climb him like ivy. When he let me up for air, I gasped, “Condom?”
He rolled to his back. “Wallet.”
I followed, coming up and over, then I trailed kisses down his chest, and over
his cloth-covered erection. I laughed as I dodged his grasp and dropped my feet
to the floor. I stood and bent over, ignoring the protest of my ribs, to snag his jeans off the floor. A warm hand brushed over my ass, and I grinned. I rifled through his jean’s pockets and found my prize. With the condom triumphantly in
hand, I rejoined him on the bed. “Don’t move. I like you like this.”
He grinned and folded his hands behind his head, leaving his honed body
open for my enjoyment. He watched through half-closed eyes as I slowly
dragged the cotton down and off, unveiled him, unveiling the beauty that was all
him. I sank to kneel between his legs as I took him in.
Fully aroused, he was breathtaking. I wrapped my hands around him,
reveling in the feel of silk-covered steel. A small drop of precum trembled on his
tip. I held his gaze and leaned forward to curl my tongue over him. His taste exploded over my tongue. He groaned, low and long, as his hips surged forward,
driving him deeper into my mouth. He curled his hands in my hair, holding my
head, and controlling how deep he went.
Wanting to drive him over the edge, I let him. I released him and drew my
nails down his hips and around his thighs. He continued to move, in and out, his
warm, silk-covered steel dragging over my tongue. My hands found the tight muscles of his hips and held him close. Using every skill I had, I licked and laved, until he was muttering dark promises. He tugged on my hair. “Enough.”
His one-word growl left me wet and wanting as my thighs tightened against
the swell of need. He changed his hold and brought me up to his chest, taking my mouth with a furious heat. Lost in his kiss, I missed whatever he did, but when I surfaced for air, I was on my back, and we had reversed positions.
There was no way to hide how much I wanted him. It was evident in the moisture coating me. He ran his fingers through it, setting my nerve endings alight. My hips jerked at his touch, wanting more.
He held me open, tracing along my opening and delving into secret creases,
all the while driving my need higher and higher. He turned his head, his hair brushing over my over-sensitized skin. He kissed his way up my thigh, coming
closer and closer to my heated center.
I watched, unable to move. Like I had done to him before, he held my gaze
as his tongue flicked out. A whip of fire traced my folds until it found my most
sensitive spot. I keened as my body clamored for more. He didn’t make me wait,
instead he used his clever mouth until I was a mindless writhing mess, then he
brought me to the edge and held me there, dangling.
“Kayden!” His name came out a strangled scream.
He raised his head, his face stamped with dark, possessive pleasure. “Put the
condom on me, Cyn.”
My hands shook as I fumbled to sheath him. He helped and once it was in place, he rose above me. I widened my legs, giving him room. He took himself
in hand and set his tip against my entrance. The ache inside me rose to a screaming pitch and I shifted my hips, trying to draw him in. With an explosive
curse, he canted his hips and drove deep.
For an endless moment we lay there, intimately connected. I felt full, almost
too full, but pleasantly so, but I couldn’t stay still long. The feel of him pushed
my desire to higher level. I began to move, the need for that delicious friction driving me. He groaned and set a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with maddening focus. He knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he
guided our dance. He moved with deliberation while I went up in flames.
Unwilling to burn alone, I curled my legs around his hips, and drew him deeper. I grabbed his shoulders and used his body to pull myself into a half-sitting position. The change in position seated him deeper and ripped matching
