“I like when you look at me,” she glances back at me, sobering a little, “you told me once you wanted me when you first saw me. I wish I saw you look at me. You would have had me then,” she says softly, but something heavy is in her eyes.
All that time I spent watching her from afar, thinking I had no chance, I wish I could have back. I wanted her so badly for so long, but I wouldn’t take the chance. I told myself it was just a passing thing. An unhealthy obsession I would get over.
Now I know I won’t ever get over her or what she makes me feel.
Over the past few weeks, I've found a place in her life. It’s more than us being unable to keep our hands off each other. It’s more than some obsession. I shared parts of my life, parts of myself, with her and I've never tried that before. I’ve never taken a chance on something like this before and I'll be damned if I pretend it’s less than it is.
It was not just want I was feeling for her—it was, and is, and always will belove.
I loved her laugh, her smile, and the way she lit up when she talked about food or her place. I loved all of thatbeforeshe laughed with me, gave me a smile that is just mine, and talked to me about her hopes for Bite. I loved her body, her light eyes, and the way she walked down the street unaware that every head turned to look.
“I did my best to be sure you never saw me,” I admit as I reach out to trace her mouth with my thumb. “I wanted you so badly. I was mad with it. It didn’t make sense. I thought...I thought I could never have you, could never give you what I thought he was giving you. What did I know about being good enough for someone like you?” I move close to her, needing the press of her softness to soothe me.
“Oh, Keegan, honey,” her eyes sparkle in the twilight. “You silly, pretty fool. You had me the minute youletme see you,” she swears, reaching up on her toes to kiss me softly.
At first, it is sweet and soft, just like her. I once thought her expensive clothes, fancy food, and rich friends said she was anythingbutsoft. But for me, she isso soft. Warm and funny, she laughs easy and often, cries at bad movies, and spoils my dog. She goes so soft when I touch her or when she touches me—which is often.
As I'm thinking about her softness, I become anything but soft. Her kiss turns from sweet to hungry, her tongue licking at my mouth before it pushes past my lips. Need pumps through my veins and my apron tents. I start to lift her, needing to get her open to me and get inside her.
“Don’t be so impatient,” she pants against my mouth, breaking away a little, “what did I just say?”
“I can’t remember, I can barely remember my name when you kiss me like that, babe.” I bend my head to kiss her jaw as my hands slip back to grasp handfuls of her ass.
“I said,” she puts force in her words, pushing me back gently, “you had me the minute you let me see you. You have me. You don’t need to be impatient; I'm going nowhere. Well, I am going somewhere...” Her voice goes from soft to sexy in a breath.
With those eyes holding mine, she drops to her knees in front of me. My fingers tunnel in her glossy hair, tipping her head back as she unties the apron around my waist. My cock springs out and she lets out a little sound. A wicked grin curves her mouth before she tilts forward, licking the tip and humming greedily.
“Christ, baby,” I groan as she wraps her lips around me and takes me deep into her throat.
Kady indulges in pleasure the same way she does food. She loves when I spend hours between her legs, feasting off her. But only if she gets to spend some time on her knees for me to return the favor. She is give and take in everything we do together. Her pleasure starts the minute she knows I'm pleased—just the way she loves to feed people because it makes her feel good.
“That’s it baby,” I start to pump my hips as she works her hands to stroke me, “stop, I want inside you when I come.”
Her long moan vibrates around my cock and I almost blow down her throat. I pull out of her mouth and tug her up, spinning her. With a sweep of my arm, I clear the counter to bend her over it. I take a moment to enjoy the view of her body wrapped just in her apron. I give a swat at her ass before I bend to lick at her slit, suckling at her stickiness.
“Jesus,” she shouts, hand coming back to fist my hair, “your mouth makes me forget my name!” she repeats my words with a laugh before I suck at her clit and she shudders with an orgasm.
Standing, I yank the strings on her apron to untie them, slipping my hands over her. Cupping her sex in one hand and her throat in the other, I slam into her from behind. She screams her orgasm as I pump into her tightness as I fuck her hard. It’s needy and demanding and my own orgasm starts to rocket through me too soon.
“Kady,” I bend over her as we both pant, pressing my mouth to her neck, “come for me again, baby. I need it, I need to feel you go tight and greedy for my cock,” I order with a growl but I'm so close I don’t know if I can wait.
Sinking my teeth into her sweet flesh, I strum at her clit as I slide in and out of her heat. I need to get her there with me. I need it every single time more than the time before. I tease her that she’s greedy for my cock, but the truth is, I'm just as greedy for her. For her sounds and her calling my name as she gives me what I know she never gave anyone else.
I need it, I crave it, I feel starved for it.
“Yes, yes,” her hands slam on the counter, her hips twisting to take me deeper, “don’t stop, I'm coming! Oh....god...Keegan!”
Feeling her shake with her orgasm, I grip her shoulders and slam into her once more. I shout too, muttering her name, how good she feels as she coats my cock with her pleasure, and how badly I crave her. Crumpled together, we catch our breath and laugh together when the timer for the oven goes off.
She pops in the pumpkin seeds and ushers me out to start a movie. As soon as I cue up a flick, she’s there with popcorn and promises of more snacks later. I laugh because I know she means the pumpkin seeds.
I have tastier plans—before the credits roll on the movie, I'm feasting on my favorite snack—her.