23. Kai #3
I slide my hand around her waist and pull her against me before she can make another comment. Her laugh catches against my mouth when I kiss her, but it disappears quickly, replaced by a small, breathless sound that goes straight through me.
I kiss her slowly this time.
I’ve already lost three years with her, and I refuse to rush through a single second she’s willing to give me now.
My hands move over her carefully, relearning the shape of her, noting every place that makes her breath catch or her fingers tighten against my shoulders.
She feels familiar and entirely new at the same time.
I cup her breasts, flicking over her perfect nipples with my thumbs, eliciting a moan from her that goes straight to my cock.
I push her gently back to the bed and lay her down on the mattress, lacing my fingers with hers and bringing them above her head.
“You gonna tell me where you want me yet?” I ask against her mouth.
“Pretty sure you can find your own way.”
I chuckle, dipping my head lower and kissing my way down her neck, still holding her hands above her. I move lower, flicking my tongue across her nipple, and she arches into me.
“Am I getting closer?”
No words come out, but she nods.
I move to the other side, dragging the other nipple into my mouth. She shudders. I release her hands, moving mine down lower and lower, until I reach the dip in her waist. I kiss a path from her breasts to her navel, and she sucks in a breath, her eyes meeting mine.
Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I sink to my knees beside the bed. “Open.”
She listens and does just that, opening her legs and baring herself to me.
I groan at the sight of her. “Still such a good girl.”
Wren takes her bottom lip between her teeth, her hips rising slightly, chasing friction that I’ve yet to give her.
I don’t move quickly, enjoying the anticipation I know is building, her breath coming in shorter pants.
“For fuck’s sake, Kai.”
I kiss her inner thigh, nipping at her with my teeth, just slightly. “What’s the hurry, Freckles? Need something?”
“I swear to God, if you do not touch me in—”
The rest of her words are cut off as I put my mouth exactly where she wants it. I take my time, rolling my tongue over her clit and working her over. Fuck, she tastes amazing.
She grabs at my hair, and I have to reach down to adjust myself, my cock straining against the material of my pants. I didn’t plan on getting off tonight, but the way this is going, I might not have much of a say.
Bringing a hand to her pussy, I gently push a finger inside of her. She trembles as I move it in and out in time with my tongue. She starts squirming under my touch, moaning more and more, and I know she’s close to the edge.
Picking up my pace, I suck on her clit, and she shatters against me. I keep my mouth on her as she comes, my own release barreling down my spine and ruining the front of my pants.
When the tension finally leaves her body, I don’t move away.
I stay close, pressing soft kisses against her skin while her breathing gradually evens out. Her fingers loosen in my hair, brushing through it once before resting at her sides.
Wren lets out a shaky laugh.
I lift my head. “What?”
“Nothing.” She covers her face with one hand. “Just trying to remember how words work.”
A grin pulls at my mouth. “Take your time.”
“You’re incredibly pleased with yourself.”
“I’m mostly relieved.”
Her hand lowers enough for one eye to appear. “Relieved?”
“That I still know how to make you forget how to talk.”
She’s basically a limp noodle at this point, and a very sleepy one at that.
I stand from the bed, moving toward her dresser. She realizes what I’m doing, letting me know where to find what she needs. “Top left drawer, then just one of the shirts out of the third one.”
Opening her drawer, I reach in, about to grab whatever pair I land on first, but instead, my hand meets something solid. I cut a glance to Wren out of the corner of my eye before pulling out what appears to be a hot pink vibrator of sorts.
I lift it toward her, pursing my lips slightly. She bites her lip, not looking the least bit fazed, shrugging. “Oh, yeah, I should really find a better spot for that. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
I chuckle, placing her friend back into the drawer before grabbing a pair of underwear and tossing them at her. She grins, shimmying into them as I grab my discarded shirt from the ground before slipping it over her head.
I press a quick kiss to her lips, grinning at her. “Maybe your toy and I could work together sometime. You know, make sure we have good team chemistry and all that.”
She laughs, swatting at my chest.
I help her move up to her pillows and get under the blankets.
Her cheeks are still pink, but the tension has left her face. She looks warm and soft and more at ease than I’ve seen her in weeks.
I sit next to her on the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead.
“Better?”
She studies me for a moment.
Then she reaches out and traces her fingers along my jaw. “Much.”
I turn my head and kiss her palm.
Her eyes soften.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” she murmurs.
“I wanted to.”
She yawns, a sleepy grin on her face. “Stay for a few minutes?”
I wrap both arms around her.
“As long as you want me.”