“Do you need a reminder of how much I love you?” I asked, my breathing going shallow as he rubbed his jaw over my ear and against my cheek.
My dick was already rigid. Just his scent turned me on. Even after six months of regular sex, I still came almost the second he touched me. I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore. It was just the effect he had on my body.
He hummed low, dragging his hands down my sides, fingers delving beneath the hem of my T-shirt. I arched into the touch as he nibbled my ear while his palms explored my torso. I watchedhis hands disappear beneath the fabric in the reflection of the fish tank, taking in his bowed dark head as his tongue pushed into my ear.
My lashes swept down, and I moaned, arching farther into the touch. His fingers plucked at my nipples, and zings of pleasure made my cock jerk.
Kieran swept me into his arms and turned toward the bedroom.
“Wait,” I said, and his footsteps stalled.
I pointed to the tank where the lid was still open. After a long-suffering sigh, he carried me over, hands gripping as though I were going to ask him to put me down. I reached into the tank to grab the ball and set it aside before carefully closing the lid.
When he started to the bedroom again, I leaned up to kiss along his neck and the underside of his jaw while working open the buttons of his dress shirt.
The bedroom was cool and dim because the blinds were drawn, but he didn’t put me down immediately, just tilted his neck, offering more access.
Leaning up, I sank my teeth into the flesh, and he let out a groan. I bit hard enough to leave a mark and then sucked over the same spot.
“Lose your clothes,” he demanded, desire deepening his voice.
He put me on the bed, and I scrambled up to push the open shirt off his broad shoulders and kiss across the dark tattoo inked into his skin.
His shirt fell away, and the sound of his belt coming undone had me whimpering. Tilting down, I latched on to his pec, gliding to the center and drawing the nipple deep into my mouth. Satisfaction bloomed in my midsection, creating a heavy burning sensation.
My efforts doubled, tongue flicking over his erect nipple while I squirmed and leaked in my pants. Between us, I fumbled with my jeans, finally getting them open and pushing them down my thighs.
Kieran released my head, and I pulled back, already dazed and wanting so badly to be filled. He saw the desperation burning my face, his blue gaze dropping to my mouth. Shifting, he offered his other pec, and I dove on it, sucking until my jaw ached.
He pushed his pants down and kicked them away, and I dropped to my knees on the mattress to take his stiff cock in my palm. He let out an exhale, and I licked up the length, savoring the scent and taste.
Desperate for more, I wrapped my lips around him and slid down, gagging a little around the girth when my nose buried in his pubes.
Kieran’s long, low moan filled the bedroom, and his hips swiveled.
His enjoyment triggered my orgasm, making my vision white out and pleasure rock through me. I came so fast and hard in my pants that tears sprang to my eyes as wave after wave of bliss rode my body while he stretched out my throat.
When the orgasm ebbed, I sagged back, drool coating my chin and tears dampening my lashes. He leaned in to lick the moisture from my face, an act so intimate my dick started to twitch.
I fell back on the bed, and he peeled the jeans and sticky boxers off of me before lying beside me. It just wasn’t close enough, so I crawled on top of him, pressing our naked skin together.
“Someone is needy,” he murmured, filling his hands with my ass.
I didn’t realize how much until he touched me. Or maybe I did. After all, I did leave the store to come home.
“Please,” I whimpered, rocking against his stiff dick and pressing kisses against his chest. “It’s been too long.”
“We had sex in the shower just this morning,” he said, amusement in his voice.
“I need more.” I panted, teeth sinking into his shoulder.
Fisting my hair, he pulled my head back, my neck arching with the force of the hold. “Sit on my face.”
My tongue swiped across my lip. “W-what?”
“Get up here and sit on my face,” he growled, swatting my ass.
I crawled up his body, about to straddle his head.
