Chapter 16
Hayes
I let my eyes roam over Kelsie’s body, taking in the exquisite canvas of her creamy soft skin. It’s like unwrapping a Christmas gift that you’ve wanted the entire year. No matter how many times I see her like this, it’s never enough.
It’ll never be enough.
“Hayes?” Kelsie murmurs as she gives me an expectant look, her teeth biting at the corner of her mouth.
I press a finger to her lips. “Patience, mon amour. I’m deciding where I want to start,” I whisper.
“Am I that big of a puzzle?”
“You’re not a puzzle. You’re more like a dessert buffet,” I state with a quirk of a smile. Then I bend down and press a chaste kiss to her lips. Slowly, I kiss and lick down her jawline and long, slender neck before I make up my mind.
Slipping off the bed, I stand up and tug her feet toward me. She gives me a curious look, but doesn’t say anything as I take her right ankle in my hand and bring it up to my shoulder. I press a kiss to the inside of her ankle and run my tongue along her calf muscle. I repeat this on her other ankle and leg. She doesn’t protest or move.
I love that about Kelsie. She’s not bashful about her sexuality or body and I love her confidence in the bedroom. I love how we both take charge, like playing a game against a worthy opponent where the ball goes back and forth between each of us.
I push her feet to the edge of the bed with her knees up, pull her hips toward me, and I drop to my knees on the floor, just as she did for me. I bite the inside of her thigh and she moans. My girl enjoys it a little rough, which is good because when I’m with her, I often lose control.
I flick my tongue over the same spot along the crease between her folds and thigh. I repeat this and her hands bunch the sheets next to her hips. It makes me smile against her skin as I kiss her neatly-trimmed patch of dark blonde hair just above her core.
Her hands fly off the covers and land on my head, gripping at my hair. “Hayes!” she growls.
“What did I say about patience, mon amour?” I chastise with the snick of my teeth.
She groans and flops back as I continue with my ministrations. Using my thumbs, I slowly separate her folds, revealing that glistening pink skin that I’ve become so intimately familiar with this past year. Every square inch of her is utter perfection, as if her body was sculpted straight from my fantasies.
I let the flat of my tongue glide over her entrance, circling it with the tip. She thrusts her hips upwards, desperately seeking more. When I finally flick over her swollen clit, she trembles underneath me with a cry. I lick down her folds and spear her entrance with my tongue.
“Yes,” she whimpers, fisting her hands tightly in my hair.
I replace my tongue with two fingers, sinking them inside her wet heat, feeling her muscles contract around them. It takes all my willpower not to slam my cock inside instead. Fuck, she feels good like this, compliant and quivering.
I double my efforts by licking and sucking her clit until her inner muscles start to spasm.
She groans when I pull my fingers free.
“I’m so close, baby,” she protests, squirming on the bed for more. “Don’t be a tease.”
“Patience,” I remind her yet again with a smile as I lean forward once more and flick her clit with my tongue. She moans as I slide my tongue lower and work it in and out of her until she’s crying out my name.
“I want that pretty pussy clenching down on my cock when you come again,” I growl against her clit as I kiss it once more.
I hear her suck in a breath. If there’s one thing Kelsie loves in the bedroom, it’s dirty talk.
“Condom?”
She points me in the direction of her nightstand drawer where I find a full pack. When I give her a quizzical look, she lifts a shoulder coyly.
“They give them out on campus like lollipops at a doctor’s office. You can never be too prepared,” she explains as I tear off a foil packet from the strip.
I rip it open with my teeth and slide it over my straining cock. She shimmies back up the mattress to make room for me as I settle between her thighs. With my cock in hand, I line up with her entrance and slowly enter her hot, wet flesh. We both release a collective sigh as inch by perfect inch, I’m fully seated inside her body.
I remain still for a moment relishing in the tight heat of her. Kelsie grunts out in exasperation and clenches around me, grabbing my ass in her palms.
“I’ve waited long enough. Hurry up and make me come before I die from lack of orgasms,” she demands with a punctuating eye roll.
Fuck, I love her smartass mouth.
I lean down and kiss her as I slowly roll my hips and begin to move, sliding my hands under her thighs. I push them forward to press them against her body, giving me leverage to sink deeper. She closes her eyes and moans.
Grabbing a pillow, I place it under her ass as we continue to kiss, knowing exactly what angle she needs. I begin to move faster and harder, and she closes her eyes as her mouth drops open in pleasure.
