Chapter Eighteen
KIT
‘Are you religious?’
Her gaze flicks to my face from my cock, a cute frown forming between her brows. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Your pleas for divine intervention.’ She sends me a look that screamsreally?‘Come on and bring your divine self over here.’ I pat the bed next to where I’d dropped the condom from my wallet, my other hand still wrapped around my cock. ‘Let’s see if I can make you really see God.’ With a firm hand, I slide my hand up to my cock head, twisting it the right amount. ‘Fuck,that’s good.’
‘You like touching yourself,’ she almost whispers. Her eyes bright and avaricious as she steps closer to the bed. She’s so fucking gorgeous, all lithe legs and tanned skin. Well, apart from the bits her bikini has hidden from the sun. I want to ask if she’s been on holiday lately, but I know it’ll only bring up the question of him.
Him. The dick of her ex-boyfriend.
The prick who threw this fucking beauty away.
To the victor go the spoils, pal.
As she reaches touching distance, my unwelcome thoughts drop away, leaving just the two of us and our nakedness, desire humming in the air.
‘I like you watching me.’ I slide the pre-cum from the tip over my shaft to help with the drag. My hand moves in slow, heavy strokes as my abs tighten.
‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as erotic,’ she answers earnestly. ‘Or so large. And with, erm, accoutrements.’
My chuckle sounds more like a grunt as I tighten my grip. ‘And you a doctor.’ Itskplayfully. ‘The things I’ve seen, honey bee, would probably blow your mind.’
‘Will you tell me sometime?’
‘I’ll go one better than that. I’ll show you. If you want me to.’
Before I can say another word, she’s bent at the waist, one hand steadying herself on my thighs. The soft brush of her hair against my stomach causes my abs to tighten and flex as she lowers her mouth, surprising the shit out of me when she tongues the head of my knob, murmuring her appreciation like I’m fucking ice cream.
‘Fuck.’ The muscles in my thighs tighten, my hands making way for hers as she holds my shaft, tonguing my piercing and licking my glans and slit until my legs shake with the need to just rut.
For an encore, she presses her lips together at the tip. And it’s good. So fucking good.
‘Show, Kit. Don’t tell,’ she whispers through a wicked smile.
My arms fall away as she slides me into her hot, wet mouth.The sensation sublime. Up and down, her mouth glides, her fingers gripping and twisting at the root. For a moment, I’m inclined to just give in, to let her give me head—to come like this, shooting my load down the back of her throat. I imagine wrapping my hand in all that luxurious hair and showing her just how to make me come, but as her eyes slide up my body, the gleam of her victory shines.
It’s as though she can read my fucking thoughts.
‘Get up here, honey bee.’ Hooking my hand under her arms, I pull her off my cock, and she falls forward, the five hot points of her fingers searing the skin of my chest. I take her face in my hands, sliding my mouth over hers and using my teeth on her neck and my tongue between her lips. Not that she’s passive. No, she’s very much into this kiss, mewling and rubbing her hot, wet pussy against the hardness of my dick. That she’s kissing me after I’ve tongued her is just icing on the cake.
‘You’re so fucking delicious,’ I whisper, trying hard not to flip her over.Shove myself in.The animal in me wants to take control each time her wetness rubs me and each time she moans into my mouth. But with a wet smacking of lips and a glide of skin, we separate.
Her tongue snakes, licking her lips in a way that’s just painful to my throbbing dick. She smiles, no doubt reading my expression, ducking her head and resting it on my shoulders as though to hide her heating cheeks.
‘You’re wrong, Kit Tremaine.’ Her words are soft against my neck. ‘Wrong in so many ways.’
‘But I was right about your taste.’
She ducks lower, bringing her head farther down my chest, where it moves along with my deep chuckle. She sort of mewls, her gaze suddenly meeting mine head-on, the amber and honey in her eyes as intoxicating as her taste. Her lips are slightly parted, her tongue darting out, then she whispers, ‘Look,’ and drops her head again.
Through the curtain of her hair and the space between our bodies, is a picture-fucking-perfect image as my cock stands... framed by her slick, pink pussy.
Fuck!
If this isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen ever, then I don’t know what is. I wish I had a camera to keep this image for posterity—so I can see this image whenever I like. I want to keep—
