Chapter 8 #2
I drop to my knees, my thumbs dusting over her nipples, her head falling back on a moan as I cup their weight. She quivers against me as my tongue dances across her smooth skin.
Goddamn, but she tastes good and I’ve just started my journey.
“Get on this bed right now,” she hisses, winding her hand into my hair and giving it a slight tug.
“I think I like being on my knees for you.” Never once do I break eye contact.
Not when I pull off her boots. Not when I pop the button on her jeans.
Not when I slide them down, baring her long, silky legs.
And definitely not when I drag her panties to her ankles, tossing them aside before gliding my palms along her inner thighs.
“Lie back. It’s about damn time I tasted you.”
But she pulls her legs up, shaking her head with a devilish grin as she scoots back on the bed. “Come here. I want to play, too.”
“Trust me, we’re gonna play all night.” I grab her ankles, sliding her back toward me, slipping my hands under her ass as I damn near drag her off the edge of the bed before hooking her legs over my shoulders. “Don’t run away from me again. I’ve waited too long.”
And then I bury my mouth against her perfect pussy. A greedy moan flies from her mouth as her fingers tangle in my hair. I tease her open, flicking my tongue against her clit as her hips buck against the bed.
Fuck, she tastes like heaven. How the hell have I waited this long?
“Eddie, please—”
Keep begging, beautiful. You’ll be screaming my name by the time I’m through.
I slide two fingers inside her, sucking her clit into my mouth, her thighs tightening around my head, her hands fisting the sheets as she chases her climax.
She’s right there, but I’m having way too much fun to let her fall just yet.
“I need you,” she whimpers, her dark eyes finding mine.
Fuck, but I need her, too. My cock is aching for release.
Soon, buddy. But not yet.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I slide my fingers across her slick skin, diving deep to stroke her from the inside.
Her only answer is a desperate whine as she writhes against me.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Her lashes fly up as we lock gazes. “Please.”
That look on her face, that wanton, reckless gaze is going to destroy me for all other women.
And I’ll die a happy man.
My hands palm the meat of her ass as I angle her hips higher, her pussy glistening in the low light.
Fucking perfect.
I shift my position when—
“Fuck!”
I jerk my leg away, fumbling on the rug for whatever just impaled me. My hand closes around it, and when I push to my feet, dragging it into the light… I die a little inside.
In my hand is one of Theo’s plastic dinosaurs.
I stare at the damn thing, and then at Kiki, who’s now sitting up, a concerned look on her face. “Jesus Christ. This… is aggressively unsexy.”
God damn it. She was right there. Right there.
Talk about breaking the moment.
Kiki swings around and plucks the dinosaur from my hand with a bright, breathless laugh.
“Actually, it’s not.” Then she places it on my nightstand and crawls the length of the bed to me. “I adore that side of you, Eddie.” She comes up on her knees, her fingers opening my jeans before shoving them down my hips. “Trust me, there’s nothing as sexy as a devoted single dad.”
Trust me, beautiful, there’s nothing as sexy as you.
I think I fall in love with her at that moment.
The way she doesn’t care about the Paleolithic interruption. The way she laughs and makes it all better.
And then she wraps her hand around my erection, her thumb drifting across the tip, and I lose the ability to think.
“I wasn’t finished with you,” I murmur, but I make no move to stop her.
Not when it feels so damn good.
“Last time I checked, it was still my birthday,” she replies, peering up at me through her lashes, “and the idea of getting my mouth on you is one hell of a present.”
Her tongue glides along my shaft and my head drops forward with a rough breath as I damn near lose it, right there. “Jesus.”
She moves up and down along my cock, working me over, slowly driving me out of my mind. I twist my fingers in her hair, guiding her, easing her further down my length.
“Careful,” I moan, my voice straining. “You keep going like that…”
Kiki tilts her head, watching me, completely unbothered by how close I am to breaking, her hand pumping my hard flesh. “And?”
I huff out a breath, balancing on the edge. “I’m not going to last very long.”
A provocative smile crosses her lips. “Then don’t.”
Nice try, gorgeous. It’s still my turn.
“You have the most goddamn talented mouth on the planet.” I catch her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. “But there is no fucking way I’m coming before you.”
I pull her up, dragging her against me as my mouth claims her, cutting off any argument. I ease her to the mattress as her hips lift, chasing her desire, desperate to take back control.
