Chapter 10 - Royce
ROYCE
My heart is liable to beat out of my chest the second Kinsley pulls me down on top of her. Her body is toned and sexy, feminine and soft, and all I keep thinking is please don’t let me come before she touches me.
“Roy?”
“One sec. I’m trying to do that deep breathing thing.”
She chuckles softly, and I kiss between the valley of her breasts as she threads her fingers through my hair.
“I won’t break if you touch me.”
I look up at her and find the most sure look on her face, like she has no reservations about what we’re doing. And I don’t either—it’s just overwhelming being here with her.
“You are precious, Kinsley,” I murmur, pressing a kiss right above her belly button, “and I’m just trying to savor every second of this.”
She doesn’t say anything else, just lets me kiss and lick my way down her body. Doesn’t comment when I fumble awkwardly trying to settle between her legs.
But she does press her lips together, trying to hide her smile, when I realize I have to sit up to wrestle her panties down and off her legs. It makes me understand why you’d want to just rip them off.
Less sexy—more aggravation.
“Take your bra off,” I tell her, surprised when she complies without arguing. Her breasts are round and full with dark pink nipples that have my mouth watering.
It’s overwhelming—she’s overwhelming.
“Tell me what to do, Kins,” I beg, kneeling between her legs, my cock hard and my pulse racing.
“Kiss me, here.” Her fingertips trace over her hipbone as I lower my mouth to her skin. “And here,” she whispers as she trails an invisible path to her belly button. She keeps going, indicating her other hip, the inside of her thigh, before grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze up to hers.
She’s desperate.
Needy.
“I’ll take care of you,” I hear myself say, turning my face to kiss her palm before settling between her thighs, her knees hooked over my shoulders.
The words don’t feel like my own, but the sentiment resonates in every cell of my body. She stood up for me—protected me in a way—and now I’ll do the same with the gift spread before me.
The first lick of my tongue is gentle, her hips moving toward me like she isn’t able to restrain herself. I grin and cover her clit with my mouth, sucking and tasting her as she moans and tangles her fingers in my hair.
It’s easy getting swept up in her—in the little cries of pleasure—and I realize I like what I’m doing as much as she does.
I’m turned on because she’s turned on.
I groan against her core as she grinds against my face.
“More.”
More? Shit.
Is that harder? Faster? More was not on the list of commands we went over.
Her hand tightens in my hair, pain and pleasure a heady combination as she pulls me up to look at her. She’s flushed from her chest up her neck to her face. Her eyes are wild and her lips are parted and full and God dammit she’s beautiful.
“More of what you’re doing. More pressure. More of everything. Small lick then big lick—just like you’ve been doing, okay?”
“More licking, got it.”
She laughs, covering her face as I lower my mouth to her again and listen, feasting on her until I’m completely out of my mind and she’s bucking her hips and muttering profanities.
“Oh my God, Royce, just like that.”
It’s my name that almost does me in. A woman like Kinsley Dane moaning for me, calling my name, is beyond anything I ever imagined it would be.
It’s enough to make me lose focus—to make her lose focus—and I have to fight back every single piece of me that wants to go faster and harder and really show her what I can do.
But I don’t because it’s about her.
And I can be patient.
And God, is it worth it.
Not a minute later, I’m rewarded for my efforts when she comes hard, thrashing against my sheets, as I try to prolong each wave of pleasure that crashes over her.
It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, my tongue gentling as I lap up her release. It’s intoxicating and I’d live right here if she’d let me.
“Enough.” She laughs, tugging on my hair as she props herself up on one elbow. “Everything is sensitive.”
“I liked it.”
“You followed directions very well.”
I preen under her praise.
“So, I’m allowed to do it again?”
“Yes, but first,” she hums, maneuvering me onto my back as she straddles my hips, “ask me for what you want.”
“I want to be in your mouth.”
“Close,” she teases, shimmying down my body before settling between my legs and cupping my balls in her hand. “I want the words, Roy.” Leaning down, she blows hot air over the head of my cock. It jumps and I let out a strangled cry. “I promise I’ll like it.”
Holy hell.
“Suck my cock, Kins. I…I want you to suck my cock.”
Her expression is wicked, her eyes never leaving mine, like the calm before the storm. “Good…fucking…boy.”