Chapter 36
Thirty Six
Kaeli
My hand reaches out and curves around his thick girth, my fingers not even meeting as they connect with his velvety soft skin.
I lather the dripping precum from his tip to the length of his cock. His fingers dig into my waist, holding onto me like his life raft.
Then it happens, the most melodious sound escapes his lips at the first stroke, cocooning me in a sense of safety and empowerment. My confidence boosts when his knees almost buckle under his weight on the following strokes as they turn faster, his precum making my movements slippery.
He groans and bites into my shoulder, and I hate that he withholds the sound of his pleasure from me, so I cease motion. Growling in frustration, he looks at me. “Why’d you stop?”
I grab his jaw and pull him closer until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from me. “Don’t you deprive me of your moans,” I demand, my lips brushing against his.
Satisfaction and wickedness glint in his eyes. “You like hearing my sounds of pleasure, Feather?” he taunts with a smirk.
“I like hearing you unravel for me, darling,” I say as I give him another stroke, catching him off guard.
His head falls back as his protruding, angry veins make an appearance, and a single drop of perspiration glides down. “Fuck, Kaeli,” he groans.
I lean forward and lick that sparkling drop of sweat as a tangy taste explodes in my mouth, making me moan.
He grabs my hair, glaring down at me as sweat starts beading on his forehead. “That mouth of yours will be the death of me, Kaeli.”
“What else did you think I am?” I snicker.
“My salvation,” he rasps in his husky voice. He lets the words hang in the air, disguised as a playful confession but hiding a truckload of meaning underneath.
My breath stutters at the possibility, but I take his words with a spoonful of salt and regard them as said in the heat of the moment. I am in control of his pleasure after all.
Ignoring the words, I continue to jerk him off, his hips bucking as he reaches closer to his climax.
“I’m close,” he grunts, egging me on to keep moving.
My thighs clench around him, seeking friction to sweeten the ache in my own pussy as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter at his pleasure.
Soon, he’s unloading all over my clothes and hands with a roar. Bringing my hand closer to my mouth, I lock my eyes with him, and stick my tongue out, swiping drops of his cum and moaning at the salty, musky taste that is so him.
The blue of his eyes dilutes to pitch black, his hungry eyes loving what he sees. He smashes his lips to mine and tastes himself on my tongue.
When he rests his forehead against mine, catching his breath, my hands roam the length of his muscled back, and that’s when I notice that he’s naked while I’m still fully clothed, and that fills me with a prideful sort of power.
Venturing south, I squeeze the globes of his perfect ass. “Mmm…squishy,” I quip.
He coughs out a surprised laugh, my own giggles joining him.
He pulls back. “Want to cross off having sex on the kitchen counter?” he asks, giving me a lopsided smile.
I arch an eyebrow at him, “Is that even a question?”
He bops my nose. “I knew you’d fit me just right.”
Later, he proceeds to take off my clothes, more like avenging his by ripping mine, and fucks me as we make a mess of the counter, our sinful voices echoing in the silent penthouse, as the smell of sex lingers in the air long after.
This man will be my downfall, that’s for sure.