28. Unwrap Me
UNWRAP ME
K ayn
I couldn’t believe that she had been afraid of loving me when I’d been the one who had been afraid.
“You’re not quitting on me, baby. And you don’t have a reason to be afraid. I won’t say that I won’t fuck up, because I’m certain that I will. But I promise that I’ll try to figure it out as I go along, and whatever I mess up, I’ll spend that much time and more fixing it and making it right.”
Kandi leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. “You’re so sweet,” she whispered against my lips. I lifted her onto my lap, and she straddled me.
“You’re the one who tastes so sweet.”
She giggled and then requested breathlessly, “Stay.”
My hands went to her hips, and I held her tightly as she ground against me. I felt as if there was too much in the way, and I wanted nothing more than to feel her skin against mine.
“I’ll be right back,” she declared and jumped off my lap.
I groaned. I didn’t want to wait, but when she returned, I was glad she had left. Kandi sauntered toward me in nothing but a pair of red heels, a red bow wrapped around her midsection, and two gold bows on her nipples.
“Fuck.”
“Thought you might have fun unwrapping your last gift,” she explained as she stood in front of me. Our gazes met as I slowly tugged the red bow free. She caressed my face and stared lovingly into my eyes. Kandi was so perfect in every way.
“Taste me,” she invited as she tapped the bows on her nipples.
I reached out and tugged at them. They were the kind with tape on the bottom that you press onto the gift.
When I pulled them, her breasts spilled free, and she covered them.
I grabbed her hands and peeled them away.
“Don’t hide them from me. I’ve seen them before.
Never hide yourself or anything from me. ”
Kandi pushed me back onto the couch and straddled me. I lifted one breast to my lips and sucked it passionately.
“Kayn, that feels so good,” she whispered.
I moved to the other one and took my fill of it, too, while pulling the other nipple.
“You taste so good,” I replied with my teeth clenched around her nipple.
“Let me love you, Kayn. I want to service you,” she declared.
Kandi climbed off me, kneeled in front of me, unzipped my jeans, and undid my belt. I moved to unbutton my shirt, but she was quicker and pulled my fingers away.
“Let me,” she repeated.
I moved my hands and allowed her to unbutton my shirt. After I removed it and pulled off my undershirt, her fingers splayed over my chest. She traced the tattoos on my upper body and commanded, “Tell me the story of every one of these. I want to know your pain, Kayn.”
With careful detail and precision, I recounted every scar that was hidden by each tattoo and how I had earned every one of them.
She moved down to my jeans and tugged at the waistband.
I stood, and she pulled them down along with my underwear.
When they were down to my knees, Kandi kneeled once more and unlaced my boots and removed them one at a time before she moved to my socks.
When I was completely undressed, her nimble fingers massaged my calves and shins and worked their way up to my thighs. She grabbed my erection and played with it as her left hand rested on my thigh.
“Tell me about this one,” she demanded, indicating another tattoo.
“The rose and skull cover up the time that she burned me with an iron because I accidentally burned her pants she told me to iron.”
Although she said that she wanted to know my pain, I could tell that it was becoming too much for Kandi. Her eyes closed, and I saw the wetness forming on the tips of her eyelashes.
“Baby, come on,” I coaxed, trying to pull her from her knees.
“No. And this one.” Kandi tapped my other thigh.
I smirked. “That one was my doing. I jumped over a fence running from the cops in a town not far from Mistletoe Falls when I was sixteen. Doing some shit that I had no business doing. The damn fence ripped my jeans and my skin.”
“Did they catch you?”
I chuckled. “Nah. I got away. They didn’t even see the alley that I ran down because it was a bunch of us. They were busy chasing these other guys when I dipped.”
“So you got the tattoo to cover that scar?”
I nodded. “By the time I started getting the tattoos to cover the old shit, I figured I might as well cover all the shit, including my fuckups.”
She smiled softly and kissed the head of my dick.
“Why did you want to hear all that?”
Kandi brushed her fingers over my chest and then placed her hand against my heart. “Because you need someone to help you carry the pain. It’s not fair that you have to do it all on your own.”
This girl was too damn good for me, and she was making me fall deeper in love with her every moment. Kandi took my dick into her mouth, and with her gaze on me, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked me back. Slobber dripped from her mouth, and she soaked my shit up as she sucked and sucked some more.
“You’re gonna suck my damn soul outta there, baby girl.”
She winked and pulled back. “Merry Christmas to you then, Mr. Kayn.”
She resumed her action, and I sat back on the couch and spread my legs wider. Her fingers worked my balls over, and she used her tongue and lips to bring me great pleasure. When I was ready to explode, I tapped her on the head to pull her back. She shook her head and kept sucking.
“Kandi, I can’t hold on,” I gritted out.
She crooked her fingers at me in a gesture that I took to mean, “Come on.”
I wrapped my fingers in her hair and slid to the edge of the couch. Pushing up into a standing position, I forced her to shift up from the backs of her legs into a complete kneeling position. I rocked into her mouth, thrusting hard. She was making me lose my gahdamn mind.
I dug my toes into the carpet as I pumped until I shot my seed down her throat. Even when I finished, she still sucked, milking my ass dry.
“Now I gotta get hard again so I can take care of you. I wanted to be inside that pussy, baby,” I complained as she climbed onto the couch.
She spread her legs wide with her shoes still on and smiled at me as she began to play inside of her pussy.
“And you shall.”
Kandi’s mouth dropped open, and she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. Her eyes were at half-mast as she watched me, watching her pleasure herself. I grabbed my dick and tugged again. She was sexy as hell and confident with what she was doing.
Kandi closed her eyes and became lost in the moment, moaning as the sounds of her fucking her pussy grew more audible in the quiet of the living room. Her wetness suctioned her fingers deeper inside until I could take no more. I released my dick and kneeled between her legs on the couch.
Lifting her ass in the air with my hands, I made her pussy my platter, and I ate. What she served me was far better than any meal I had in the last few weeks.
Kandi shifted until she was only on her upper back with her ass and pussy in the air.
Her shoes fell off, but I didn’t care. My fingers filled her back hole while my tongue and lips took care of her front.
She swirled around on my face, dousing me with her juices as she released on my tongue and lips with a sweet, ecstatic moan.
And when I finished, I was more than ready for her again. I sat down beside her and tugged her hand. She sat up, and I spanked her on the ass. “Get ya ass on this dick, Miss Jolly.”
“Happy to oblige, Mr. Kayn.”
She slowly sank onto me, and I closed my eyes, thankful to be in the place that brought me bliss.
Connected with Kandi the way that I was wasn’t just a physical journey.
It was an emotional and spiritual connection that I had never experienced and one that I would go to hell and back to keep from severing.
I knew that I needed her in my life. However she needed to be with me, I would accept it, but in the deepest recesses of my heart, I knew this woman belonged to me forever. And as we released together with a victorious cry, I felt that we had become one on a more universal and spiritual level.
“I’m never letting you go.” I whispered against her lips before I took her tongue in my mouth. With a handful of ass and her legs straddling me on either side of my hips, I pulled her closer and confessed my love. “I love you, Kandi.”
“And I don’t plan on going anywhere, Mr. Emmanuel Kayn. Because I love you beyond measure.”