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“That was fucking hot,” he rasped.
“Yeah, it was.” I nodded as I took in a trembling breath. My entire body was quivering uncontrollably.
“Are you shaking?” he asked, concern etching his dark features.
“I think it’s the comedown from the adrenaline rush. I’ve never done that before.”
His jaw ticked, and I wasn’t sure if I’d said the wrong thing. He already thought I was young, and now he probably thought I was inexperienced as well.
“I’m not a virgin,” I quickly clarified. “I’ve just never touched myself with anyone watching me.”
At my admission, his stare darkened with intensity. “Good.”
I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the fact that I wasn’t a virgin or if he was happy that I’d never touched myself in front of an audience before. Either way, I enjoyed his visceral response.
Without saying another word, he pushed off of me and stood up. The action caused my heart to sink with disappointment, which I knew was a selfish response. I was the one who had gotten off. I’d just had the best orgasm of my life. If anyone should feel disappointed, it would be Kane.
I sat up and started to reach for my clothes, which were beside the couch, when I noticed Kane was unbuttoning his pants. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Hope and anticipation burst inside of me like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
He unzipped his jeans, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband, and pushed the denim and his cotton boxer briefs down his legs before stepping out of them.
“Wow,” I breathed when I saw his manhood jutting proudly out from his groin. “That is impressive.”
The corner of his lips turned up in a grin.
I reached up to touch him, but his hand caught my wrist, his fingers wrapping tightly around it.
My eyes shot up to his as I tried to ascertain if I’d done something wrong.
“It’s been a long time for me. If you touch me, I can’t make any promises that I’ll last,” he answered my unspoken question.
It was quite the conundrum I was faced with. I’d wanted so badly to have an all-access pass to Kane Kingston’s body since I’d hit puberty. But now, it seemed I had to choose: did I want to feel him inside my sex or inside my mouth?
As badly as I wanted to taste him, if I had to choose, my va-jay-jay won out.
I scooted back and reclined, expecting him to lower down above me. But he didn’t. Instead, he bent down, wrapped his arms around me, and picked me up like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. My arms encircled his neck, and I held on tight as he took the stairs two at a time. Urgency radiated off of him as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck and enjoyed the ride.
When we walked through the door of his bedroom, I felt like I had to pinch myself. I was naked with Kane Kingston in his bedroom. I truly never thought this day would come. There was a soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the window, giving the space a very romantic vibe. As I looked around the room, I saw that it was masculine yet warm, and it smelled like him. I wondered if the woodsy, fresh scent was his aftershave or his natural scent.
He lowered me onto a large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room. As I scooted back against the pillows, I saw a sitting chair in one corner of the room with a Wishing Well PD jacket lying over it. A dresser with framed photos sat opposite the bed. A large window with sheer curtains was flanked by blackout shades to my right.
The rest of my observations were cut short when Kane lowered down on the bed. I expected him to lay on top of me, but again, he surprised me. He was on his side next to me. He stared down at my body, and as his fingers trailed along my bare stomach, he began to kiss my neck.
I felt my inner walls begin to clench again as his touch moved up and his hand cupped my breast. His thumb and forefinger began to tease my nipple, pinching the pebbled flesh. His tongue and lips covered my neck.
As much as I enjoyed his attention, I didn’t want to be a passive participant. I reached between our bodies, and my hand wrapped around his manhood. He swelled in my palm as his kisses trailed lower, and he sucked my breast into his mouth. I began stroking up and down his shaft as his hand moved lower, sliding between my thighs.
He suckled my breast as the tip of his finger brushed gently over my swollen, sensitive clit. He used just enough pressure to bring all the tiny nerves back to life without causing me any discomfort. My breath was labored as I felt my climax building once again. I’d never been able to have multiple orgasms. In fact, I assumed people who claimed to have them were exaggerating. Most of the time, I was lucky if I came once during an encounter.
But apparently, I just hadn’t been with the right partner. Because I was already close to the edge once again, and it seemed I wasn’t the only one. Kane was swelling in my palm. I had to admit that as much as I wanted to actually have intercourse with Kane, I was enjoying this level of foreplay. Most of the guys I’d been with got right to the main event. This felt sensual. It felt intimate.
Just as I was surrendering to the rush of pleasure my body was building to, Kane moved so that he was on top of me. My thighs parted as his rock-hard shaft nestled between my legs. His manhood pulsed against my feminine lips as his mouth crashed down onto mine in a claiming kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips and met mine.
My hands roamed over his bare back as flames of passion, unlike I’d ever known, heated our bodies. His hips ground against mine, and I felt the length of his cock slide along the wet seam of my sex. As badly as I wanted him inside of me, the friction of his manhood was picking up where his finger had left off. If he continued grinding against me, I could easily explode into oblivion.
Just when I was once again on the precipice of release, he broke our kiss and shifted. He leaned beside me and grabbed something out of the nightstand. It took me a second before I realized he was putting on a condom.
I’d been so swept away by everything that was happening that I hadn’t even considered protection. I was on the pill, but I still always used protection because I never felt like I could trust my partners, and it turned out I couldn’t.
