Chapter 19 #4
His lips deviated from mine after some time, making their way sideways, moving down my jaw, going even lower.
My heart fluttered at the attention he paid to my neck, soft kisses here, sensual sucking there.
This would be sure to leave a mark for the morning.
I didn’t stop him. It felt too good to worry about what I’d do about the hickies.
Kain pulled back again and asked again, “And that was fine?”
“Yes,” I answered, my eyebrows coming together questioningly. Without an explanation, he started again.
From my neck, Kain came down lower. The point of his nose dragged along my collarbone, making me shudder.
Slowly but surely, the mystery mission resumed.
Electricity coursed through me as he began to adorn my naked chest with the most tender kisses.
Eventually, Kain took one of my nipples between his lips, inviting my mound into his mouth.
“Mm,” I reacted to the unexpected feeling, unconsciously pushing into him as he raised a hand to make sure my other breast wasn’t neglected.
The pearl between my legs hummed as he alternated from one side to the other, tugging my nipples between his teeth.
His actions were in some sort of gray area between rough and gentle. How he did this – I had no idea.
I was so close.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was close to, but just before I could get there, Kain pulled back, eyes on me once again.
This time, he didn’t even bother asking if I was okay with all this.
From the ragged quality of my breathing to the sound of my moans, it was clear that I was enjoying everything he was doing.
Instead, in a rich baritone, he simply asked, “Could you lay down for me, baby?”
Releasing a slow exhale, I did as he asked. Kain lingered over me for a moment, his eyebrows climbing with a silent question as he looked down at me.
“I’m good.” I was telling the truth. Breathless – but telling the truth. This was good enough for him.
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming, I thought to myself, smiling as Kain returned to where we’d left off. Everything was going as expected.
And then he touched me… there.
The feel of his hand travelling up my thighs and then between my legs – it stole the air out of my lungs. My eyes clamped closed, as did my thighs, wanting to keep him there. Kain breathed out a discreet laugh against my chest at my reaction. Did I do something funny?
“You’re real cute,” Kain explained quietly before I could feel self-conscious about it. “May I have my hand back?” he asked politely.
I held back a smile, slowly separating my knees to release his hand. Now able to freely move, Kain’s hand seemed to be looking for something. Just as I began to wonder what that could be… A thunderbolt-like jolt shot through me, a feeling like no other.
Whatever he was looking for, he’d found it.
“Kain…” Was all I could say. Barely. It actually came out sounding like ‘Kain-ee…’
Kainie, I thought to myself, breaking into a smile.
I kind of liked the sound of that.
My legs closed around his hand yet again, an involuntary reaction.
Kain didn’t bother asking for his hand back now that he’d found what he was looking for.
From my chest, Kain began to shift. My stomach quivered under the feel of the tip of his nose moseying down my abdomen as he left a trail of love bites down to my bellybutton.
There was a slight pause in his momentum. I sat up on my elbows to get a look at what was going on. Kain hand slipped from between my legs, and I released a sigh as his head began to rise from my body. Is it over? I thought disappointedly.
Taking his time, Kain took a new position, moving further down the bed, stopping between my slightly parted legs. In a staggering move, he brought his hand – the one essentially glazed in my arousal juices – to his mouth, tasting me on his thumb.
It was the single nastiest thing I’d ever seen. Yet somehow it was the sexiest I’d ever seen, too… My mouth fell open, which didn’t escape Kain’s notice. Wordlessly, he shot me a wink, a smirk blossoming. Okay, that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Catching up with all the signs, a realization hit me. I had a question for him. “Kainie…”
He chuckled at my continued usage of the too-sweet nickname.
It didn’t fit him at all. The nickname was adorable, which Kain certainly wasn’t.
Kain was sexy. He was masculine and protective.
He was mature, intelligent, and thoughtful.
Rarely was he ever cute. For that, I couldn’t imagine any girl, anywhere ever calling him something as adorable as Kainie. I was certainly the first.
Which was precisely why I liked it.
I asked my question.
“Are you going down on me?”
Kain had a habit of not answering questions when he thought the answer was obvious.
Here he was, positioned between my legs, having recently tasted (or sampled?) my natural flavor, and enjoyed it.
Of course he was going down on me. The question could be ignored, because the answers were everywhere.
Kain, however, didn’t give me the silence I expected.
Instead, he hit me with a question of his own. “When you get nervous, you talk. You ever notice that?”
While I thought about my answer, Kain’s hands began to slide between my thighs, slowly spreading them.
“Um…” I tried to act natural. Kain Montgomery was only face-to-face with the folds between my legs.
No one had ever been this up close and personal with my cootie cat.
There was nothing in my past that had taught me how to behave.
Nothing to be weird about… Be cool. “Uh… Yeah, I guess I do talk a lot when I’m nervous. ”
“You still nervous?” he asked. I could feel his breath against my sensitive skin, prompting the curve of my back to arch upwards involuntarily. I bit into my lower lip to keep quiet. If his breath could do that to me, was I even ready for what he was about to do?
“Yeah,” I replied honestly. “But not scared. Just nervous...”
“Then you can go right ahead and talk to me, baby.”
And I might’ve said something in response to that, but when the first touch made contact, Kain Montgomery stole my voice away.
Kain’s hands briefly settled at my waist, pushing me toward him, pressing my sex further into his face.
