Chapter 17 #3
“You’re beautiful, Anna. With or without the sexy lingerie, you’re stunning, but I gotta say, you in that naughty black lace? Leveling up every fantasy I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a few thousand in case you’re wondering.”
I leaned forward, my body brushing over his as I kissed him.
The kiss deepened instantly, our tongues teasing and dueling, our breaths coming in needy gasps.
I felt his erection between my legs, through the barely there fabric of my thong.
His heat and hardness were heaven as I rubbed along his length and moaned, my own body lubricating us.
Kemp held on to me at the waist, his large hands making me feel delicate and feminine.
Breaking off the kiss, I dragged my body back down his length.
I’d meant to tease him with the intimate contact, but my intentions were highjacked by the nerve endings firing from my clit, making me more desperate for release.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Kemp growled, his gaze glued to me as if he didn’t want to miss a second. “Give me a show, Anna. Take what you need.”
I ground my hips and rubbed along his hard dick, the lacy thong fabric providing additional friction and an unfamiliar but welcome sensation that contrasted with his warm, velvety skin.
It hadn’t been my plan to get off on him like this, but all my plans dissipated along with any inhibitions.
I met his gaze and saw the absolute fire in his eyes that told me he was loving this as much as I was.
I rubbed my body up and down, frantic now, out of control and uncaring about anything but coming apart.
Kemp held me as I unraveled, my body arching into him, contracting, drawing out primal sounds of ecstasy from me like I’d never made before.
I momentarily collapsed on top of him, my body buzzing with a molten bliss.
Eventually I registered one of his hands caressing my back above the sash of the lingerie, one lightly grasping my bare cheek.
“You good?” he asked in that low voice that was thick with unsated desire.
My body was limp, heavy, sluggish as blood flow to my limbs and possibly my brain seemed to resume. “I might be dead,” I said, grinning.
With the patience of a saint considering how rock-hard he was beneath me, he chuckled and brushed my hair out of my face.
“That…” he said and paused until I managed to lift my head and make eye contact, “was magnificent to watch. When we’re both ninety and barely able to walk, our bodies bent with age, I’ll still have the mental movie of you in that wicked sexy little getup coming apart on my dick. ”
I melted at the idea of being ninety with this man and loving him every day between now and then. Beneath me, he shifted, reviving my goal of sending him to the stars. I willed my arms to lift me enough that I could capture his lips with mine again.
As we kissed, he untied the sash at my back and undid the clasp at the top, freeing me from the lingerie.
I sat up, my breasts bouncing freely, Kemp’s appreciative gaze going to them, his hands following.
He guided my body upward to suck a nipple into his mouth, his tongue doing gloriously naughty things to me, igniting a new thread of desire deep within me.
I moaned, amazed that he could make me want him again so soon after wringing every ounce of pleasure out of me. “Kemp,” I said, not recognizing my own voice. “Want you inside me.”
“No place I’d rather be, Anna.”
Together we lined up our bodies, and I pulled the thin strip of lace aside, then lowered myself onto his cock, savoring the feel of him filling me, reawakening more nerves.
“After watching you come apart like that, I’m not going to last long.”
“That works for me,” I said, my body already reaching again, climbing as I moved my hips over him, lifting nearly off him, sliding back down, circling my hips, drawing a gasp and a swear word from him.
I moved my body faster, until I bounced on him, no longer in control of anything, as if the connection between us had taken over and an ageless rhythm owned us.
We clung to each other, the bed creaking and thumping with our every move, the world around us fading to nothing as sensation ruled us.
He grasped me, thrust upward into me as he came, and my body contracted around him as I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming his name.
“God, Anna,” Kemp said eventually, our bodies still intimately connected as we came back into ourselves. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
“Same,” I managed, still catching my breath. “I love you, Kemp.”
“I love you more.”
A few minutes later, after we’d cleaned ourselves and crawled under the blankets, Kemp’s breathing evened out. My head was on his chest, listening to, feeling every beat of his heart.
I should be sleeping too, but I lay there savoring him, feeling a bone-deep contentment that went beyond physical satisfaction.
What I felt was a rightness that settled into my very soul.
We might have some everyday issues to iron out, but this night, this moment, our connection was as close to perfection as I could ever hope to be.