Chapter 21 #2
The silence of the room makes our breathing loud.
The only other sounds are the distant ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance, and the laughter outside, barely reaching us through the walls.
I watch as he drags his thumb over his thick bottom lip, the slow perusal of his eyes.
The heat gathering low in my belly deepens under his stare, and spreads to my other limbs with the itch to touch him.
The urge to pull him over me, to feel his heavy form press me into the mattress until the heat of him consumes me completely, almost suffocating me, until he’s all I can think and feel.
He brings his body closer, still caging me in place, and I reach out.
I follow the same path his thumb took across his bottom lip, making his eyes go black with lust. The tip of his tongue touches my thumb, the act sends tingles straight to my core.
I trace my hand up and over his cheek before sliding my fingers into his hair and pushing it off his face.
“You are good enough, Kane. Just as you are. Even if they can’t see it. Even if they can’t see you,” I declare, staring straight into his eyes, not wanting to scare him with my words but needing him to hear them.
I watch the words wash over him. He closes his eyes for a moment and absorbs them as a shudder starts where my fingers stroke through his hair and rolls down his body.
Some of the tension releases from his shoulders, causing them to drop from his ears.
Just as I’m about to remove my hand from his hair, he opens his eyes and grabs my hips roughly in his hands.
The heat in my stomach becomes a full inferno under the way he looks at me, lids hooded as he stares at my lips. His hands trace from my hips down to the middle of my thighs.
My legs part without a thought as he reaches the hem of my dress, only to start sliding the material up my thighs.
He looks up at me, testing to see what I’ll do.
I meet his stare and open my legs further, lifting my butt slightly to let him slide my dress up to my hips.
His eyes fall to the small scrap of black lace covering me, panties so sheer he has to see exactly how badly he’s affecting me.
He slowly licks his bottom lip, and a small “fuck” leaves his mouth.
He bends his head and starts kissing up my legs, starting at my knees and slowly making his way up, switching sides until I drop my hands from his hair and lean back against the bed with both arms behind me.
The sensation of his scruff dragging over the sensitive skin of my thighs, and the little swirl of his tongue with some of the kisses, sends shivers across my body.
The way he keeps looking up at me as he makes his ascent sends shockwaves down to my core.
“You think I’m good enough, pretty girl?” he purrs, looking up at me. He yanks the tie loose around his neck and takes it off, wrapping it slowly around his hands. The image fills my fantasies, and I can feel my pussy pulsing the longer he stares at me, the tie taut between his hands.
“Yes, I do,” I vow, my voice full of desire.
He has this way of making me tongue-tied the longer he stares.
He lays his tie next to me, moving his hands to the waistline of my underwear.
I lift a bit and let him slide them down my legs.
Gone is his slow perusal as he yanks them off and spreads my legs far enough apart for his shoulders to nestle between them.
He takes a long look before he uses his hand to stroke me, just once.
His thumb slides over my soaked core, the movement sending lightning through every nerve in my body.
“Fuck, baby. How good am I?” he begs with a sinful smirk. His face takes on a playful quality as he teasingly strokes me, never quite going where I need him most. The lack of touch to my clit makes me wetter with every stroke.
His left hand grips my thigh, the bruising force balancing the soft strokes that set my body ablaze. No other thoughts come to me in this moment, the party all but forgotten with the feel of him between my legs.
“So good. You’re so good,” I moan, my eyes closed as he finally swipes over that small bundle of nerves screaming for attention.
My head falls back, exposing my throat as he starts making slow circles over me again.
The pace is teasingly slow but firm as he remembers exactly how to draw this out.
A moan rises up my throat as my hips try to move on their own, chasing pleasure that is just barely out of reach.
“Uh-uh, pretty girl. If I need to be good, so do you,” he whimpers, pulling back and stopping my moving hips with his hands as they swallow my whole hip and stall any movement. Before I can respond, he lowers his head and takes a long lick from the bottom of my slit to the top.
“Mmm… what a good fucking girl,” he growls into my pussy. “Fuck, if this isn’t the best dessert I could have imagined.”
I moan so loud that embarrassment heats my cheeks before I lean back farther to give him better access. The soft light of the moon shines through the blinds and illuminates him in the otherwise dark room.
His tongue laps at me, moving in circles around my clit. My stomach tightens as he goes over it again. My body begs for more as one of his hands drifts farther down my thigh until it disappears. Then I feel him pressing through my slit before he slides inside.
A cry rips out of me as Kane’s pace quickens, then he adds another finger. I feel them curl up to that sweet spot that always makes me come. The pressure of his callused fingers rubbing my inner walls makes my breathing break into irregular pants. The edge of the cliff rapidly approaches.
He continues his assault on that spot he knows makes me see stars, stroking me deeper. His tongue continues to circle me, and when he sucks on my clit and lightly scrapes it with his teeth, my body coils on that bundle of nerves, and I break apart as my release finally spills over.
The feeling is never ending while his fingers continue to work me through it.
The wet sounds should be embarrassing at how loud they are in the quiet room, but I’m too blissed out to care.
When his fingers slowly slip out of me, aftershocks still course through my body, and I can only watch as he brings them to his mouth and cleans them off with his tongue, a cocky smirk on his face.
The groan he rasps out is indecent as he stares at me over his fingers.
“So, pretty girl, was I good enough then?” he quips, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as some of me drips off them, making my face heat.
I finally get him to talk to me, and somehow, I end up without my underwear, coming down from the best orgasm I’ve had in months.
“Very,” I blush, trying to get my bearings. I lower my dress so it covers me, suddenly shy. “Do you want me to, uh…” I trail off, my cheeks heating further.
He laughs and brings my face up to meet his before planting soft kisses on my lips. The tenderness he kisses me with feels too soft after the filthy way he just undid me, each lingering brush of his mouth making my heart break a little more.