Gooseflesh springs to my skin as I shake away the images, the desire to crawl into this man’s lap. I raise my eyes to his, and damn it if it isn’t like he’s sat front row to my thoughts.
The atmosphere changes like a flipped light.
‘Overcome, kitten?’ His is a dangerous sounding purr, and I can’t for sure say why. Lower in register, his tone is smooth but dark. A complex combination.Like a great espresso,I think.
‘What is the point, otherwise? Imagine it for a moment. Dark hair spilling over creamy thighs. Soft open mouthed kisses, the caress of my tongue... stroking... sucking. My fingers pressing on your stomach, the muscles tightening as you raise yourself to me, craving. Needing me deeper. Your whispered moans echoing through the room, your whispers of pleasure, though I need no encouragement. Because I want each of those noises, want to lose myself in your pleasure, feel your walls tremor with those sounds. You’re focussed. I’m focussed. There’s no space for anything else... and you didn’t let me finish.’
With this, he pushes back his chair, holding out his hand as I blink rapidly, staring up into his face.
‘The question was, would you rather be the recipient or beneficiary.’ His voice lowers to a knicker-dropping register as he adds, ‘I think a practical demonstration is in order.’
The bedroom is shadowed, though the blinds aren’t drawn, twilight’s expansion casting the room in an indigo hue. Cicadas sing from their hiding places in the gardens, scents of jasmine and ocean drifting in through the open terrace doors.
Kai stands behind me, fingers against my hips as I still by the window, staring out at the ocean. In that moment, there’s barely a ripple, its surface smooth and glass-like as it reflects the evening sky.
‘The blue hour,’ I murmur, fingers touching the blinds. Nowhere on earth has such beautiful sunsets, I think, nor such an expanse of sky.
Kai turns me in his arms, my hands rising for no other purpose than an instinct—a longing to touch him. My fingers tremble as I begin loosening the buttons at his chest. I wish they wouldn’t—wish they wouldn’t betray my need, but that would be like asking the sky to stay blue, warding off the nearing night.
‘Stop staring at me,’ I whisper, sensing his smile, feeling his gaze as though it were a tangible thing. I work from chest to waist, loosening the tiny hindrances, pulling the shirt free from his jeans until his heart beats steadily beneath my palm.
‘I can no more stop watching than I can stop wanting you.’
I bite the corners of my mouth, not wanting him to see my smile, giving in as his hand cups my jaw, knowing he can feel it there.
‘Flattery will get you everywhere.’
‘That sounds encouraging.’ He leans nearer, his words barely a breath in my ear. ‘Carte blanche?’
A quicksilver fission rolls down my spine, my heartbeat faltering. I raise my arms, lifting them around his neck, pulling him nearer as our mouths meet in a melting kiss. It’s a slow kiss, not frantic or hurried, but no less passionate. A long, breathless kiss, a kiss that, unless I’m mistaken, he plans on replicating a bit further south...
Give oral, or receive?
The words echo through my head and I make my choice, fingers at his belt, jeans pushed down his legs, shirt pulled from his back, black boxer briefs following closely behind.
His thighs tremble under my fingers as my lips touch his silken tip.
‘Kate.’
I’ll never tire of this tone, the one that borders on an actual groan, the combination of spoken words and baser, much less verbalforms of communication: part masculine growl, part sounds of plaintive pleasure. I get such a kick that I have this power over him, the power to make him lost to the rational.
And that’s why I couldn’t choose.
I move my mouth lower and hum, causing him to twitch and groan, grating out more breathless words as his hands feed into my hair.
‘God,yesss...’
I draw my lips slowly upwards, swirling my tongue around the sensitive underside of his crown, not exactly feeling like a god, but maybe a goddess. A goddess of cock.
Hear your mistress—that’s right, say my name!
So sacrilegious.
‘I’m a bad girl.’ Licking the tip, I engulf his satin head.
‘I’m not complaining.’ Kai’s body jerks, his cock pushed further down my throat.
Oops. I’d said that out loud. Murmured, anyway.
