The instant we’re back home, Killian’s on me. He barely bothers to lock the door before he’s picking me up and walking me over to the bed.
His mouth’s sealed over mine as he kisses me deeply andmakes it known what’s on his mind. I quickly give in, melting into him, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.
We drop to the bed between kisses and tugging at each other’s clothes. He’s slid me under him, crouched over me like a predator that’s brought his game back to his den and now he’s about to dig in. The hunger in his eyes matches this vibe.
He starts his descent down my body, kissing me as he goes.
“Your turn,” he growls.
A small bolt of panic strikes. I squirm in place, hands landing on his shoulders. “Killian… you don’t… I don’t…”
He pauses and then rises back up for a kiss on the lips. “Hey, look at me. There’s nothing to panic about. This is supposed to feel good, alright?”
“I just… I guess… I’m not used to…”
“Stray, with me, youwillbe. There’s nothing I love more than a pussy in my face.”
That off-the-wall comment is enough to shatter the bubble of panic. A laugh tumbles out of me as I lay back and relax.
I let Killian continue.
He kisses his way down my body, caressing me at the same time. He presses his lips to my bare stomach and then drags them down to my hipbone and then even lower to the layer of fat known as the mons pubis.
As he’s gone lower, he’s tugged my jeans and panties down along with him. Soon he’s pulling both off altogether, and I’m completely exposed.
I close my eyes and will myself to relax. Focus on how good Killian’s kisses feel. How his mouth grows closer to my pussy with every kiss and elicits a shock of excitement in my veins.
My hang-ups from my time with Fedorov don’t belong in the present.
Killian wants to pleasure me; I need to let him.
I cry out when he’s settled between my thighs and swiped at my pussy with his tongue. It’s sudden and warm and feels like a light ticklish pleasure I didn’t know I’d enjoy.
My fingers twist in the sheets, and within seconds, the good overrides the bad known as my panic.
Killian successfully distracts me with his tongue. It circles my clit then flicks away, making it throb harder.
“Oh… that feels… so good…” I moan softly. It comes out almost like a sigh.
I can feel Killian’s grin against my pussy. He says nothing as he continues, lapping away at my pussy as if dining on a meal too delicious to pass up.
Pleasure coils tighter in my core, hot and tingly and quick to spread elsewhere.
Every stroke of his tongue brings me closer.
My head tips up toward the ceiling as the rest of my body arches, and I squeeze my thighs against his head.
The intensity is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A different kind of pleasurable sensation than when his dick is buried deep inside me.
His mouth and tongue on my pussy make me feel like I’m melting. I’m gradually sinking into the pleasure versus the chaotic explosion his dick often gives.
But it’s just as good—in some ways, so relaxing and blissful, I feelworshipped.
The orgasm crashes into me and wipes me out. A gasp rushes out of my lungs as my eyes roll back and a tremor rocks my body.
For a second or two, I forget where I am. The bed I’m lying in doesn’t register and neither do any of my other surroundings.
The pleasure’s too intense, too instant.
