Chapter 18 #2
“Please. I have to finish this.” I nodded and she clasped her hands around the nape of my neck and pulled me down so she could lean her forehead against mine.
“No one’s ever made me feel wanted.” How that was true, I would never know.
I cocked an eyebrow, and she corrected. “Not desired. Desire is chemical. Physical. This is more. It’s bigger.
It’s…” She shook her head. “I don’t have words.
” She paused and closed her eyes. Opened them a second later.
“It’s everything.” A tiny sob, more of a hiccup, shook her shoulders. “You’re everything.”
“Kaylee.” I dusted a finger from her cheek along her jaw to her chin so I could tilt her head up and see into those big, beautiful eyes.
And I wanted her to look at me, to know what I was about to say came from deep inside my soul, from the places no one but her had ever touched.
“As long as I live, until I take that very last breath, I’m going to make sure you know I do desire you.
But more, I want you. All of you. And I need you. And I appreciate you.”
“Jesus.” She shook her head and breathed out slow through a perfect O of her lips.
Asshat that I was, my mind went straight to blow job and stayed there long enough my cock jerked.
“You have a book of perfect things to say hidden somewhere? Things written in invisible ink on your arms?” She sniffed and her eyes flooded again.
I caught a tear and flicked it away. “Smile for me.”
“You just gave me a house.” She smiled a fake, phony, overexaggerated and little scary smile.
“You. Just gave me.” She paused again then nodded.
“A house. If you want me to do handstands and click my heels like Dorothy, move out of the way, big boy. Because it’s on.
” And now she grinned the real thing. My heart thumped harder.
“You should ask for something bigger than a smile.”
When I didn’t speak, she bent as if she might give the handstand a real try, and I pulled her back up.
Her lips crashed against mine, and I tangled my fingers into her hair because I might’ve needed to hold on.
When my tongue brushed against hers, she moaned into my mouth, and my dick twitched, as hard as it had ever been or probably ever would be again for as long as I lived.
“Take me to bed, Porter.” In this house. With this woman. There was nothing I wanted more. She kissed me again and when she pulled back, I smiled.
“If you want me to stand on my head and click my heels like Dorothy, move out of the way because it’s on.” My reward was another kiss, this one deeper, more passionate, and more than I could let her keep control of.
I held her with one arm and flicked open the button of her pants with the opposite hand.
Then I untucked her shirt because I needed to see those beautiful breasts, needed to tease those pebbled nipples, needed to taste her skin.
I blazed a trail of kisses down the column of her throat to the soft spot between her shoulder and neck. Nibbling, sucking, marking her.
No way were we making it to the bedroom. There were about twelve too many steps and a hallway between us and the king-sized mattress. Later, maybe. But now, I couldn’t wait. Not another second.
I moved us toward the sofa, lowered her onto one of the cushions and used my body to nudge her backwards. She moaned, then whimpered when I stood and undressed, cried out as I knelt to tongue her nipple while I fumbled through a one-handed removal of her pants.
When she was naked, I stared. Every time I saw her, I couldn’t get over it. She was curved and beautiful, delicious in ways women weren’t usually. And I needed a taste.
I lowered my head and licked the inside of her thigh then moved so I could spread her legs and reach the treasure between. Her skin was like silk and I sucked a spot on her thigh. When she moaned and rasped out my name, I swiped my tongue up her slit. Fuck. She tasted so good.
I pushed my tongue in and out of her while she arched and twitched, tried to fuck my tongue. I switched it for two fingers and laved her clit with my attention. No way was I going to last very long, so I wanted to make sure she was satisfied, pleased, crying out my name.
Her fingers pushed into my hair and she pulled. “Please. I want your dick. Right now.”
But I had other plans. I wanted to lick her until she came apart, then I wanted to lick her some more.
I pumped my fingers in and out, swished and grazed my tongue over her flesh.
Her leg muscles stiffened, and her moans grew louder until she held my head against her, and her body flinched and bucked.
When she relaxed and let go, I continued licking her until again, she asked for my cock. “Please, Porter. Please!”
Begging was hot. I’d always been a fan, but from Kaylee it was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. Fuck. I wasn’t going to last, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be buried inside of her.
I rolled on the condom and she stood, pushed me onto the sofa then straddled my lap, slowly lowered herself onto my cock. And every slow bounce was torture, exquisite, but torture in the best fucking way.
Her breasts bobbed and I took one in my palm and skimmed my thumb over the nipple so she threw her head back. When I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place so I could lick her nipple, she squealed softly.
Best sound ever created.
My balls tightened and my cock twitched. I thrust up, once, twice, enough the sofa moved a couple inches backward, probably scratched the hardwood, but I didn’t give a fuck about more than feeling the walls of her pussy clench around my dick.
She slammed her ass down onto my lap and cried out. “Porter!”
It was enough to push me over the edge with the kind of force that created a freefall, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensation crash over me.
Fuck me. It was intense and delicious, and I wanted more of her. Everything I could get and anything she could let me have. I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t wanted her, or even consider a time when I wouldn’t. Kaylee was everything I never knew I would need.