Chapter 16 Kinley #2
I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her far enough away that I could kiss her. She instantly moaned. Yes! She was ready for more. And I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her.
Then a thought struck me, and I groaned. “Damn. I don’t have condoms. Do you?”
She paused. “No.”
I swear to God, that one word felt like a prison sentence.
“But I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen,” she continued. “It helps with my hormones, and I got tested recently. I’m all clean.”
My pulse sped up. “I’m clean too. I get tested regularly. So, we don’t need condoms, then.”
I was going to be inside her completely bare, and that was fucking fantastic.
I was so riled up that I got up from her armchair with her still on my lap. I put my hands under her ass, lifting her up.
“Wow. You’re so strong,” she said as she lowered her feet to the floor.
The carpet in front of the armchair was thick as far as I could tell, which gave me an idea.
“You said your favorite view is out of this window, right?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then I’ll have you right here. Turn around and get an all fours.”
She gasped but turned, and I cupped her ass with both hands.
“I fucking love your ass. Your curves are fantastic.” I was going to repeat that as often as necessary for her to believe it.
With one last squeeze of her perfect globes, I let her go, and she lowered herself onto her knees. I quickly got rid of the rest of my clothes until I was buck naked, then kneeled behind her.
“Tell me about the view,” I said.
“What?”
I moved my cock along her opening lazily. “Tell me about the view.”
“Now?”
“Kinley,” I warned.
“There are palm trees.” Her voice was shaking.
“Very good.” I wanted to see how fast I could make her lose control. “What’s between them?”
It was pitch-black outside, so I could only slightly make out the shape of the trees. Fuck, feeling her skin against my cock was something special indeed.
“Oh my God, Wyatt,” she gasped, and I knew she was already at the point where I wanted her. “Please, I want you inside me.”
“Which part of me exactly?”
“I want your cock inside me,” she whispered, and I immediately obliged. The time for teasing and taking it slow was over. I entered her all the way to the hilt. She was even wetter than I’d imagined. A guttural groan filled the room—mine or hers, I wasn’t sure.
“Wyatt!” she shouted so loudly that I was certain she’d be hoarse tomorrow.
I pulled back and then pushed in again. She made the same sound.
“You love feeling me inside you. You want to be full of me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered between moans. She was delicious like this on her knees for me, pushing her ass into my pelvis on every thrust.
Seconds later, she took one hand off the floor and put it between her legs.
“Come for me, Kinley, right now.”
She fell apart a moment later, and I gripped her hips with both hands, pushing and pushing inside her, intensifying her orgasm.
When she came down from the cusp, her body relaxed, but only for a few seconds.
I didn’t want to give her any reprieve tonight.
I leaned slightly over her and put one hand on her clit.
She was still strumming it with her fingers.
“You had your turn. Now it’s mine. Your pussy belongs to me and me alone.”
She clenched so fucking tight at my words that I groaned in her ear at the sensation.
Eventually, she took her hand away, putting it back on the floor to support herself.
She was all mine, exactly the way I wanted her.
Before, I’d only touched her clit lightly, but now I went at it with the same rhythm I drove inside her, fast and intense.
“Oh my God, Wyatt. I’m just...”
“I know, babe. You’re going to come again, and I fucking love that.”
“I’m going to... Oh God.”
Her back went rigid, and she came even harder than before. My breath caught as pleasure gripped me mid-thrust. Fuck, this was unexpectedly potent. I pulled back and drove in again, and then I was a goner. I came while she was still climaxing and gave her all I had until I couldn’t move anymore.
She lowered her forearms onto the floor, chest heaving.
“Wyatt,” she whispered.
“Come on, gorgeous.”
I grabbed the T-shirt I’d had on under my shirt and held it at her entrance so we wouldn’t make a mess.
“I’ll do that,” she said.
“I want to clean you up,” I said as she turned around, sitting with her bare ass on the floor.
For some reason, this felt fucking perfect.
“No way. I need to clean up in the bathroom,” she insisted once I threw the shirt on the floor.
She immediately rose to her feet. I stayed put, watching her.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “You going to join me or what?”
“Yes, I will,” I replied and got up, following her through the house.
“I only have one bathroom. It’s en suite with the bedroom.”
When we entered, I looked around appreciatively. It was huge with a bathtub and a walk-in shower.
“You’ve got a really nice place here,” I said as she stepped into the shower while making a come-here motion before turning the water on.
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
“I know. I love it. It’s my happy place.”
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, and she relaxed her head back against my shoulder.
“I need more light,” I said. “I want to see your perfect body.”
She shuddered even though the water was scalding hot.
“I don’t have brighter lights in the bathroom, just at the mirror for makeup.”
I laughed. “All right.”
She rolled her shoulders and then her neck. I whirled her around without saying a word. She was like putty in my hands, not even asking why or trying to stop me. I ran my thumbs along her shoulders and then down the sides of her spine.
“Oh, this is so good.”
“How are you still so tense?” I asked, kissing one shoulder and then the other.
She was positively exquisite.
“I don’t know. I would have thought all those orgasms sorted out the tension, but—”
“By the looks of it, you need more,” I finished for her.
She pushed her ass playfully back against me and then groaned. I was semihard already. That was the effect Kinley had on me.
“Wow,” she whispered. “We truly are on the same wavelength, huh?”
I touched her pussy and groaned. “You’re still wet.”
“Nope. I am wet again, you sexy man.”
I tugged at her earlobe and then turned her around, pushing her against the tiles. I lazily rubbed my cock along her opening again. I was getting harder by the second.
“Wyatt,” she whispered. “Oh my God, you weren’t joking.”
“Not at all. Our bodies were made for each other. And I’m going to make you come again, I promise.”
She gasped in reply, and then I slid inside her.
I had no idea what would happen tomorrow, but I knew one thing for sure: Kinley was mine, and I was not nearly done exploring her or making her come.