I take her hands in one of mine and hold them against the mattress above her head as I tilt my pelvis with a deep thrust while pressing a thumb to her clit, and that’s what propels her over the edge. Her entire body trembles beneath me, her inner muscles undulating around my dick.
“Fuck, Kels!” I scream as she calls out my name, both of us finding our release together.
I pull out after a moment and discard the used condom before pulling her against my side. She drops a kiss to the center of my chest and then lays her head down, snuggling into me.
“God, that felt good,” she sighs out.
I kiss the top of her head in reply. “We’re pretty good together.”
“Yes, we are,” she agrees and I tighten my hold on her. “I think we may have surpassed the truce.”
“Yeah, I think we’ve had a ceasefire and we’re in peacetime now, baby.”
I’m not sure what time I fell asleep last night, but it was after several rounds of fucking. Thank God I don’t have practice or training this morning.
When not making each other orgasm, Kelsie and I talked straight through into the early morning hours, sharing things about ourselves we’ve never told one another before. There’s a lot we don’t know about each other yet because of the “only three things” rule we stupidly enacted in Paris.
Based on what little she told me last night, it sounds like she might have a strained relationship with her family, but she didn’t go into much detail and I didn’t push her. She talked a lot about the time she spent with her aunt in Paris.
We fell asleep lying side by side, staring into each other’s eyes.
When I slowly wake, my eyes blinking to adjust to the bright light from the window, I notice Kelsie’s gone. What the hell?
I find my clothes, throw on my pants, and open the door to her bedroom, peering down the hallway but don’t see or hear anything.
“Kelsie?” I call out quietly, padding into the kitchen and front room before I make my way upstairs.
When I get to the attic stairs, I hear something. I walk up and turn the corner, grinning when I find her swaying her ass back and forth as she paints on a canvas. She has earbuds in and is clearly listening to music, humming along to it as she paints. I lean against the wall to watch her.
This is the true Kelsie. She is more herself here than anywhere else…well, besides the bedroom.
I step closer to look at her painting and she jumps, pulling out an earbud.
“Jesus Christ, Hayes! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” she yelps, throwing a hand in the air.
I laugh and try to get a good look at what she’s working on, but she steps in front of it. “It’s not done yet,” she protests.
I hold up my hand to cover my eyes. “Okay. I won’t look.”
She laughs and nudges me in the shoulder. I drop my hand and take in her appearance.
She’s wearing her pair of painting overalls with nothing underneath. The curve of her breast is visible against the well-worn bib. Fuck, that’s hot.
Clearing my throat—and my thoughts—I turn toward the wall and see a painting that grabs my attention. It’s a CFU logo football helmet on the field.
Kelsie follows the direction of my gaze. “Grace asked me to paint one for Killer’s birthday gift.”
“I like it. Can I commission some art?” I ask.
She glances over at me and purses her lips. “I suppose. What’d you have in mind?”
I saunter over to her and she places her brush and palette down as I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her gently.
“You…naked?” I tease with a smirk.
She smacks my chest playfully and I smile. I love when she’s like this with me, carefree and fun. I wish I could make her feel this way all the time.
“How about our trip to Nice?” I ask, being more serious.
“I can do that,” she whispers against my jaw.
“You’re really good at this.” I pause as I remember something. “Hold on. I saw something on campus a few days ago and I meant to tell you about it.” I pull my phone from my sweatpants pocket and find the link, pulling it up on the screen.
I hold it out for her to read.
“When I saw it, I immediately thought of you. You’ve probably already heard about the annual art competition for the university.”
“I don’t know, Hayes. That’s like for real art students. I…” She trails off, her eyes drifting over the nearly dozen canvases in the room.
I tilt her chin up with my finger and thumb to look at me. “You are a real artist, mon amour. You are so talented. At least consider it.”
She bites her lip and I pull it free with my thumb. “You. Are. Talented,” I state again as I search her eyes, wondering where my strong woman has gone. I feel like there’s more behind this sudden lack of self-confidence that is so out of character for her.
“Breakfast?” she asks as if sensing that I’m going to ask more questions. I cock my head to the side, considering whether to push this conversation or let it go for now.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. “I’m hungry…but not for breakfast,” I say as I nip her collarbone.
“Consider me your personal buffet,” she whispers as I carry her downstairs to my bedroom.
“Is it an all-I-can-eat buffet?”
I will never get my fill of her.