Kailyn #2
He pours us both a glass before handing them to me and then grabbing the plates as we make our way over to the sofa where we set up and snuggle in under the soft blankets and tuck into our food.
Our conversations are fun and light, just talking about anything and everything.
It feels natural, easy to sit here and be with him, like no time has passed.
“Can I tell you something?” With our plates and glasses on the coffee table, we’re snuggled together with my legs thrown over his lap as he gently massages my calves.
“Always.”
“I was really nervous about tonight.”
“Really? How come?” I can sense the curiosity in his gaze at what I just said.
“I know we have so much history, but tonight kinda felt like a reset. I wanted it to be perfect and special, especially after everything that’s happened recently. You mean too much to me to mess this up a second time, and I want us to get it right.”
He smiles at me before pulling my legs so that I’m now straddling him, one leg on each side of his hips. Lacing my hands in his hair, I gently play with the ends as our noses brush together. “I was nervous, too. Tonight was meant to be everything we didn’t get the first time around.”
I bite my lip in nervousness at his answer before he leans in for a long, slow kiss.
His hands glide up my legs, stopping to palm my ass underneath my dress as he guides me over his obvious erection.
I sink down into him, grinding my already soaked core against him.
There’s too many layers between us, but there’s also no rush.
I’m his, and he’s mine. I get to have him all to myself tonight and every night after this.
He pulls back, his hands playing with the fabric of my underwear on my ass. “Tonight has been one of my favorite nights in a long time.”
“Me, too.” I lean in and capture his mouth with mine, grinding harder and faster into him, my hands gliding down the hem of his pants as I untuck his shirt and practically rip it off of him.
He releases me to help take it off and then I’m right back on him, our kiss becoming a heated mess of teeth and tongues.
This man is so beautiful, and I hate that I went so long without being able to stare at him or have him as mine.
He’s only gotten hotter over the years, more rugged, and I can’t stop the way my eyes trail over his features, specifically the curve of his jaw and the intensity of his eyes.
The fact that he has his ears pierced is one of the hottest things about him, and I can’t stop looking at them.
“I want you, Jake. All of you.” Taking my mouth from his, I lay out my desires for him right here. Tonight is the night that I finally give myself fully to him after so long. My nerves and insecurities are starting to creep in, but I close my eyes and remind myself that I have all of the power.
That I’m beautiful and worthy. When I open my eyes, the way that he stares at me with so much love and desire only bolsters my inner thoughts and sends a surge of confidence zipping down my spine.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush this. We can take our time if you want, baby.”
Reaching down, my hands fumble with the button and zipper of his pants, finally managing to free them after a few moments. “I’m sure that if you don’t help me get your dick out of these jeans, I’m going to take care of myself right in front of you.”
That’s all he needs to hear before he’s flipping us over, my back hitting the couch as he places himself between my legs, kissing a trail down my neck and chest. His hands grasp my sleeves, slowly pulling them down as he continues to suck and lick his way down my chest. It falls below my breasts, revealing the lace pink strapless bra I’m wearing.
I can tell the moment his gaze catches on it because he stops his movements and pulls away to stare right at me.
“Do you like what you see?” I try to infuse as much confidence into my voice as I can, but there’s a slight shake to my tone.
His gaze catches mine and there’s a hungry look in his eyes even before he says anything.
“I love everything about your body, and this lace is stunning against your skin.” He pulls away completely as his hands continue to pull the dress off my body, traveling down my stomach and legs, and I watch as my stomach pops out from the dress.
I fight back the urge to wince at my body, knowing that he sees and loves all of me.
It’s a hard mindset to unlearn, but with the way he worships and loves my body and curves, I know he sees me as beautiful, and I’m slowly starting to trust that maybe I truly am.
Once my dress is off, he sits back on his heels, looking appreciatively over my body. “You look fucking stunning right now, baby girl. Part of me can’t stop staring at you and part of me wants to rip this set off and make you scream my name.”
“You really like them?”
“I fucking love them on you. The pink looks so fucking good against your skin tone.” His hands travel up my legs slowly, causing goosebumps to form and shivers down my spine. When he reaches my pussy, his knuckles glide down, catching some of the wetness that’s soaked through the fabric.
“Someone’s already wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes, it's only ever been for you Jake.” I plead, and he surges forward, his tongue taking a long lick from my ass all the way to my clit, gently nipping at it through the fabric.
A loud moan escapes from my lips, my back arching as my pussy grinds into his tongue as he continues to lick me back and forth over the lace.