Finally, I’m on my back, and he’s lifting the last swath of ribbon from across my breasts. He uncovers one, following that with soft kisses over the swells, and, finally, his tongue to my nipple. My back arches, my hands going to his head. I could have Kane work at my nipples all day—it feels so good. I swear, if I gave him free rein, I almost bet I could come that way.
Kane switches to my other breast. This time, he uses teeth.
“Yes,” I cry, bolstering Kane to lavish even more attention there.
By now, my hips are starting to gyrate of their own accord even though he’s done nothing besides kiss my back and breasts. I open my eyes—hadn’t realized they’d closed, actually—and realize that, based on the angle of where Kane kneels beside me, his cock is within easy reach. I take it in hand while he sucks hard on my nipple, giving it a few none-too-gentle tugs. In our brief time as lovers, I quickly realized he likes things a little rough sometimes.
Groaning, he sucks once more on my nipple before he lets it pop free of his mouth. He stares down, eyes dark and fevered.
“Time to roll again,” he says thickly.
When I do, I sadly have to let go of his dick, but comfort myself with the knowledge I’ll have it back in hand when I make it around again.
Except when he rolls me this time, I realize the ribbon is lifting from my back as it snakes down to the center of my ass.
I go still as Kane’s mouth burns fire, trailing after the ribbon. When he pulls the silk out from between my ass, he presses his lips to one cheek. Softly, he kisses me there…until he suddenly bites.
A sharp pain, but one easily soothed as he runs his tongue over it.
My legs spread to give him access to the ribbon, but I realize he can’t tug it free with me on my stomach.
Kane shifts, then he pushes my legs apart. Next thing I know, he’s roughly hauling me up to my hands and knees, the soft slither of the ribbon sending goosebumps up my spine as it unwinds from my pussy. I bet if I looked at it right now, it would be darkened with the evidence of my desire.
I expect Kane to shift again, to put himself in a position where his mouth can travel the path the ribbon took. God, he’s the greatest at oral. He can make me come in seconds with that tongue.
Instead, I’m shocked to my core when, instead of his mouth, the tip of his cock dips into my wet entrance before Kane thrusts deep into me.
“Sorry,” he apologizes before he even bottoms out. Grinding into me, he grunts. “But I couldn’t fucking wait any longer.”
I laugh, flip my head back, and peek over my shoulder. His eyes meet mine, no apology in them. Instead, a fierce determination to bring us both to climax flares brightly.
“Hold tight, Noodle. Going to ride you hard.”
With ribbon around my waist, pooled on the bed below me, and still wrapped down one leg, Kane fucks me from behind like he’s never fucked me before. His hips dip and roll in just the right way so I get every miraculously lovely inch of his cock inside me. In no time, my body starts trembling with the need to find my release.
Faster and faster, he continues thrusting into me. I meet each with a backward glide of my hips. Our skin slaps loudly. I make mewling sounds I can’t seem to control, and Kane starts cursing under his breath in harsh pants.
And then I’m exploding. Kane follows, lunging into me so fiercely as he unloads that he drives me down into the mattress. Over and over again, he grinds into me, milking every last drop from his spent cock while I can do nothing but shake from the force of my orgasm.
“Christ, that was good,” Kane mutters, rolling his weight off me. His cock slides free, and I manage to turn my head his way, not having the strength to do anything else. “Give me five minutes, Molls, and I’m going to finish unwrapping you, then I intend to spend a lot of time with my mouth between your legs.”
I just had the motherload of all orgasms, yet at his promise to eat me out, I think I feel another one starting to bubble. How…
Damn, I love this man… whose very words have the power to make my body do things I didn’t know it could.
We’re quiet for several long moments—that kind of quiet where lovers can just be with each other without the need to be heard.
When I finally feel strength return to my muscles, I roll toward Kane, then set my chin on his chest. With a smirk, he looks down. “I think you broke me.”