Chapter 41
forty-one
. . .
My hand absently searches the bed before I fully awake and realize I’m alone.
I sit up and stretch, adjusting my robe because my tits are fully out.
I’m sure Kit enjoyed that sight. I hastily pull on a big T-shirt and underwear.
I go for shorts, too, but decide against it. Hey, I’m trying to be sexy here.
I exit my bedroom and hear the shower running. I knock on the door and call, “Kit? Mind if I brush my teeth?”
“Come on in!” he shouts back.
As I enter through a sheet of steam, I glance at the curtain covering the shower, disappointed that I can’t actually see anything.
There’s a real live man in there. The razor I bought for him yesterday sits on the counter, with a few small hairs still lingering in it, indicating that it has been used.
I brush my teeth and am out of the bathroom quickly, heading for the kitchen.
I feed Hazel, who runs to her bowl like I haven’t fed her in a week, when in fact she was fed just last night.
I start the coffee pot and stand there waiting with my arms crossed, bouncing from one foot to the other.
My attention is stolen by the silly stick figure drawing Kit sent me with the amber blood—I hung it on my fridge.
Not to be redundant, but the man that drew me that is here. In my apartment. In his own body. In my shower. And I’m in my kitchen in a big T-shirt and nothing else. I should go put on pants. What am I thinking?
I turn around and almost smack into Kit.
His beard has been shaved clean, and he’s only wearing a towel, his chest bare and glistening.
My focus lingers. Fuck. That is a nice chest. Without thinking, I reach my hand out and touch it.
My eyes shoot upward to lock with his. He’s smirking. Of course, he is.
“Sorry,” I say, pulling my hand back.
He grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth. “Don’t be. You can touch me anywhere you want.”
My tongue wets my lips. “Good to know.”
He guides my hand down, letting it trail along his chest and down his stomach. “I wouldn’t get too used to this body as is. Not saying I won’t try to stay fit, but I’ve hardly eaten in two weeks and was working out more than healthy before I died—the stress of it all.”
“We’ll get you healthy.” I poke him then take my hand back. “It doesn’t matter what you look like, Kit. Not to me.” I focus back on the coffee maker, watching the last drips settle in the pot. My cheeks are burning red, fingers twitching. “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Pants?”
He wraps his arms around my waist, bare chest pressing to my back, head dipping down to say, “Coffee would be nice.”
My fingers wrap around the handle of the pot, but I get too distracted by Kit’s lips against my ear to pull it out of the machine. He brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses my jawline, trailing down to my throat. He inhales and mutters, “You smell like vanilla.”
I chuckle. “I think that’s you.”
“Hmm, then I smell great.”
Same old Kit. Still the person I know. I’m not sure why I expected him to be different after a good night’s sleep.
A comfortable ease spreads over me as I sink further into his embrace.
I angle my head to kiss him on the mouth, going for a light touch of the lips, but Kit twists me around to face him, coffee determined to be forgotten.
His mouth covers mine as he backs me into my pantry door, one hand sliding down to my waist.
“God, I missed your body.”
I missed his, too, even if this is the first time I’m getting the chance to know it.
His lips are like fire on mine, burning and biting as we’re trying to consume one another.
He tastes like him, already familiar in my mouth.
My hands run down his back, feeling lean muscles and soft whispers of hair.
Boldly, my hands go for the towel, unfastening it and letting it drop to the floor.
He grins into my lips as my bold hands reach for his ass, grasping tightly.
“You’ve been dying to do that,” he says into my mouth.
“Hell yeah,” I confirm, hands still squeezing his flesh.
His fingers find the hem of my shirt, so I raise my arms for him to pull it over my head, breaking our contact for a moment—a moment that is nearly too long.
I pull him back to me, nothing besides my underwear separating us now.
The desire to be completely skin to skin with him is overwhelming.
I go to pull the panties off, but Kit catches my hands.
“Patience, sweetness. We’ll get to that.
” He kisses me loosely, heavy breath exchanging between us.
“I’ve had so much time to think about what I want to do to you, and two weeks with virtually no privacy, unable to work it out on my own.
I want to take my time with you.” He kisses me.
“I want to be on my knees before you. I want to worship you.”
I let out a strangled sound of agreement.
His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and sucking, determined to give me another hickey beside the one he provided the day before, continuing to mark me as his.
Frantic lips trail down my collarbone, leaving kisses along the way.
Reaching my breasts, he connects with my hard nipple, tongue tracing over it, bringing a gasp out of me.
One hand plays with the breast his tongue is not focusing on, thumb brushing over the stiff peak.
He backs away just enough to murmur, “Told you I was good with my mouth.”
He sucks my breast, teeth nibbling lightly at the skin around the point, as my fingers lace through his hair, holding his head to my chest. Fucking hell. Yes, he did tell me that, and he is correct.
“You know,” I say, breathless, “you’re the one who hasn’t had sex in hundreds of years. I should be taking care of you.”
He looks up at me with devilish eyes. “Ah, but this is what I have been dreaming of, so you are taking care of me. You’re letting me touch you. Kiss you. Taste you.”
With that, he kneels, his mouth trailing down my stomach and pausing to kiss the anti-possession tattoo at my hip. My heart sings as I realize it doesn’t hurt him. And it never will again. The way he smiles into those kisses indicates he’s thinking the same thing.
“Should I get a matching one?” he asks.
“You put your name on the list. Why would you?”
“So you don’t have to be the only one with this ugly tattoo.”
I chuckle. “Sure. I dare you to get it on your ass.”
“Gladly.”
He hums in satisfaction as he reaches my underwear. His tongue traces over the thin, silky fabric, making me squirm. He looks up at me pleadingly. “Can I?”
