Chapter 30 #2
She hummed against my length with a nod, and the vibration was like electricity swimming through my body.
It was too powerful, so I fisted her hair tighter and took my cock out of her mouth.
My hands gripped her hips, and I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist in one swift motion as I kissed her desperately.
Hungrily. Kissing her was like feeding a side of me that had been hungry for most of my life, and Kennedy was the only recipe capable of taming the relentless want.
I somehow managed to find one of the windows and pushed her against it. My cock pressed against her wet, slick cunt. My whole body trembled with eagerness to fill her to the tilt. “Fuck, wait. The condom.” I was ready to let her go, but she clung to me like a koala.
“I…” She sighed, mulling over her words. “I took a test after, you know, the breakup, and I was clear. And I’m on birth control.”
My eyes met hers in shock. Was she suggesting…? Fuck. I hoped she was.
“Only if you want to, Henry. I don’t want to pressure you into anything,” she continued softly.
“I got tested at the beginning of the season, and it was clear, too. I’ve never done it without one.” I gulped, trying to hide my excitement. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
Those three little words coming from the woman who I knew didn’t trust easily were like a heavy weight pressed against my chest. Something I knew I’d treasure for the rest of my life, even if it was the last thing I did.
I was already in deep when it came to her, but something had shifted in this moment. Like she was finally leaning in, too. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it made me believe we were moving forward…together.
Hope took flight in my chest like there was no tomorrow.
All I could do was collide our mouths together, wishing my kisses were clear.
Wishing they conveyed how determined I was to make this thing between us work.
Even if I was afraid, because even though all these feelings I had been sifting through were very much real, there were dark parts of me who believed I wasn’t capable of having something good. Not with a woman as perfect as Kennedy.
Don’t dwell on it now. Stay in the fucking moment.
With my forehead resting against hers, I lifted her slightly and bottomed out inside her slowly. Our breaths hitched in sync. My body stiffened, and I shut my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper.
Take a fucking deep breath. Don’t go embarrassing yourself now.
“Henry,” Kennedy moaned as her hands caressed the muscles of my back, my forearms. Her touch was pure fire, like a brand searing into my skin. Like my body was hers to leave a mark, and she knew it. “Move. Do something, please.”
“Give me a sec, baby.” My voice was strained and lacked control. “I’m trying not to embarrass myself here.”
She huffed a laugh and stared at me with those bright fucking eyes, and that was all it took for me to settle into the moment.
Once I had a handle on my emotions and my dick, I started pumping slowly, unhurried.
It was…surreal. Her pussy was warm, and perfect and tight.
My gaze landed on where we connected, and I was ready to lose it all over again with the way her juices coated me.
“Look at that pretty cunt, taking my cock like it’s desperate for my cum.” I bit my lip to hold back the pathetic groan that wanted to escape me. Only a woman like Kennedy could make me want to be vocal and loud; it was almost too embarrassing.
Her pussy clenched at my words. “I am desperate for it. Please, keep fucking me nice and hard.” Every word she spoke was breathless, with an undeniable, raw need.
With a satisfying deep growl, I slid out of her.
Her feet met the ground, and I turned her around.
Then I bent her over and pushed her chest and face against the window.
My gaze landed on her jersey, and something possessive came over me.
I moved her hair to the side to take a good look at the way she wore the number eighteen and my last name so easily.
Thousands of people around the world wore it every day, but this…this was a moment I was going to remember for the rest of my days.
I gripped her hips and slid inside in one languid stroke, admiring how her pussy clenched around me like a vise.
I continued to thrust lazily, wanting to prolong the moment.
She met every single one of my thrusts with gasps and moans.
Those sweet symphonies were like little droplets of heaven for my ears.
Fucking her with my jersey on unlocked a fantasy I didn’t know I had, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
I needed her naked. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin.
So I fisted her jersey and took it off then unclasped her bra and pushed her tits against the window as my hands caressed her hips, her back, enjoying the soft feel of her.
I leaned forward and nipped her ear as I continued a delicious, steady pace. “You look like a dream bent over for me, letting me fuck you against this window. What would you do if people could watch, huh?”
Thankfully, the windows were tinted from the outside, and the only light that was turned on in the apartment was the one underneath our kitchen cabinets. But there was no denying the way her breath hitched, followed by a loud moan as her pussy gripped me tight at my words.
Interesting.
I let out a knowing chuckle. “You’d like that? For people to watch as I fuck this tight, pretty hole?”
“God, yes,” she moaned.
“Too bad I’m a selfish man, and I don’t share what’s fucking mine.” I didn’t care how unhinged I sounded. I didn’t give a fuck we hadn’t talked about exclusivity. I was a madman consumed by this intoxicating goddess.
She balled her hand in a fist and hit the window. “Henry, fuck.”
“What, baby?”
“That had no business sounding so hot,” she replied through a breathless laugh.
Her comment pulled a genuine smile out of me. I loved how open and unapologetic she was. I was sure it was what made sex between us so good.
Feeling bold and wrapping myself in the moment, my thumb found her clit, and I circled a few times to get my digit nice and wet. Then I moved my finger and slowly prodded her puckered hole.
She let out a hiss followed by a low, “Oh.”
“Has anyone ever taken you here, Kenny?” I rasped.
She shook her head without a word.
“Hmm.” My voice was deep and gruff. “I’d love to be the first one day,” I said as I continued to stimulate her tight hole. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she moaned, but then followed it with, “only if you let me play with yours, too.”
Fucking hell.
It was in this moment I decided I was going to marry this woman one day. Even if I had to speak it into existence and manifest the fuck out of it.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I inserted my thumb deeper as my thrusts continued to become more frantic.
