Her hand fumbled as she felt his palm pat the cheek of her rear heavily. The little slap had her jerking, had stars exploding before her eyes before she could reach inside the drawer, scrambling for the little foil packs she had thrown in there on her last visit home. A girl needed to be prepared.
There. She gripped one, only to collapse against the bed as she felt his lips on her rear, where his hand had landed, smoothing over her skin as his tongue licked a fiery damp blaze across the flesh.
She lay on her side, one leg bent, the other stretched out on the mattress. His hand caressed up that leg, his fingers moving higher, to her thigh, then to the rich center of her body.
“The sweetest pussy in the world,” he whispered hoarsely as his fingers skimmed over the swollen flesh and his body shifted. “Give me that fucking condom, Emily, or we’re going to make more than a little love here.”
Her womb clenched at the sound of his voice. It was tighter, his accent thicker, and his cock was nudging at her as he lifted her thigh to allow the hardened flesh to part the wet folds of her pussy.
Shaking, she dug her head into the pillow at the feel of his cock pressing against her and forced her hand back, holding the foil pack out to him.
“I’m going to spank you for having condoms on hand. Remind me to do that.” He took it quickly, there was the sound of the packet ripping, and seconds later, she felt him moving, his erection retreating.
“I wanted to be a Girl Scout,” she moaned. “Always prepared.”
“That’s Boy Scouts,” he growled, pressing her thighs as she lay on her side.
“Like this.” He smoothed his hand down her flank. “I’m going to take you like this, Emily. You’ll feel me deeper, thicker. Like flames pleasuring you.”
He lifted her thigh, holding it against his own until he came down to her, covering her, his cock sliding against her as she felt his breath against her ear.
“Feel me, sugar,” he whispered at her ear as he began to press forward. “Feel me take you. All the way to your soul, Emily. Feel me take you.”
The fingers of one large hand laced themselves with her smaller one as she felt the penetration begin. She hadn’t expected it to be easy. She had expected pain. She hadn’t expected a lot of pleasure the first time.
But it was there. The heavy stretching sensation, a burning, pulling pleasure that stole her breath as he worked the crest of his erection in and out, opening her slowly.
She could feel his cock throbbing. The head was so thick, so heavy inside her, stretching the tender tissue as explosions of color ruptured behind her closed lashes.
She tried to move beneath him, to press closer. She wanted it done. She wanted to be full of him, possessed by him.
“Easy, little one,” he whispered roughly at her ear. “Slow and easy.”
Slow and easy? He wanted this slow and easy?
“You’ll kill me waiting,” she cried out breathlessly. “You’ve teased me to death, Kell. I can’t take more.”
She tightened her muscles on him, heard his ragged groan, and moaned in rising ecstasy.
She tightened again, trying to draw him deeper, to force him into taking her. Waiting wasn’t what she wanted.
Fourteen
KELL COULD FEEL THE SWEAT beading on his forehead, dampening his hair and shoulders and doing little to cool the fire raging in his body.
God, she was hot. Her pussy was melting around him, heating him, drawing him deeper inside, and searing his mind. He had never known this much pleasure with another woman. He had never felt the blinding heat that consumed him, the loss of control that had him shaking with the need to plunge forcibly into her.
She was so tight. The obstruction of her innocence was a slapping reminder that he could hurt her so easily.
But she was wild beneath him. Despite the position he had her in, on her side, as he braced himself above her, his cock penetrating her from behind as he bent her leg closer into her flexing stomach.
“Kell.” Her arm twined around his as he braced himself on the mattress beside her. “Please. Take me now.”
He was fighting to breathe, feeling her pussy like a snug, velvet fist around the sensitive head of his dick.
“So slick and wet.” He bent his head until it rested at her shoulder, his tongue lapping at the sweat-dampened flesh as he retreated once again.
“If you don’t fuck me I’m going to shoot you with your own gun,” she cried out harshly.