“Please,” I beg.
His thumbs hook under the sides of my underwear, and he pulls them down my legs. I step out of them before he tosses them to the side.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I do as he asks, widening my stance so his head can fit between my legs.
“Good girl.” He kisses at my inner thighs, trailing upward before his mouth connects with my aching pussy, tongue tracing it as his hands move upward, gripping my ass.
His mouth lands on my clit, tongue making small, deliberate flicks.
My fingers lock in his hair, pulling hard as he sends a shock wave through me.
His tongue grazes lightly over me, and I’m panting, the lightest of touch working wonders.
Mouth moving purposefully with slow, full kisses on my clit, Kit picks one of my legs up to throw over his shoulder then pulls me more firmly to his mouth.
A bolt shoots through me, making my nails dig into his scalp. “Yes. Right there,” I whine, my other hand grabbing hold of the pantry knob to keep myself steady.
“Fuck,” he swears into me. He drops a hand from my ass to wrap around his cock, pumping slowly as he keeps his mouth focused.
My tongue wets my lips as I watch him touch himself, so turned on by what he is doing for me. I like watching him. His licks quicken, bringing me closer to the brink. My legs are shaking so much that Kit’s hand grips my thigh tighter, keeping me standing.
The orgasm explodes out of me, causing me to cry out loudly and unashamedly as I pitch forward, bent over where he kneels. Kit removes my leg from his shoulder, kissing the inside of my thigh, my clit too sensitive for his touch.
“So good,” he murmurs, so quiet I can hardly hear him over the sound of my panting. He stands and swoops me into his arms, bringing a surprised shriek out of me.
“Kit!”
He carries me into the living room, laying me down on the carpet and snatching a pillow from the couch to put under my head. Then another to put under my hips. As he’s kneeling over me, I just can’t wait.
“Can I?”
He nods.
My hand wraps around his hard cock, hot and throbbing under my touch, giving it one rough stroke that makes him whimper. I bite down hard on my lower lip as my thumb glides through a bead of precum.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks lowly.
Shit. My hand keeps moving on him. “I don’t. Sorry. I should have picked some up yesterday.”
Kit shakes his head. “That’s okay. Fuck, baby. Your hand.” He finds his words again after a moment. “I’m clear. Tested, I think, three or so months before I died and wasn’t with anyone after that.”
I bite my lip, gazing at his hard cock in my hand. “I’m clear, too, but I’m not on any birth control right now.”
His hips rock gently into me. “Well, I’ve got us covered in that sense. I had a vasectomy.”
“Are you sure it’s still…in effect? With the new body?” I slow my strokes.
“Like I said, I’m still circumcised, so I’m sure I’m also still vasectomized. But we don’t have to, if you don’t want. Fucking hell, I love your hand on me.” He grinds out, “I am happy to keep my mouth on you for the rest of the day.”
I shake my head rapidly. “It’s okay. Fuck, Kit, I need you inside of me. Now.”
“That’s a change from a month ago.”
I glare, dropping my hand away from him. “Now is not the time to be cute.”
“Oh, baby, I need that pretty cunt around my cock. Cuteness over.” He kisses me, his stiff cock pressing into my leg as I fall to my back.
“Kit,” I whine, shifting to create friction between us and pulling a groan from deep in his throat.
He grins and grabs my arms gently, bringing them above my head. “Okay?”
I nod.
He positions himself in between my spread legs, cock skimming my entrance, pulling a whimper from me.
The head slides in slowly, and I spread my legs wider, adjusting to his size.
He goes in deeper, inch by inch, filling me perfectly.
Inside me in the way he was always meant to be.
With one hand holding my arms in place above my head, his other is keeping him steady above me.
He thrusts into me, our bodies moving perfectly together. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.
“You do, too,” I breathe. “Slower,” I request, wanting this to last as long as possible.
His pace slows as he brings his lips down to meet mine.
“Mmm,” I hum, lifting my hips as I match his thrusts. “That’s good.”
He drives into me, taking his time, ensuring every good nerve is hit.
His pace quickens gradually, and I lift my legs to wrap around his back.
He releases my arms, his hand trailing down to my cheek, his thumb tracing over my lips and going into my mouth.
I kiss it through heavy breaths, sucking on it.
I drag my hands down his back, then back up, threading my fingers in his hair as his weight falls more heavily on me.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “That’s right. Yes, Kit. Fuck.”
I’m getting close again, each crash building and building it. Soon enough, another release explodes through me, my back arching with pleasure. When it simmers, my arms fall limp at my sides, my entire body humming.
“Let’s give you one more,” Kit rumbles, pulling out of me, and I whimper at his absence.
He grabs my legs and angles them up so my ankles are resting on his shoulders.
He pushes back into me, moving deeply inside, faster and faster, eliciting deep groans.
His fingers find my very sensitive clit, stroking it while he continues to fuck me.
Soon enough, there it is again. I cry out as Kit releases himself with me, a strangled gasp exiting his throat.
He comes inside me, filling me. We find our breath with him still inside me.
Before he removes himself, letting my legs fall back to the ground, he kisses me once more.
He settles at my side, head squeezing next to mine to share the pillow.
His chest heaves as he manages to get out, “I’ll grab a towel to clean you up as soon as I can move again.”
“No rush,” I huff, comforted by the sticky warmth between my legs. “I can’t move, either.”
“I missed having my own body,” he says. His arms wrap around me and pull me to his heaving chest. “I would have been doing that to you since I met you if I had my own body.”
I struggle out, “We’ll manage to make up for that lost time, I’m sure.”