He takes a step back, and I think about what I want him to do next. There are so many things I want, things I crave and desire, but we only have one night, and I’m worried I might scare him off. So, I decide to play it safe.
“I want you to lie on the bed, and I’m going to sit on your face. You’re going to eat my pussy … unless you’re allergic.” I tack on the last part with a grin.
“Princess,” he drawls, “I’m going to eat that pussy, and if I am allergic, it will be a damn good way to go out.”
Ignoring the nickname he’s dubbed me with, I walk over to the bed and wait for him to lie down. Once he’s situated on his back, I crawl over to him and swing my leg over, holding on to the headboard. I’ve never done this before, so I hesitate for a second, but Kane doesn’t miss a beat. He grips the sides of my legs and pulls me onto his face.
The moment he parts my lips and his tongue swipes up my center, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, which only increases when he finds my clit and sucks on it.
My hips rock as he devours my pussy—and I mean,devours. He’d better hope he’s not allergic to pussy because if he is, based on the way he’s eating mine, he’ll be dead within minutes.
When his finger runs up my ass and circles myotherhole, I tighten in response and then reach back and knock his hand away from my ass.
“Did I say you could do that?”
He glances up at me, and I wait for him to argue or tell me I’m being ridiculous, but instead, he says, “I’m sorry. You taste so fucking good that I got carried away. Can I finger your ass?”
The thought of giving this stranger a piece of me I’ve neverwillinglygiven anyone has me shaking my head, especially since I pretty much have zero liquor running through my body, thanks to Kane making me do this sober.
“No, you can eat my pussy. You haven’t earned the right to touch my ass.”
He goes back to eating my pussy, and for the first time in a long time, an orgasm starts to build. I find myself grinding my pussy against his mouth, and it only spurs him on.
With every lick and suck and nibble to my clit, my body tightens like a coil. And when it gets to be too much, I do something I haven’t done in what feels like forever—I scream out his name as I come harder than I’ve come in God knows how long.
He doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from me. I know I need to get off his face, but my legs feel like Jell-O.
Thankfully, he waits patiently, and once I feel like I won’t fall over, I lift off him and drop onto the bed next to him.
“Good?” he asks with a knowing smirk.
“Eh, it was okay.”
“Just okay?”
He shifts so I’m lying under him, and the action is so fast that flashbacks of Anthony raping me hit me, and I hold my breath, praying Kane isn’t about to do the same. But then he shocks me when his hands come to my sides, and he … tickles me.
“Kane!” I screech because I’m beyond ticklish.
“Admit that I ate your pussy like a pro, or I’ll keep tickling you.”
“Okay,okay!” I gasp. “You did good.”
“Damn right I did,” he says, removing his hands from my hips. “So, what now?”
I sit up, and because he’s still straddling my legs, our faces are only inches apart. Up close, his whiskey eyes are even brighter with flecks of gold mixed in. His facial features are soft, and he has a boyish vibe to him, but underneath, I can see a hint of hardness trying to break through.
“You promised me two orgasms,” I remind him.
“Actually three,” he volleys.
“We’ll stick with two.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and my first thought is that I want to taste him … but more than that, I want to taste me on him.
So, I do just that.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his face toward mine and lick across the seam of his lips. He tastes like the perfect mixture of my arousal and something that is uniquely him.
