the dangling strands of my hair.
“It’s not that. I want to do this. I want to do everything … and with you. I just don’t want to do it wrong.”
“You can’t do it wrong,” he assures me. “Just … no teeth.”
I wasn’t planning on it, but God, imagine if that just happened?
I know how to unbutton a pair of shorts. I can do that.One, two, swoop. Done.
“Look at you, unbuttoning like a pro,” he teases. I ignore his remark and continue maneuvering his shorts down his legs with a bit of his assistance.
“Crap.”
“What did I do? Did I hurt you?” I ask him.
He laughs at my questions. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I forgot I still have these damn shorts on.”
“Oh, I need to figure these cute shorts out, huh?” I slip my fingers under the waistband, noting how tight they actually are. Denver doesn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on his body, considering the lean cut he’s still sporting while his circulation is almost completely cut off. “I think I can manage.”
