Chapter 13
KC took her mouth again, and she melted in his arms. Moriah wanted him in a way she had never wanted any other man.
She grew bolder as they kissed and found her hands reaching out to KC, seemingly without an order from her brain.
Gripping his sculpted shoulders, she pulled him tighter against her own body.
Never had she responded to a man this strongly and quickly before.
Inhaling him, she reveled in running her hands over his solid form.
Her blood was boiling, and she felt moisture flush from her pussy.
The throbbing between her legs beat in time with her racing heart.
She couldn’t believe her body’s reaction to KC.
In the past, it had always taken plenty of foreplay for her to be even half this responsive.
Her body was ready to take him, and they were still fully clothed.
Gathering the material of her dress in his hands, he pulled it up her body and over her head, one slow, excruciating inch at a time. Normally, she would be self-conscious of a man undressing her, but all she felt with KC was heat, electricity, desire, and passion.
He tossed her dress aside, then ran his calloused hands over the soft, smooth skin of her shoulders and back, trailing down to her buttocks, which he grabbed and squeezed.
She desperately wanted his clothes and the rest of hers to disappear until there was nothing between them—skin on incredible skin.
He must have read her mind. Leaving her mouth, he nuzzled her neck at the spot just below her ear. “Undress me, sweetheart.”
Backing up half a step, he gave her room to get her hands between them so she could unbutton his shirt. This was a first for her. The guys she’d dated in the past had always undressed themselves before hopping into bed with her.
After she had finished with the last button, her hands stroked up his torso and burrowed under his shirt. How could his skin be so soft yet so hard at the same time?
God, she wanted to lick him.
Taste him.
Devour him.
She’d never felt this alive before, this empowered, and she didn’t want the feeling to end.
Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she let it drop to the floor and lowered her hands to attack his belt buckle.
All the while, KC kissed and nibbled on her shoulders and neck.
She had trouble with the buckle and couldn’t look down with his head in the way, so she had to beg him. “Please, help me.”
He didn’t stop what he was doing, but his hands went to his waist, and within seconds, he had the annoying accessory open.
Instead of undoing the button and zipper of his pants himself, he returned her hands to them so she could do it for him.
It didn’t take her long, and she shoved the khakis from his hips, revealing his black boxer briefs.
KC kicked off the pants and then quickly removed her bra and underwear.
Picking her up in his arms, he skirted the bed and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Lying beside her, he started to bestow more kisses on her body as if he were worshiping her. His mouth slowly worked its way down her neck to her shoulder and then further to the valley between her breasts.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, heating her flesh as they caressed her waist, hips, back, and legs.
He stroked her outer thigh and then torturously began a slow advance to the pulsating heat between her legs.
The torment was so intense she wasn’t sure how much she could take before begging him to touch her where she needed him the most.
His hand stopped at the crease of her hip, and simultaneously, his thumb flicked her clit as his tongue swiped her nipple, and she nearly jolted off the bed. “Oh, God!”
KC didn’t break his stride as he continued the thrilling assault on her body.
He pulled the stiff peak of her nipple with his lips and teeth before giving the same attention to its twin.
His deft fingers found her labia soaking wet as he stroked her, matching the rhythm of his mouth.
She squirmed and tried to get closer to him. She wanted him inside her . . . now!
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured into her skin. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“C . . . can’t . . . mmm . . . more! Please!”
KC smiled against her skin. “Oh, there’ll be more, my sweet. Plenty more.”
His fingers still stroking her, KC’s mouth began a painstakingly slow journey down her torso, pausing briefly to lick her navel as he shifted lower on the bed.
Kissing her hips, he settled himself between her knees and paused, staring at her wet sex.
Moriah felt embarrassed by his scrutiny.
Another first—she’d never had a man just stare at her pussy while licking his lips. “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing. You’re so beautiful.” He lifted his gaze to hers, and she blushed at the heat she saw there. He glanced back down to where his fingers continued to softly caress the curls of her pussy hair. “I knew when you blushed, you would turn pink all over. God, how I fucking love that.”