Those words alone spurred me into action. I was an open guy in bed, willing to try anything. The sound of it was… Well, let’s just say there was another fantasy unlocked.
“Harder, please,” she begged.
And so I obeyed. I pounded into her deep and thoroughly as I kept playing with her ass. She looked like a dream, and I had to shut my eyes and order myself not to come.
She was close; I could tell. So I took my finger out of her tight hole and flushed her back against my chest, wrapping my hand around her throat.
My thrusts became faster and sloppier with the new position, and I loved the way I could get even deeper.
Her hand found the back of my head, and she fisted my hair, while her other hand wrapped around mine and tightened my hold around her neck.
“I’m close,” she cried out.
“Give it to me, Kenny baby. Come for me and I’ll reward you by filling you up. Can you do that for me, please?” My tone was commanding and urgent all at the same time.
She was so, so fucking close. I was eager to feel her come around me.
My free hand found her clit, and I pinched it ever so slightly, and just like that, she detonated.
Her pussy spasmed around me, and I fought the dizziness that wanted to take hold of me with how tight she felt.
Every part of my body stiffened, my lower back tingled, and with two more thrusts, my orgasm hit me with undeniable force.
I shuddered as my cock twitched inside her.
A low groan escaped my lips at the feel of her pussy milking every single drop out of me.
We were a mess of sweat and heavy breaths. Kennedy rested her forehead against the window, and I rested mine against her back.
After a few seconds, I slid out of her slowly and murmured, “Bend over, baby.” She obeyed, and the sight of her, with her ass on the air, her back arched while her pussy was painted with my seed got my dick wanting to go another round.
A bit of it was coming out of her, and something indescribably possessive came over me when I picked it up and pushed it all back in.
“You look so fucking pretty full of my cum.” I continued to lazily pump my fingers in and out of her.
She let out a low whimper. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure it stays where it belongs, Kenny baby.”
She stared at me over her shoulder. “Do you have a breeding kink?” Her tone was amused.
I blinked once, at a loss for words for a moment. “Shit.” I laughed as I slid my fingers out of her. “I think I do.”
“You think you do?” She giggled as she turned around.
“Never too late to unlock a new kink, as long as it’s with you.” I winked.
She shook her head, and before she could reply, I picked her up, pulling another giggle out of her, and cradled her in my arms as I walked us to my shower.
Once we got in, I took the head of the shower and wet her hair. Then I grabbed the brand-new shampoo, put a little bit in my hands, and lathered it.
“What’s that?” she asked through a yawn.
“Shampoo. I’m going to wash your hair.”
She sniffed then turned around with a frown. “That smells like my shampoo.”
“It is.”
“How did you—”
I leveled her with a look as I started to massage the coconutty, tropical shampoo into her scalp. “When are you gonna learn I pay attention to everything that has to do with you?”
She let out a contented groan, sagging her shoulders in relief. “I don’t know if I should be creeped out or flattered.”
I half-shrugged with a smile. “I like to be observant.”
Her eyes met mine. They looked tired, but her face beamed with contentment. “Who knew you were an acts of service kind of guy?”
“Glad to be of service,” I joked, but my laugh was forced.
My heart stammered as I wondered if she would ever find out I only wanted to be whatever she needed. She’d always been a strong, fiercely independent woman. So, how exactly could I take care of someone like that? I wasn’t sure, but these little things were the perfect steps in the right direction.
Kennedy deserved the quiet kind of love.
The kind whispered between light touches and soft kisses.
She deserved slow mornings tangled in sheets, with forehead kisses that could say more than words ever could.
She deserved someone who noticed when she was overwhelmed and was willing to step in and help before she even had to ask for it.
But Kennedy also deserved the loud kind of love.
The kind where they’d go to her favorite store with her and do a mile-long line at the coffee shop to get her favorite drink while she browsed the aisles.
The kind who saw her for who she was and reminded her to keep fighting for her dreams when she felt like giving up.
She deserved someone who remembered her favorite color was pink, and that she liked to eat her lunch with a diet soda.
The kind of person who’d feed her because she always forgot to eat when she was too busy.
She deserved the kind of person who would defend her until the end of time.
She deserved the kind of love that made her feel seen. One that was both a safe place for her to be and a force that would do just about anything to see her shine.
I rinsed her shampoo and put on the conditioner as she instructed, and as it settled in her hair for a few minutes, we continued showering in silence.
She dropped a few kisses on my pecs and my abdomen.
Every time, without fail, they made me shiver.
I dropped kisses on her cheek, her lips, her forehead.
I traced her freckles with my fingertips, following them like they were a roadmap to her.
Admiring the way the droplets of water glided against her beautiful skin.
Loving the way she stared at me with this bright fucking smile that debilitated me in the best possible way.
We rinsed her conditioner and stepped out of the shower.
I took my time to dry her and then myself, then grabbed one of my sweaters so she could put it on.
She went to her room to grab the rest of her hair products, and when she came back, she was going to step into my bathroom again to do the rest of her hair routine, but I stopped her and sat her on my bed.
“I got it. Just teach me how,” I said.
She nodded as she tucked her legs underneath her, and I got comfortable behind her and followed her instructions, sectioning her hair, applying some sort of cream that also smelled like a tropical sunny day, and brushing her curls with a detangling brush.
Right then, in the simplicity of the moment, in the quiet of the night where we enjoyed each other’s company without trying to fill the silence with small talk, I knew I was hopelessly and endlessly in love with her.
It wasn’t the fleeting kind of love, either.
No. It was the kind that lasted. She was my comfort, my place to land, and the warmth I’d been missing almost my whole life.
And I wanted—needed—to keep it. Keep her.