She looked so good in my clothes.
She murmured slightly, the sound delighted, “Hungry, are we?”
I pulled the material off, revealing lengths of milky skin, pale freckles littering her skin like a constellation, only broken by the thin black strap of her top. I kissed along the material, basking in the expensive scent of her body lotion, every inch of her a luxury.
My fingers tugged at her bottoms, Kit raising her hips a little to allow me to tug both layers off, and I let them drop to the floor. She looked up at me, almost expectantly, blue eyes tracing my every move. Her blonde hair was down, in loose waves that curved over her opposite shoulder, escapee strands across her face.
“Starved,” I answered, pushing the strands of hair back behind her ear. “And I need you to keep an eye on the pot while I do.”
Her head twisted towards the stove, as though she’d forgotten once again that it was still on. With a hand on the bottom of her chin, I moved her head back towards me. “Can you do that for me?”
She nodded silently, her gaze fixed with lust. I kissed her again, unable to keep myself from her. With my free hand, I pulled the stool across the floor so I could sit comfortably between her legs but lowered at the right height.
With my hands on the underside of her thighs, I pulled her forward, her ass right on the edge of the counter. She let out an almost giggle, the sound music to my ears.
Kit leaned back on her elbows, her head leaning to the side as she crooned, “You look so pretty between my legs.”
I grinned, my hands skimming down to the inside of her thighs, pushing them wide. “Every part of you is beautiful.” I leaned in, hands pinning her hips. “I want to watch you come undone again.”
I breathed her in before slipping my tongue along her as she leaned back further, offering up more as her hips rose up to meet me. I sank into her, savouring the taste on my tongue, watching as her head fell backwards, a cascade of blonde waves behind her.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
Every moan that left her mouth drove me further, and I worked wildly to get more.
When I pushed a finger to her entrance, her hips bucked, driving herself down, showing me how desperate she was for more. I cursed myself for not having protection in the lodge. I hadn’t been expecting company, let alone when the village shop was closed, and now, my cock hard in my pants, I was desperate to feel how tight she was, to be that close to her.
I bet she’d look like an angel on top.
Her fingers tightened in my hair as I still teased her with the tip of my finger, only just pushing it inside, keeping her right on that edge.
“Fuck you, Jonah.” Every word from her pretty mouth was strangled, a desperate plea for more.
I grinned. “Are you keeping an eye on the food?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Her head softly tilted towards the hob on the other side of the room, her eyes flickering open.
“I think—” Her words cut off as I pushed two fingers fully inside of her, pulling at the sensitive spot that drove her crazy, the one I’d discovered last night. Her back arched higher from the counter as she pulled tighter on my fingers.
She was close. I could feel it in the throbbing of her pussy, the grinding of her hips against my mouth, in her voice. “It’s fine. Keep going. Please.”
I did as she asked, grinding my mouth against her, desperate to keep her going. Watching her was every part a reward, my own desire turning wild, my dick hard against the front of my jeans, the careful grinding against the material turning my blood hot.
Seeing her so needy, so demanding for more, was everything I needed. Her hips continued to drive against me, showing me exactly where and how she wanted my mouth.
“I want to watch you come on this kitchen counter, Kit,” I murmured against her. “I want to see how loud I can get you.”
Her eyes rolled back at my words, a hand gripping the edge of the counter for support. “I’m close,” she breathed, spurring me on, every movement of her perfect body bringing me closer to losing my own control. I didn’t hesitate, giving myself over to her, mind, body, and soul.
As though my only purpose in life was her on this counter and giving her everything she needed.
I moaned against her, sucking and using my tongue to pull what I wanted from her.
She reached her release, shaking as she ground slower against my mouth, her fingers interlacing with my hair, pulling me against her, using my body. Taking what she wanted, just like I needed.
All of it grew too much. The feel of her against my mouth, rough and hard, the softness of her skin, tense muscles underneath that squeezed around my neck. The sound of her loud, aching moan was enough, chasing me off my own cliff edge.
I groaned deeply, almost collapsing onto her as I came against my briefs, a sticky wet patch growing against my groin.