KC brought his mouth to her clit and gave it the same attention he’d laved upon her nipples. Moriah struggled for breath as her back arched off the bed, and her hands gripped the comforter. She gasped and rolled her hips, trying to get closer to his teasing mouth. “KC! You’re killing me!”
She felt him laugh against her swollen folds, the vibrations taking her higher. “No, I’m not, sweetheart. I’m pleasing you and enjoying every minute of it.”
Involuntary moans escaped her as two fingers breached the slit of her weeping vagina.
Her body instantly yielded to the invasion, and with one more swipe of his tongue over her clit, Moriah experienced another first—she climaxed for the first time in her life.
Until now, she’d thought she was incapable of having an orgasm.
She screamed her release. A bright, white light blinded her, even though her eyes were shut, as a flood of pleasure she never knew existed washed over her.
Fucking her with his fingers, KC let her ride out the violent storm, but before she fully recovered, he lowered his mouth to replace his fingers.
His stiffened tongue penetrated her as his thumb brushed over her clit, sending her over the edge of another incredible orgasm and making her quake uncontrollably.
Her response scared and elated her at the same time.
This was beyond anything she could have ever dreamed of.
This time, KC allowed her to come down from her orgasmic high.
As Maura lay breathless, he reached over and retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer.
Shoving his briefs down his legs, he kicked them off while using his teeth to rip open the small package and swiftly sheathed his throbbing dick.
Crawling up her body, he stopped to hover above her. She looked beautiful and sated, but he was far from done with her. “Open your eyes, honey.”
Her lashes lifted, exposing the blue eyes he could drown in and die a happy man.
Reaching down, he lined his cock with her slit.
She was so incredibly wet, making his entry easier.
Her hips tilted upward as he slid in and out of her, going further with each pass.
She grabbed his upper arms and dug her nails in as KC eased himself into her, filling her.
She was so tight that he worried he might be too big for her. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yesssss—” Her hiss was cut short by a gasp as his pelvis tapped her clit on an inward thrust. She shifted her hips again, pulling him further into her moist heat, and KC groaned.
Her walls were as snug as a glove, and the drag of his cock against them was killing him.
He lost all control and slammed into her.
Tucking his face in the curve of her neck, he nibbled the spot over her pulse.
He had wanted to take things slowly for her, but his body had other plans.
Quickly finding the right pace to make her moan and scream again, he pounded into her as she matched him thrust for thrust. He didn’t know how long he could hold back his own orgasm, but he desperately wanted her to come one more time.
Increasing the tempo, he felt her begin to shudder. As she climaxed again, her inner walls tightened around him. With a guttural cry, he came with such force he thought he might pass out as wave after wave of ecstasy hit him.
Resting his head against her shoulder, he tried to regain his breath, and from what he could tell, she was having the same trouble.
Reluctantly, he slowly withdrew from her and rolled to her side.
The cool air in the room felt good against his fevered body, slick with perspiration.
Not wanting to leave her, he sat up, removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it in the trash pail next to the nightstand.
Laying back down beside her, he smiled as she cuddled up to him and murmured, “So that’s what I’ve been missing. ”
A minute later, she was sound asleep in his arms.
KC awoke on his left side, spooning the woman who lay beside him, her back to his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. He pulled her closer and inhaled her scent. It was a distinct smell—female, flowers, and sex—but it was all Maura.
They had made love twice more during the night, but he still woke up hard and wanted her again. He didn’t think he would ever be satisfied even if he lived to be a hundred and had her every day.
Checking the bedside clock, he noted it was 8:00 a.m. That was the latest he’d slept since his second night in the house. As much as he wanted to wake Maura slowly and fill her again, he knew she needed some sleep. The only other thing he could think to do was run off his excess sexual energy.