His tongue followed a deliberate trail, traveling up the lips of my folds, and slipping through them to meet my pearl.
I whispered his name, my voice almost pleading.
Kain’s mouth went to work, his tongue swiping across my nub, touching me with measured strategy.
He knew from the sound of my breathing just when to retreat, deviating to new corners of my intimate area, bathing me in the warmth of his tongue, tasting me, circling me, entering me, claiming me.
And like a maddening game, he teased me this way repetitively until my hands fell to the back of his head, holding him to me almost desperately.
“Mm…” Quiet sounds came out of me as the pressure mounted, the heat from between my legs traveled up my body and settled on my cheeks.
As the arch in my back grew sharper, the sounds of my moans grew louder, and my chest heaved with labored breaths that felt out of my control.
Kain kept his movements constant at first, but as instinct began to take over my body, his technique grew faster, more aggressive.
Fuck, I thought to myself in disbelief. I might’ve even said it out loud.
Electricity coursed through me with a flash, seemingly paralyzing me for a moment as his name came out loud and slow from my lips.
The sensations hit me in waves, each one feeling more powerful than the last, shaking me with an unrestrained pleasure that would have mortified me in my right state of mind.
After some time, my breathing finally began to normalize. I was coming down from the clouds, acclimating to my surroundings once more. Kain came up from between my legs, an almost impressed look on his face.
He was soaked.
My mouth fell in shock as I watched him wipe away at the liquid that dripped from his chin, ran down his neck, and cascaded down the defined muscles of his chest.
“I peed on you.” I was absolutely horrified.
Kain squinted at this, unsure if it would be appropriate to be amused by my ignorance. “No, baby.” He shook his head, suppressing a smile. “You came,” he explained this almost triumphantly, chuckling to himself before he added, “And evidently… you’re a squirter.”
“And that’s not a bad thing…” I guessed, judging from the way he’d said it.
“Nooo.” His low voice said the word slowly, seemingly taken aback that I didn’t know this already. Kain tossed a smile my way, rising to his feet as he added, “I wasn’t expectin’ it, though. You got me pretty good.”
The more I thought about it, the clear evidence of my orgasm shining along the definition of his muscles was kind of… hot. Relaxing, I let out a slow exhale as I returned his smile, allowing myself to reminisce the events that had just transpired.
Wow.
He really did that. Kain blew my mind, and briefly took me out of this dimension. Nobody could tell me different.
And as he made his way to the bathroom, it suddenly occurred to me that he wasn’t even going to ask for anything in return.
If I had the experience, I would have thought nothing of it to jump from where I laid and followed him into the shower, reciprocating his efforts.
As the sound of the bathroom shower signaled, I had an internal battle.
Part of me lacked motivation. My first ever sexual encounter had taken so much out of me. I had the strongest desire to be held and drift off to sleep, nestled in the warmth of his arms. It was late, and I was drowsy.
Another part of me felt inadequate. What Kain had managed to do to my body was nothing short of extraordinary.
Kain was clearly well-practiced, working with the skill only years of experience with multiple partners could cultivate.
I cringed at the imagined image of my inexperienced hands fumbling over themselves. Embarrassing.
Tiredly, I’d slipped on his shirt, tying up my hair for bedtime. After changing the sheets, I’d climbed into bed, checking the time on my phone just as Kain stepped back into our room, a white towel around his waist.
“So you just gonna jack my shirt like that?” he asked amusedly, ambling over to the closet where the rest of his clothes were held.
From the reflection on the mirror on the dresser, I had a pretty clear view of him as he unwrapped the towel from around him and switched into a pair of gray sweatpants.
Kain was calling it a night, too.
“Is that all you’ve got on?” Kain questioned as he climbed into bed beside me.
I could’ve asked him the same thing as my eyes drifted down the sight of his shirtless body.
In his defense, I’d stolen his shirt for myself.
And he was right, it was the only thing I’d bothered putting on. Nothing underneath.
“Yep,” I replied casually.
Kain chuckled, his arm coming around me and pulling me in closer. “You’re tryin’ to kill me,” he mused.
I leaned into his chest and noted, “Your skin feels cold.”
“I took a cold shower.”
Oh. I knew what that meant.
“I thought about going in with you,” I reasoned, feeling guilty for some reason. “But um… I don’t know how to…go down on—”
“It wasn’t a bribe, Lauren,” Kain intercepted reassuringly. “I ain’t on that tit-for-tat bullshit. Go your own speed. I’m not playin’ games, tryna to guilt you into consent. When you’re ready, you’re ready.”
Relieved, I let out a sigh.
“Did you think for one second that I might follow in after you?” I asked curiously. “Did you wait for me?”
“No, not at all.” Kain laughed at the thought. I was just beginning to get offended by the tone of his response, when he, rather arrogantly, added, “I wore that ass out.”
Honestly? I couldn’t even front as the most blissed out smile stretched across my face. He really did.
“Okay, player,” I cut in with a competitive edge, laughing. “You can talk your shit for now. But you just wait and see if I don’t crack on you just the same.”
“No complaints here,” he replied at the sound of my indirect promise.
And that’s exactly what it was. A promise.
On day two of my week with Kain Montgomery, I made two promises. One to him, and one to myself.
Kain would be my first.
And I would be his last.