I don’t let her.
I keep the pace slow, steady, dragging it out as my tongue glides along every inch of her, tasting her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Every frustrated moan, every arch of her body only slows me down, drawing out every second into an eternity of pleasure for her.
My mouth closes over her clit, her fingers threading through my hair as a satiated moan rises from her chest.
“So good… so good. Fuck, Eddie.”
Her cries increase, her body thrashing so hard I have to band my arm across her thighs as my tongue pushes her to the brink.
“I’m going to come.”
I lift my gaze. She’s the most gorgeous sight—her entire body flushed, her hair spread across the bed. “Come all over my tongue, beautiful. I want to taste all of you.”
I feel the pleasure ripple through her, her back bowing off the mattress, her hands so tight in my hair, I’m pretty certain she’s ripped some out.
Do I care?
Not a fucking bit.
She rides out her orgasm, her entire body trembling.
But I’m not done. I deliver a long, slow lick to her slit and she damn near levitates.
She glares at me, wriggling against my grasp. “Don’t start.”
I smile, tightening my grip on her hips. “I’m not, sweetheart. But I’m sure as hell not finished yet, either.”
I slip two fingers inside her wetness, my mouth latching onto her clit, my tongue delivering endless short strokes as she whines and writhes against me.
“You’re going to make me come again.”
“That’s the idea, beautiful.”
A second orgasm hits her, stronger than the first, and I rise on my knees, my fingers deep inside her, watching the passion play out across her face.
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I roll it on, my cock throbbing so hard it’s painful. Then I settle between her thighs, bracing my weight on my forearms.
Her dark gaze holds mine, her hands gliding along my back as she arches toward me.
“Not yet,” I murmur, my mouth brushing hers.
And I mean it.
Because I’m not done taking my time with her.
Not even close.
I slide my cock along her slick skin, wishing like hell I could take her raw. Fuck, I’d never recover then. Hell, I might never recover now.
I push inside her body, so damn ready for me, until I’m buried to the hilt, a guttural groan rising from my chest. “Jesus… you’re so damn tight. So fucking perfect.”
She is, too. Every inch of her is a drug I never want to kick.
Her legs wrap around my waist, arching into me, but I keep the pace steady, letting the tension build until she’s ready to explode again.
“Please…” That word almost breaks me.
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her cries, my breathing uneven as I maintain the slow, easy rhythm.
Her whole body tightens under me, her breath catching hard as her silky heat threatens to destroy my last hold on reality.
“Eddie.” My name is a prayer on her lips. “Please…”
I thrust deeper, keeping her on that edge. Letting it stretch, letting it build. Letting her come apart under me again.
And when she does, it hits me just as hard—her body tightening around me, pulling me closer, dragging something out of me I can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck—”
My rhythm falters, my grip tightening as I try to hold on, but it’s already too far gone, too much built up, too much sensation hitting all at once.
We gasp and groan, our bodies shuddering as we come hard, fueling each other’s climax.
I collapse forward, my forehead dropping against hers. For a second, neither of us moves.
I stay right where I am, still buried inside her, my breath rough, my body not even close to settled yet, every nerve still firing.
Her legs remain locked around me, her fingers dragging along my back like she’s not quite done either, and that damn near sets me off again.
I ghost a kiss across her lips, jerking when she squeezes around me, milking my cock. “Jesus, you are the best feeling in the whole damn world. You good?”
She responds with a low purr, her movements wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. “I am perfect.”
My mouth seizes hers again, our tongues tangling in a leisurely battle. “Yes, you are.”
With a reluctant sigh, I pull away, chucking the condom and grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom. When I return, she’s exactly how I left her—hair a mess, eyes heavy, completely relaxed into my bed like she belongs there.
That’s when I realize she does belong here. In my bed. In my arms.
With me.
I clean her up as she watches with a half-lidded, amused look. “Talk about full service.”
“Sweetheart, the service doesn’t stop until you’re completely satisfied.”
“How many times per day am I allowed servicing?” she asks, giggling as I curl up next to her, pulling the covers over us.
“As many as you want.” I drop a kiss to her hair as she settles against my chest. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”
She peers up at me, her eyes sleepy but content. “Best birthday on record.”
My hand drifts along her back as she sinks into sleep, and I realize I could get used to this. A life with her. Loving her.
Because she feels right in a way no other woman has, and I know I can’t let her go.