I’d barely registeredthe sensation of cool air hitting my bare vagina before my legs were pried open. Kaynaan moved down my body, and next thing I knew, he was tongue kissing my clit. My eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head at the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was creating in my core. Only one thought ran through my mind as I fought not to levitate off the bed:Damn, his mouth is juicy.
My hands made their way to the back of his head. My hips bucked off the bed, and I thrusted my vagina further into his mouth. He responded in kind by licking, sucking, biting, and teasing me more thoroughly.
My toes curled into the plush mattress, as I acquiesced to the waves of bliss. My body hummed under the commandof Kaynaan’s attention, and my mouth followed suit—moaning and whimpering in delight. His mouth on me was like being strapped to electrodes that were programmed to send shocks throughout my body at various levels of intensity in mind-numbing increments. Just when I was sure that I was about to lose consciousness, a surge of euphoria washed over me with a ferociousness I had never experienced. The moans felt like they started in my calves and tore from my throat so loudly that I felt like they shook the bedroom walls.
“That’s right.” He climbed up my body and whispered in my ear. “Gimme my shit.”
Hell, if that was how he was coming, he could have all his shit, and mine, too. While I was busy thinking thoughts and trying to float back down to Earth, Kaynaan was sheathing himself. Then with the speed of the elite athlete he was, he nestled himself between my legs and entered me.
The stretching was immediate and glorious. All I could do was offer up a sigh of contentment.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet. So fucking good.” His voice was husky in my ear. He dropped kisses along my jawline as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
Kisses in the crook of my neck.
Kisses on the flat of my chest.
Kisses at the swell of my left breast and then the right one.
I cradled him in my arms as he plowed into me. He slowly deep-stroked me, and I felt every inch of him in my chest. Perfectly timed strokes that hesitated just long enough for me to float in pleasure for a few seconds before the next mind-blowing stroke arrived.
I lifted my hips and met every crash with a crash of my own, vocalizing my pleasure and digging my fingernails into the skin on his back. I tried to make thoughts as we connected, but my mind would only remind me of the sensations I was feeling.Tingles were happening in so many places . . . in my scalp, in my breasts, in my stomach, and in my vagina. I couldn’t even concentrate on every place that Kaynaan had me feeling good. All I could do was moan his name and throw this ass at him like he’d earned it. Because of course, he had.
He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue rubbing against mine with passion. I could not get enough of him. I pushed my head up from the pillow to deepen the kiss, even though he was already kissing me like it was our last moment on Earth.
When we broke the kiss, he moved his mouth to my ear and said one word.“Perfect.”
His hands moved under my ass, allowing him to delve even deeper. There was no way to keep myself from yelling out. From screaming out. From pushing my hips up toward him.
“I’m about to cum,” I said through no volition of my own. I had never announced anything like that in my entire life.
“Gimme my shit.” His voice was raspy as he seemed to kick into overdrive.
Within seconds, the little thunderstorm that had started to build in my stomach turned into a full scale tornado, and I was flying over the edge of self-control, experiencing the hardest orgasm ever and screaming at the top of my lungs about it.
I took off work on Monday. After spending Friday and Saturday doing all the things that homecoming had to offer, and spending Sunday morning and afternoon having raunchy sex with Kaynaan’s sexy, gorgeous ass, I was exhausted.
But Tuesday morning, I was back at it bright and early. I wanted to work on the orders from the expo and see what other business I could drum up. LoLo showed up with coffee in hand, no sooner than I’d turned my computer and printer on.
“Good morning,” she crooned, placing both of our drinks on the counter so she could give me a quick hug.
“Good morning. Thanks for bringing coffee,” I said once I released her.
“You know Tuesday is the day Dr. Jennison opens the office late.” LoLo was a dental hygienist. Her office was literally blocks from mine, so whenever she had a free moment, she stopped by.
“I’m so glad,” I assured her.
“Me, too. Because I need to hear about how this date with the sexy footballer went.”
I looked down at the floor before making eye contact with her. “Lo, your best friend is a ho.”
She burst out laughing.
“Stop laughing. I’m serious. I’ve let two men from the same team slut me out.”
“Quit trippin’.” She waved me off dismissively. “You act like you let them do it together, on some tag-team, pass around shit. Being slutted out by two professional football players, months apart, doesn’t make you a ho . . . It makes you presumably well fucked.”
I reached for my coffee and took a tentative sip, then stared at the cup suspiciously. Before I knew what was happening, my stomach churned. I felt like I was about to throw up. But just as quickly as the wave of nausea came, it died down. “Oh no,” I said, before grabbing my purse from beneath the counter and fishing out my phone.
