Chapter 25
Kensie
As I held his hand, I grew impatient with every congratulation and well-wishing.
I needed to be alone with Canaan like yesterday.
The yearning had been building and churning since he declared his love this morning.
Now, the yearning had become a fireball of desire that settled in my sex, demanding release.
Why doesn’t Canaan have the same urgency?
Or maybe he did and was better at hiding it.
Saraj shook Canaan’s hand, and Canaan hugged him, thanking him for handling Emme.
I no longer knew if our friendship would withstand Canaan, or whether I wanted to remain friends with her.
We’d grown apart after college, and the chasm had deepened once Emme started dating Matt.
My guilt about being with Canaan ended when Emme went to kiss him when she saw me standing at the door.
I didn’t know if our engagement was now real, but I was open to being with him, however long we lasted. I did believe in him, and I trusted Canaan with my heart.
Saraj hugged me tightly and pulled back. “Baby girl, I had tears in my eyes. He loves you.”
“I know, and I love him.”
He winked. “Now, go and enjoy the best part of having your own man. Between Mama Murielle and me, we’ll handle the crowd.”
“I might start calling her Mama Murielle. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“The way she handled the food and the staff so efficiently while still bringing her down-home Southern charm . . . beyond compare. The best.” Saraj pushed me closer to Canaan, who had been talking to one of his crew members. “Get out of here.”
After I scratched the inside of Canaan’s palm, he shot me an amused glance. He soon excused himself and led me away from the party to our suite at the back of the house.
Curving my arm around his waist as we edged out of the party area, I asked, “Are we really doing this? Like becoming a couple?”
He squeezed me to his side. “Yes. These last two months have taught me that I don’t want to be without you.”
As soon as we were in the bedroom, I began unbuttoning his shirt while Canaan kicked off his shoes and pressed something on the side table. A wall opened beside the table, leading to another room. “Was saving this for whenever we had sex again.”
“Ooh . . . Is that one of those BDSM rooms where wild shit goes down like in Fifty Shades?” I licked his collarbone and placed tiny kisses on his chest. “You taste so good.”
“No. But I can have one built in Houston. Sounds like you’re down.” He chuckled, capturing my wayward tongue with his mouth to kiss and indulge. “Hmm . . . Monogamy may not be such a bad thing.”
“With you, it’ll be heaven.” I slid my tongue in his waiting mouth.
He slowly eased my strapless dress and bra down to free my breasts as he moved me back into the secret room.
Our lips and tongues mating in the darkness were the only sounds.
If I weren’t so enthralled in Canaan, I would’ve been scared of the inability to see anything.
I curved my arms around his neck while he cupped my aching breasts, rubbing his thumbs hard against my stiffened nipples.
“Don’t you want to see the surprise?” he whispered.
“You’re my surprise.” I moaned in his mouth at the exquisite torture of his calloused palms massaging my breasts.
He tugged on the back of my hair and commanded softly, “Look, baby.”
The ceiling and doors opened up onto the beach and the beautiful night sky.
“This part of the beach is private and guarded to ensure no one crosses over here.”
While I gawked at the wonder of the ocean, twinkling stars, and the luminous moon, Canaan unzipped my dress until the material floated around my heels, followed by my lace bra and panties, before embracing me from behind.
I relaxed against him and whispered, as if we were in a museum instead of a private home, “Have you ever seen anything more breathtaking in your life?”
“No.” He cupped my breasts and whispered, “I can’t believe that Kensie Garrett wants to marry me.”
“I can’t believe you make me want to be your wife and give you anything you ever ask or demand of me.” I turned within his strong arms and inhaled his beauty. “I promised myself I would never tell a man I loved him again if I didn’t trust him, and he didn’t deserve me.”
“And I never thought I would love and trust a woman so much that I want to give her my name. I know we have our pasts to figure out and crazy schedules to manage, but there’s no one else I’d rather figure it all out with than you.
” He slowly lowered his head to my lips and murmured, “I never wanted to sex a woman so badly either. I wanted to haul you off to fuck the minute you ran into my arms at the track.”
“I thought I was the only one insanely horny all day.” I moaned as his hand left my breast and found my slick folds.
The other continued to knead and roll my nipple between his fingers.
I gripped his arms while he explored my dripping, wet pussy, dipping digits one at a time until three fingers fucked me, stretching me.
From this angle, his palm rested against my clit.
Writhing in sweet agony, I grasped his neck while his fingers prepared my body for him and his long, thick dick that I’d dreamed of ever since I had a taste almost four months ago.
Four months ago, Canaan unexpectedly brought me to the brink of insanity repeatedly.
