I kissed her then, a deep, soul-searing claim that tasted like salt and surrender. It started sweet, a celebration of the life we’d just created, but the gravity of the moment shifted quickly. The adrenaline of the news fused with the raw, unchecked passion that had always defined us.
I slid my hand down the curve of her back, pulling her flush against me until there wasn't a whisper of air between our bodies. The lounger creaked as I shifted my weight, pinning her gently against the cushions. Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her legs winding around my waist with a hunger that told me she was done talking, too.
"Michael," she whispered against my lips.
"I've got you," I breathed, my mouth moving to the sensitive line of her throat. "I’ve got all of you."
I lunged for her again, wasting no time to bend over her body and kiss her lips. My hand swept behind her long, dark locks, cradling her head as I kissed her fiercely, passionately, with all the pent-up desire from having to behave all morning. Kayla met me with equal fervor, all-too-pleased with the effect she had on me. I somehow worked my way onto the lounger with her, moving almost seamlessly so that I could hover above her while we kissed. I gradually lowered myself, my erection straining against the thin fabric of my shorts, and I could feel the heat of her pussy with my cock as I came to rest my pelvis where it was perfectly aligned with hers.
Now settled between her thighs, I paused. I looked deeply into her eyes, one hand stroking down her cheek while my other arm supported my weight.
“You are so beautiful. So goddamn sexy.” I kissed her lips, slowly tugging her bottom lips between my teeth as I pulled away. I lowered my lips to her ear. “How many times do you want me to make you come?”
She gently squeezed my thighs that rested between her own. “Six,” she said decidedly. “And then once more after that.” Kayla grinned as she leveled her challenge.
“Are you sure?” I asked skeptically. “You’ve already come twice today.”
“That you know of,” she countered.
I shook my head, chuckling at her response. “That I know of.”
She placed her palm on my cheek and smiled.
When my lips returned to hers, my kisses were no longer feverish, but lingering and sensual. All the anticipation had clouded my head, but I was reminded that I’d need to pace myself to make this worthwhile.
Kayla’s fingers snaked through my hair, her nails lightly scratching my scalp. Her other hand had traveled down my back, squeezing my ass and pressing my body into hers. My erection felt even more pronounced against her now, and she moaned softly. Her want for me was undeniable, and she rocked her hips into mine.
I started to move down her body, laying kisses over bare skin and skin that was covered by her swimsuit. My hands caressed her through the fabric, bunching it in my hands, then smoothing it back out as I stroked my fingers over her. I lowered my lips to her breast, placing a soft kiss over her before laying my mouth over her nipple, sucking on her, then pulling gently at the peaked skin with my teeth. A light moan escaped her lips, and I repeated my moves. Then I flicked my tongue back and forth over the tip, placing my open mouth over her once more as I continued to suck on her.
I kissed down her body, and moved my legs outside of hers as I rocked back on my heels, dragging my hands across her soft curves until I reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms. I looked into her eyes, seeing how intently she had been watching me, and held her gaze as I tugged at one string and then the other. My fingers gradually peeled the delicate fabric away from her sun-kissed skin. I smoothed my hands over her, my palms soon finding their way to cradle and squeeze her ample bosom.
Kayla ran her hands over my abs and shoulders, enjoying the feel of my rippled muscles under her fingertips. I tossed the rest of the layers out of the way, and rocked forward onto my hands and knees, planting my palms on either side of her shoulders, then leaned down to kiss her.
My kisses trailed down her neck and across her chest, stopping to lay worship over each of her bare breasts before reaching the smooth, toned skin of her abdomen. I slid down her body,kissing and caressing her until I reached the crease of her thigh. I gently parted her legs, then took a moment to admire her from this viewpoint. The glorious sight of her pussy, ready and waiting for my touch.
I lightly traced my fingers around her entrance, spreading her arousal across her skin. I lowered myself and looped my arms under her thighs, finally ready to taste her. Using the flat of my tongue to lick across her pussy, I started a steady rhythm, swirling my tongue around her clit. I dipped my tongue into her, lapping up her sweet taste, before replacing my tongue at her entrance with one finger, then two. And then, as my fingers moved in and out of her, my mouth covered her clit once more.
Kayla luxuriated in his touch, in every wonderful sensation I created that made her whole body feel like it was buzzing. She had been propped up on her elbows, enjoying watching me as I worshiped her, but as she eventually reclined all the way back, her eyes shut and her head lolled to the side while she thought of nothing but the pleasure she felt.
This was perfect. The mother of my child. My children.
With me worshipping at the altar of her body.
Heat started to spread across my body, and her walls fluttered around my fingers. She let out a soft, low moan and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she felt her climax build, like a storm rolling through her body. I could feel her getting close and reached my free hand for her breasts, laying my hand over hers to thread our fingers together. I felt her start to shake and carried her through her release as she cried out.
“Ohhhh. Oh, yes!” she panted, then caught her breath. “Oh, yes,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kayla swiped her forearm across her brow, then reached for me between her thighs. She brought my face to hers and captured my lips in a passionate kiss.
“You’re so good at that. You know that?” she asked, holding me close, her forehead pressed against mine.
“I’m glad you think so. You’re very… responsive,” I said, swiping my thumb over her swollen clit.
She shivered.
“I’d like to see what else you respond to.” My eyes searched hers, and found her to be hanging on my every word, waiting for what I’d say next. “I want to fuck you with your toy.”
My fingers were still inside her, slowly stroking her, pumping in and out of her sweet, tight pussy, and it was almost hard for her to focus on anything other than the blissful feeling that remained from her orgasm. Kayla’s brow creased.
