There was that smile again. “I always make sure the channel is well-lubricated before I shove anything hard into it.”
“How so?” she asked, her words trembling.
“With careful manipulation.”
He rolled her back over and glided down her body. Together they removed her layers. With each piece undone, her skin was covered in more kisses from Kian. His slightest touch made her quiver and moan as he inspected every bit of her, tasting every part of her bare skin. Each contact only compounded her desires.
He was so much larger than she was that she felt tiny and delicate under him. Even his hands seemed larger as he cupped her breasts and his thumbs ran over her nipples.
He placed kisses on her stomach, making her jerk.
“Am I hurting you?”
“It tickles.”
“Tickles? Like makes you want to laugh?”
“Yes. Sort of.”
“Hmm,” he said and added more pressure with his touches.
Those did not tickle.
He traveled along her abdomen, his lips placing delectable kisses along her skin. The lower he traveled, the more she wiggled around, so much so that he grabbed her hips and steadied her.
"Do you not enjoy it?” he asked.
“I enjoyed. Very much.”
“Good. Because I do as well.” He started kissing her center.
Freya cried out, for she was so lost in the sensation that it felt like she was falling. He seemed to know how to touch her so that all the senses came to life, and he had her crying out in orgasm far more intently than she’d ever known.
As she came back down, she expected him to enter, to do his part, and it would be over.
Instead, Kian caressed her more.
“What are you doing? Are you not—”
“I am. But I am not sure the channel is ready.” He slipped his finger inside. She cried out. He worked his hand, bringing her up to orgasm again. This time, the fall was even harder, and she felt limp and spent.
He gave her delicate kisses all around as he climbed back up her body. And then he kissed her on the lips.
She sighed. “You’re a very proficient lover.”
He smiled. “I am not done.” He rose, and there, standing tall, was his cock, hard and ready.
Freya swallowed.
For she wasn’t sure if that would fit.
He pulled her to him, so he was between her legs. Grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it under her hips.
She held out her legs, and as he got into position, she wrapped them around his hips.
Very slowly, he entered. Careful. Meticulous.
Freya gasped.
