‘You’re suck—’ Breath leaves his chest in a sort of strangled chuckle, his cock now in my hand. ‘Sucha bad, bad girl.’
‘I thought I was a good girl,’ I purr, licking him again.
‘You’re so good, youhaveto be bad.’
I stifle a giggle, continuing to tease the taut tip of him with a full, flat tongue. I love that he makes little sense. Revel in these lapses from his usual eloquence.
Pulling me to my feet, he simultaneously pulls my T-shirt from my shorts and begins walking backwards towards the bed.
‘Seriously unbalanced on the clothes front, kitten.’ His voice rasps between frantic kisses. ‘Love that you’re as good at giving as you are on the other end.’
‘The feeling’s mutual,’ I pant breathlessly, Kai loosening my shorts as he bends.
One knee on the floor, thumbs brushing my hipbones, he stills, staring up at me through his thick, dark lashes. My need is instant—a rush, a detonation burning against my skin.
‘I’m supposed to be giving you a practical demonstration.’
‘Were you?’ I smooth his unruly locks, the husky timbre of his voice doing nothing for my quivering insides. My voice a little shaky, too, as I add, ‘I think you were supposed to be proving me wrong.’
‘Never.’ Kissing one hipbone, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of my undies, sliding them down my legs.
Then he stands.
‘Assuming the position,’ he says, answering my confused expression.
Pulling on my hand, he moves me a little ways from the bed, stationing himself there instead, lying against the mattress with his head hanging over the edge.
‘Come here.’ He reaches for my hand, pulling me to him before I can protest.
ThisI’ve never done, stood over a man’s face... I never done itthisway.
His outstretched hand feeds between my legs, fingers curling and sweeping through the evidence of my arousal.
‘God, you’resowet.’
Somewhat balanced over him, I feel myself falter—that tone again, heightened by an almost reverence as his fingers stroke me.
‘Ohgod.’ Words fail me, my turn now to tremble and plead with the heavens above.
Hands against my hips, he pulls me towards him, parting me, his tongue quickly flicking and finding my clit. My thighs instantly feel like jelly, but I try not to dissolve or collapse on top of him. In fact, I try to wriggle away, aware as I do that my physical position leaves me not exactly uncomfortable... maybe discomforted?
You know the scenario: arse/face?
His hands tighten against my tentative struggle and he raises me almost imperceptibly—a better angle?—his breath soft between my legs.
‘Kitten,’ he growls. ‘Stop fucking about and get on my face.’
Is that an offer—an order—I can refuse?
‘That sounds so sexy—say it again.’
He pulls me roughly, my upper body surging forward, my hands either side of his thighs... and his cock almost in my face.
Never one to look a gift horse in the balls, I meanmouth,I grasp him in one hand—that piece of his anatomy that’s all satin over steel—balancing on my opposite elbow. Lowering my mouth over him, I simultaneously release one, long tremulous moan as his mouth finds me again, licking me wetly.
I’m conscious, sort of distantly, of the noiseshemakes as I suck him. Because that’s what I do. There’s little finesse as I plunge my mouth over him again and again. There’s also little thought because I no longer have the ability; his mouth and tongue almost stealing my cognizance. My own mouth and hands work almost by sloppy rote, my insides turning molten as I ride a wave of heat, a swell of slick pleasure, so seducing that I feel I’ll surely burst.
Unlike my own, his tongue and lips continue to work me expertly, exquisitely, as I arch my back, pushing into him, a desperate yearning overriding everything else.