He now led me to a plush blanket in the middle of the sand I hadn’t noticed, and “Skin” by Rihanna suddenly flooded the room.
My breath caught between my heart and lungs in glorious expectation of the blissful madness that only Canaan could bring.
A still-dressed Canaan stood over me and curved his palm to my cheek.
I kissed his palm and took the fingers just inside me into my mouth, greedily sucking and tasting my essence as I captured his sensual gaze.
His light eyes darkened with lustful desires as he picked up my hand and placed it on his large, throbbing imprint.
“Feel me.” His deep, guttural voice sent chills down my spine.
I snatched open the rest of his buttons to his chiseled chest and pushed the shirt down off his taut biceps.
My hands roamed over the muscles, tracing the tattoos on his right pec, depicting the island of Barbados, and the intricate hieroglyphic sleeve that depicted good fortune on his left shoulder and arm.
His abs were the smoothest stone of tiny dips that ended in the fine hairs around his belly button.
I twirled my tongue around his belly button while I unbuttoned his pants.
His hips rolled in anticipation of our bodies joining.
My naked nipples puckered from the ocean breeze and his rapt attention.
My slick walls became wetter and hotter, eagerly waiting for his sensual intrusion.
When his erect manhood finally sprang free from its linen cage, I licked my lips, craving a taste of him. He wound some of my hair around his hand and jerked my head. “Open your mouth.”
Never breaking eye contact, I obliged, and his lips curved into a pleased smile as he guided his tip to trace the heart-shaped edges before pushing inside my eager mouth.
He groaned from the pressure of my sucking and pulling.
He used the grip on my hair to keep my head in place as he fucked my mouth.
I dragged my hands over his abs up toward his chest to tug and pinch his stiff nipples.
He rewarded me with a groan and an increase in his rhythm.
Mmm. I relished his dick, loving the taste and the veins that pulsed through its length.
I wanted to swallow his explosion and for him to fill me up with his cream.
As my hands drifted to caress his sac, his grip tightened, and he started a slow grind against my mouth before he abruptly pulled out of my mouth.
He bent his head to kiss me deeply and forcefully, and the wildness of his tongue only thrilled me more.
Canaan pressed me into the blanket, spreading my legs with his knee.
His dick teased my entrance while our tongues remained entangled.
Canaan trapped my wrists, placed my arms above my head, and undulated his hips to the rhythm of the sex song that heightened the carnal ambiance.
Every roll of his body placed his hard tip against my opening.
Frustrated, I opened my legs wider and thrust my mound higher, needing him to end my misery.
I didn’t care if he fucked me raw. I just needed him to be inside me.
“Please, baby. It’s been too long.”
He chuckled. “Your fault. You could’ve had dick every single day.”
I licked his salty chest. “Mmm... I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Good, because I plan to have you whenever I want. You’re mine now.” Canaan’s tongue traveled down my body to suckle on my button.
“Damn.” Freeing my wrists from his grip, I clawed his back as my pussy bucked to his relentless mouth. My legs wrapped around his neck, begging him to suck me until I screamed my much-needed release.
Before I could regain control of my senses, he sheathed himself and thrust inside. Still weak, I could barely hold on as his hands gripped my ass, pressing me against him to feel every inch of him as he stroked me repeatedly.
Despite my climactic exhaustion, my wet walls clenched around him, a coiled spring rapidly building inside again.
He shifted and moved me on top, without breaking the intimate connection. My head flopped on his shoulder, and he fisted my hair and jerked my head up. “Naw . . . naw . . . You asked for this. So wake up and take this dick.”
Canaan’s words and forcefulness both angered and excited me.
I slapped him hard across the face. Naked chests heaving against each other, I stared at him, daring him to respond.
His stern expression relaxed into a pleased grin as he stroked me harder and faster.
I pressed my knees to the ground for leverage.
I began riding him deep, loving the feel of his erection as I bounced up and down its length.
When his head lolled back and his eyes closed, I became determined to make Canaan come this time.
My body was so slick with desire, I easily turned myself until I was reverse-riding him.
My hands gripped his muscled thighs, and my plump ass bounced off his dick.
His grunts and movements became frantic.
He would come any minute, and I rode him harder and harder. Sweat dripped down over my breasts.
When his panting became heavy grunting, I grabbed my ankles, and he gripped my hips, pounding and pounding until I thought my sex might break from his massive dick. Canaan cursed loudly as he came viciously. His body, bucking with spasms, kept the same rhythm until I orgasmed a few moments later.
Canaan pulled me up gingerly to hold me, and I happily drifted to sleep in his warm and strong embrace.