14 #3
His hand moved slowly up over my hip and stomach to my breast. It didn’t take long until I felt him hardening again.
His fingers traced circles around my nipple slowly, teasingly, before he used his full hand to cup my breast, drawing yet another moan from me.
I was a bit surprised to realize how much I still wanted him.
He’d just given me one of the best orgasms I’d ever had, but the need for him was still there.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Kennedy,” he whispered against my ear, his voice low and rough as his hand continued its slow worship of my body, making every nerve hum to life again.
I looked back at him over my shoulder, and he leaned forward to press his mouth to mine. The kiss started off soft and slow, but sensual and almost a bit dirty with the taste of each other’s orgasms on our lips. We took our time, caressing and reigniting the intense need we had for each other.
Nash’s tongue swept into my mouth just as his fingers slid between my thighs, grazing my swollen center, feeling how absolutely soaked I was for him all over again. His hips began to move slowly, deliberately grinding against me while his thick finger rubbed the sensitive nub.
“I want to take you like this, Kennedy, can I?” he murmured.
“Uh, yeah . . .”
“I’ll be gentle, baby,” he said, recognizing my hesitation about how deep the penetration would be in that position. “I’d never hurt you.”
“I know that, Nash.”
I knew he’d never intentionally hurt me. But he was a very large, powerful man—easily double my weight and more than a foot taller. I pushed those thoughts away. Nash had always been protective of me, and I knew I could trust him, regardless of whether I had control of the situation or not.
He kissed my shoulder before letting go long enough to reach for a condom. A moment later, he was back behind me, his mouth finding mine as he guided my leg over his. Rubbing himself slowly over me, he coated himself in my arousal.
“Ready for me, baby?” he panted.
“Yes.”
He gripped my hip as he slowly pushed himself inside me. I whimpered as my body stretched to accommodate him.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” Nash hissed in my ear.
I could only gasp, too overstimulated to form a thought.
“You okay, babe?” he asked, pausing just enough to wait for my answer.
“Y-yes.”
He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder before he began to move again. His thrusts were slower, giving me time to adjust to him from this angle. When a moan slipped from my lips, his rhythm shifted, each stroke driving a little deeper.
“Oh my God, Nash!” I cried out as he hit the absolute perfect spot.
“Right here, baby?” he asked huskily, rolling his hips the same way again.
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, clutching at the arm he had wrapped around me.
The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before, so strong my toes curled. Reacting on instinct, I pressed my ass back against him, trying to take in more of him even though I knew I couldn’t. I reached a hand between us, feeling his rock-hard length as it slid in and out of me.
“Fuck, Kennedy.” He moaned, the sound ragged.
The pace picked up significantly. He began driving into me harder, an almost primal rhythm. Our panting grew louder and louder, and I was beginning to lose control.
“Nash,” I cried out, my voice breaking, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m fucking close too, baby,” he groaned, and I could tell he was holding back, waiting for me.
The pressure of his fingers increased, and I gave in to the sensation. The room began to blur and fade. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I shouted his name as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had crashed through me.
Seconds later, I felt him twitch deep inside before he groaned loudly, his release spilling into the condom as his body shuddered against mine.
After we came down from the high and our breathing leveled out, we settled into the comfort of each other’s arms. Wrapped up together, everything felt exactly as it should be. “You’re amazing, Kennedy, do you know that?” he murmured huskily.
I snuggled closer, my arm draped across his torso, and let out a soft laugh. “So are you. I had no idea sex could be this good.”
“Yeah?” He perked up, leaning back so his eyes could catch mine. “Am I the best you’ve ever had?” he asked, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.
“For sure,” I said without hesitation.
“Good,” he said with mock pride. “Let’s keep it that way.”
His mouth found mine, the kiss starting slow but quickly heating again—for the third time—when the alarm on my phone went off.
“What the hell is that?” Nash groaned.
“That, my friend, is your dinner,” I replied with a smirk.
He grumbled something about bad timing but climbed out of bed anyway. Pulling on his joggers but leaving his upper body bare, he presented a sight I was grateful to enjoy for the rest of the evening.
“May I?” I asked, holding up the T-shirt he’d dropped on the floor beside the bed.
“Of course.” His grin widened into a full smile as I pulled it over my head. The fabric was soft and smelled like him.
“Are you ready to eat?” I asked on my way to the kitchen.
“I think we just did, Kennedy,” he teased, giving me a playful slap on the butt.
“Real food!” I squealed, dashing ahead with him close behind.