No he tossed me there, then grabbed a hold, and shoved me over.
It felt like that this time.
Like free-falling.
Like a moment of soaring nothingness until I slammed down into it, the impact ripping everything from me – my thoughts, my insecurities, my usual quietness.
All I knew as the pleasure started to ease was that my throat hurt like I had been screaming, my body felt slick, trembly, overwrought.
It was then that Kai kissed over my thighs, up my belly, slowly getting up, running his cheek over my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking it, working it with his tongue. Then moving across my chest to continue the beautiful torment.
Then, just as slowly, up between my breasts, tongue tracing my clavicle, then lips whispering up the side of my neck, teeth gently snagging my earlobe before his lips found mine again, softer, teasingly sweet, so gentle and unassuming that it took me by surprise when I felt the weight in my breasts again, the heaviness in my belly, the tightening in my core.
So caught up in the sensations, I hadn’t realized he was driving me up to the edge again in the most unassuming way possible.
My breath quickening, my hands moved down his back, grabbing the hem of his tee, slowly pulling it, watching as his arms lifted, allowing me to free him of it. My palms flattened on his shoulders, gaze holding his for as long as I could, wanting to see the pleasure in him like he had seen in me, but soon I couldn’t keep my eyes on his, and watched as my hands moved over his chest, tracing the gentle indentations of muscles beneath his smooth skin, delighting in the way they tensed under my touch. My fingers met the waistband of his jeans, anticipation making my skin electric as I worked the button and zipper free.
I took a deep breath as the backs of my knuckles grazed his boxer briefs, forcing my fingers to stay trained on their task as I pushed my hands toward the back, holding onto the waistbands with hooked thumbs so my other fingers were free to graze over his ass on the way down, my gaze rising to see heat in his eyes and the smallest of sexy smirks on his lips.
He didn’t get a chance to step out of the legs.
I couldn’t seem to contain my urge to give back, to show him even a hint of what he had shown to me twice already. So I lowered down to my knees in front of him, looking up to see him looking down at me, pure hunger overtaking his face. My hands went out, grabbing the material of his boxer briefs, pulling it wide as I pulled it down, watching as his cock came into view, thick, demanding, promising fulfillment.
But not yet.
Even if my sex was pulsing almost painfully at the idea of having him inside me.
Right now was all for him.
As soon as the material fell away, my gaze went back up, wanting to watch his reaction as my hand closed around the base of his cock, and my tongue moved out to trace over the head, lapping up the bead of precum there.
His air hissed out as his hand slammed into the wall, bracing himself as he watched me as my lips went around him, drawing him in inch by inch, feeling him grow thicker still as I started to work him, feeling the way his body tensed, his hand curled into my hair, his breath shuddered out of him.
Just when I was sure I was going to taste his release – an idea that sent a thrill through my body, suddenly the grip in my hair increased, yanking, pulling until I had no choice but to lose him, to rise to my feet to ease the sting.
He moved so fast that I could hardly catch it as he slammed me back against the wall, bent to retrieve his wallet, pulled out a condom, and protected us. I swear it happened at warp speed, before I could even register the ease of the sting at my scalp, he had finished those tasks, reached down to yank up my knee, slamming it back against the wall, then thrusting inside me, deep, hard, claiming every inch of me in the span of a blink, making a choked whimper escape me at the invasion, at the perfect way he filled me.
“Jules.” My name seemed to claw its way out of him, deep, needy, primal, and something within me called back to the sound.
He had stilled within me, buried deep, and my hand rose, moving to frame his jaw, waiting for his eyes to open as he took a steadying breath.
“All yours,” I reminded him, my leg breaking free, moving to curl around his back, holding him to me as I ground down on him, needing the motion more than I had needed anything else in my life.