She shut him up with a kiss and he inhaled sharply, arms tightening around her almost painfully.
It felt like the beginning.
The intensity, the franticlust…
The all-consuming desperation to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck until nothing else mattered and nobody else existed.
Calloused hands moved, one down to the small of her back and the other to the back of her head, where his fingers wove themselves into her long hair.
Her mouth opened helplessly beneath his and his hungry, questing tongue responded to the invitation without a second’s hesitation. It was like nothing else she’d ever experienced. His kiss was all-consuming and Kenny luxuriated in it. She wanted to crawl into his skin, become a part of him. Surrender herself completely to him.
It should terrify her, this need to give herself up so entirely. But she couldn’t care.
He groaned, and wrenched his mouth from hers.
“Wait,” he whispered urgently, she made a high-pitched sound of protest and her mouth followed his. But to her frustration, he avoided her. “Wait a second, Kenna. I want your skin on mine!”
He frantically pushed her hoodie up over her chest, a satisfied sound rolling from him at the sight of her naked flesh beneath, dragging it up over arms and head to carelessly toss it aside on the sofa next to them.
His shirt received the same rough treatment by her hands, and they each stared at what they had revealed in a moment of silent reverence before they gave in to their all-encompassing greed.
His calloused palms sent shivers of sensation over her sensitive flesh as they seared their way from her waist up to her breasts, cupping each modest mound before squeezing gently.
A broken moan spilled from her lips as those rough palms abraded her highly sensitized nipples injustthe right way. Her own hands, which had been busily worshipping the hot, satiny flesh stretched tight over the hard ridges of his abs, went up to clamp down on his broad shoulders, as her head fell back helplessly. Her spine arched, thrusting her breasts forward, silently begging for them to be worshiped.
He happily complied, one hand dropping away to be replaced by his very talented mouth.
“Oh God,” she wailed. “Ohyes. Smith…yes.”
She was once again desperately grinding herself on his hardness, and his free hand dropped to her hip to still the wild movements.
Once he’d quietened her, his hand drifted to the loose waistband of her shorts, where he slid his palm down the front, straight to her naked, drenched pussy. She cried out when his thumb found the hard nub of her clit. He circled it delicately,mimicking the movement of his thumb on her clit with his tongue at her nipple.
Circle, flick, circle, stroke…
When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, he pinched the slippery knot of nerves between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
The simultaneous pressure on both painfully aroused points was almost unbearable. She desperately needed to come but the relentless pressure was too overwhelming, too intense to provide any release. Instead it continued to build and build, until Kenny was certain she was going to pass out.
“I can’t,” she moaned. “Smith, no more. Ican’t…”
He finally relented, releasing her poor, abused little clit, while his mouth softened around her nipple.
She breathed in relief, but her reprieve was short lived. He grinned wickedly, slid a long arm around her waist, and had her flipped onto her back before she knew what was happening.
Her shorts and panties were divested in seconds, and he pushed the leg with the broken toe up over his shoulder, while the other was draped over the back of the sofa.
“What are you doing?” she asked a little breathlessly and his grin widened.
“I should have had that sandwich because I find myself quite famished.”
“Oh.”
Smith gave Kenna another roguish smile. Making sure that her gaze remained pinned on him, he lowered his head and maintained eye contact over the slight, beautifully manicured mound of her pussy while he dipped his tongue into her well of molten honey. She moaned at the contact but he didn’t lingerthere, he dragged the cream he’d collected up over her succulent folds, toward the distended bead throbbing at the apex of her gorgeous cunt.
He laved the bright pink jewel, generously anointing it with her own luxurious spend and rewarded by her soft, helpless gasps.
Goddamned gorgeous.
