Desiree
Khane woke me from a deep, dreamless slumber with a plate of food. Breakfast in bed. I couldn’t contain my silly smile. Just when I assumed I couldn’t fall any deeper for him, he would give me another peek at how wonderful he could be.
“I’m going to take a shower.” He took off before I could get a word out. The guilt of what we had done had been written all over his face. Guilt hadn’t hit me yet. It lingered, waiting until I faced Arjen. I ate in silence, but the noise in my head wouldn’t ease, calling up all the explicit images of Khane and me.
Once I’d finished eating, I eased my sore and aching body up and padded to the kitchen. After setting the dishes in the sink, I strutted boldly into the bathroom while Khane was in the shower.
He glared in my direction as I peed, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth, but the fog on the glass was too thick for me to read his expression. I had always been way too comfortable with him, and my using the bathroom with him in it was another example of it.
Since I was naked and needed a shower, I slid the door open and stepped inside, easing behind him. He didn’t protest my intrusion, didn’t even stop me when I took the soap from his hand and started washing his back.
Khane possessed every living attribute of the man I daydreamed about. He was the epitome of who I pictured in my wet dreams. I slid my fingers over and across his muscles, through his wet hair, and let them glide along his bearded chin. To have all of this male hotness in the palm of my hands should have been a sin. Instead, it was a delicious fantasy that I was getting a chance to live.
We took turns soaping each other up. The task was an intimate form of foreplay that I would never forget. Once we re-entered the bedroom, he rummaged through the dresser to find me something else to wear.
He should have put clothing on before he sought to dress me because I was unable to stop my hands from caressing his tight ass. The touch put an end to his search. He turned and let his gaze trace every inch of my naked body.
“How much longer do we have?” Heat dripped from my tone, and I pulsed with the demanding urgency that he knew how to calm.
He turned to face me, his gaze growing heavier by the second. “A few hours.” He had given me an answer, and in my crazed mind, it meant that we were on the same page. This would be our last time.
After this, we would never be able to touch each other again. A painful ache shot through my heart at the impacting thought. It had me desperate to stoke our connection until the very end. I didn’t know about him, but I was ready to mess up the shower we had just taken.
A deep sigh left him while he peered down at me, holding an expression of indecision like he didn’t know what to do with me. It didn’t take but a moment for his expression to change to one unleashing an obscene amount of lust.
The stiff prize waiting below called my attention, and it didn’t take me but a hot second to drop to my knees. I had wanted his dick in my mouth since the moment I saw the first full view of it, and I was not leaving this cabin until I got my taste.
Hard and waiting, I wrapped my hands around his thickness and guided it into my mouth. Although my eyes were aimed up at Khane’s, the profile of his dick took my attention.
The first brush of my tongue across the head closed my eyes. I had been daydreaming about how his dick would feel filling up my mouth and how he would taste. Reality shattered my pipe dream and made it a weak afterthought. I took him in deep, my mouth watering around his length as his body shivered from my action.
“Mmm,” I moaned, loving the taste of his pre-cum, sweet and mouthwatering. I slid my hand over one of his firm ass cheeks and tugged him closer as I licked and sucked, already addicted to the taste of him. The head kissed the back of my throat and caused me to gag, but I was too aroused to stop.
His heavy moans, tensing body, and the hard shivers rolling through him were all a result of the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth. His reaction spiked my eagerness to give him more. When I started spinning my hand, twirling my tongue, and letting his length inch down my throat with each deep suck, he tried to pull away.
“Desiree. Shit. You’re going to make me cum.”
Yes. Come.I thought, unwilling to let go of his dick. I want to taste you on my tongue, sliding down my throat, and filling up my mouth.
The wish was shattered when he managed to wiggle his dick out of my mouth. He was breathing like he’d been running, and his muscles bulged so hard they threatened to rip through his skin. I had been enjoying myself so much that I hadn’t realized how close to the edge he had been.
I was ready to protest him stopping me, but before I was able to take my next breath, I felt myself go airborne, and then my naked ass kissed the cold surface of the dresser he had been rummaging through. I suppose he hadn’t been ready to cum yet.
His smoldering gaze burned my exposed skin before his lips wrapped around my nipple. He balanced my tight bud on his tongue like a dark diamond set on a pink velvety display cloth. The sight and sweet pleasure melted me into a puddle of flames. Without a second to gather myself, his exploring mouth was making its way down to my spread legs until his lips kissed my lower ones. He devoured me with his heat-seeking tongue, using his mouth as a painter would use their favorite brush.
I greedily accepted his play, working my hips, widening my legs as I leaned back and reached above me to grip the mirrored portion of the dresser I was spread atop. My free hand trembled through his hair before digging into his shoulder.
His soft lips caressed my lower ones with an intoxicating firmness while his tongue filled me with his passionate heat. When the sensation of him sucking my clit and fucking my pussy with his tongue at the same time took over, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I shattered instantly. “Khane! Baby!”
Too breathless to continue, I was forced to allow my heaving moans to express my appreciation.
He lifted me so fast, I lost the breaths I’d been trying to catch, but it didn’t stop my legs from wrapping around his waist. The inner parts of my trembling thighs flirted with his bulging abs as his fire-hot skin brought more heat to our already untamed flame.
Next thing I knew, my back was pressed against the cold hardness of the wall, not even realizing we had turned away from the dresser. The pressure of his hard body kept me pinned firmly against the wall as more pressure from his stance widened my legs. His fingers teased their way down my body before he traced my wetness, readying me for him.
When his hot leaking head kissed my sopping wetness, I moaned at the connection. My pussy was already sensitive because I hadn’t come all the way down from the beautiful orgasm he had gifted me with his mouth. I’d had more sex in the last fourteen hours than I’d had in the last two years.
The pressure of the first thrust sent him halfway in, meeting the strength of my inner resistance. The muscles spasmed, attempting to accommodate his massive prize. Once I decided I liked the pressure and the heavy fullness he offered, my walls relaxed and allowed him all the way in. I fed fervently on him, never having enjoyed anything so fulfilling.