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Reaching my shoulder, Kel presses me onto my back, finally sliding my bra off. “You’re so beautiful, Maggie. Like a sunrise.” He drinks me in, rough fingertips lightly tracing the swell of my breasts. His eyes are soft as he takes his time, learning every curve and dip of my body. I welcome the touch, aching for him to touch me everywhere. But I let him take the lead and instead of straddling him like I want, I stay where I am.
The moment I realize just how easily I could lay here and let this man worship me, and how easy it would be to fall deep into the security of it, my heart races. I need to control myself, not let this become more than it is. Kel, and everything that he offers, is a temptation I’m not sure I can resist, especially if he keeps whispering such sweet nothings.
“I’m more of a sunset girl myself.” I smile up at him, pulling the scattered pieces of my brain together so I can keep this light. Just because Kel is apparently a very thorough lover doesn’t mean he’s doing anything as silly as making love to me.
I shove my stupid heart back inside her cage, reminding myself to take charge. To pick up the pace and turn this into a night of great orgasms and nothing more. I reach for Kel, letting my fingers trace his cock. It jumps in my hand, eager for my touch, and Kel groans. It’s thick and hard, pre-cum already making it slick in my hand.
“Fuuuuuck, Maggie.” The rest of Kel’s exclamation is lost as he dives in to kiss me. This kiss is more like the moment in his car earlier—desperate, needy, hard. And far, far easier for me to lose myself in without worrying about my heart getting the wrong idea. This is need, pure and simple.
Kel makes quick work of my underwear and I roll on top of him, straddling his thighs while I work my hands up and down his cock. He grips my hips, kneading his strong fingers into the tender flesh each time I roll my hips against his. I keep working my hands up and down his shaft as Kel slides his thumb to my clit, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine while he slowly increases the pressure.
We stay like this, his gasps and my moans mixing in the otherwise quiet hotel room. His touch stokes the embers of what I’ve been feeling all day, the hot and cold finally blossoming into a steady heat. “Yes, keep touching me,” I breathe out as his thumb hits just the right spot. “Right there.”
“Are you gonna come for me?” Kel’s question is rough, with a hint of the stern disciplinarian I’ve seen before. The idea of him ordering me to come in that voice sends a shiver of delight down my spine.
“I will if you keep doing that.”
“And what if you ride my face? How fast will you come if I eat you for dessert?” Kel slides down the bed, his cock grazing along my seam for a delicious moment before he picks me up and resettles me over his shoulders. “Hands on the wall, Maggie.”
Again, that demanding growl sends a shiver down my spine, which turns into a full-body sensation as Kel pulls me down to sit on his face. He licks long and slow along my core, his tongue flat and warm. With a moan, I give in to the sensation as he works his tongue through my folds, his fingers firm on my ass, holding me in place. “Yes, that’s good. So good,” I chant over and over as he works me with the same deliberate thoroughness he’s shown in everything else.
Kel’s hands slide up my spine as my orgasm builds. Dropping my head against the wall, I grind down against his mouth, chasing the feeling. Kel groans against me and the vibration twists the pleasure racing toward me just a little higher. “Ah, fuck. Yes, Kel.”
I bite my arm, trying to contain the noises I’m making. Desperate, my orgasm hovering just out of reach, I bury one hand in Kel’s hair, gripping it as I pull him toward me. With a deep noise that’s barely audible over my own panting, Kel grips my ass with one hand and my breast with the other, spearing his tongue inside me. The combined wave of sensation pushes me over the edge and my orgasm rolls through me.
“Oh god, fuck. That was…” I release my grip on his hair, my shaking legs barely able to untangle myself to slide onto the bed beside Kel. He rolls onto his side to face me, a satisfied grin on his face.
He pinches my chin to kiss me slowly, deeply. I can taste myself on his lips and it’s so fucking hot. I wriggle closer so I can touch him. The man is an effortless work of art—his chest and shoulders sculpted by the hard work he does every day, a subtle kind of strength. “Sprinkles, you taste delicious.” He nibbles along my jaw as I trace my fingers along his ribs and down to his dimpled ass.
Kel continues his exploration of my neck, moving down to my collarbones as his free hand skims along my waist. His thumb grazes the underside of my boob and I can’t help my sigh of satisfaction at his touch. “Mmm, something tells me these breasts of yours are going to be very fun for me.” Kel grins before he sweeps his tongue along the upper curve of each.
The usual cringe that I feel when men pay attention to my D-cups never appears as Kel palms my breast, bringing his lips down to the tight nipple and sucking gently. “Sensitive,” I manage to get out before he rolls me onto my back, lips and tongue working one, while his hand works the other. He’s firm, but gentle, instead of biting and tugging like so many others have done.
Pleasure sparkles through me at the way he takes his time learning every centimeter of my sensitive skin. Is the man never in a hurry? Again, my idiotic heart wants to revel in the way Kel seems determined to wring every drop of pleasure out of my body, instead of staying safe behind my ribs.
Desperate to stop the feelings that are barreling down on me, I push Kel onto his back, swinging my leg over him so I’m straddling his chest. “Don’t move.” I give him a saucy wink before I start kissing my way down his body. The vaguely floral scent of the hotel soap lingers on his still-damp skin. His skin is surprisingly soft, as is the light sprinkling of hair that covers his chest and leads me down to my target.
Kel curses as I take him in my mouth and I have to pause and smile—knowing that I broke his calm and stoic exterior is particularly satisfying. Sliding my lips along his shaft, wrapping my tongue around the tip and hearing him react becomes a sort of game. Can I make him lose control? Can I bend him to my mercy the same way he had me mindless with pleasure a few moments ago?
His thighs stiffen beneath my hands as I take him deep in my throat. “Fuck, Sprinkles, you’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”
I grin up at him, enjoying the strain etched on his face as I stroke his cock against my cheek. “Maybe that was the point.”
“Fuck,” he growls. In a flash, he’s sitting up, back resting against the headboard. He reaches for me, hands firm under my arms and pulls me close so I’m straddling him again, then kisses my protests away. His cock is nestled between my thighs, so close to being where I’m desperate for it. “Maggie.” Kel whispers my name like a prayer before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth. “God, I want to know what you feel like. How tight and hot you are.”
His hips are thrusting against mine, my body rolling against him in response. Another orgasm builds, a low, deep heat inside me, and all the reasons I was trying to keep some distance between us are suddenly stupid. “Fuck, I want you, Kel.”
Kel’s strong hands are everywhere, his lips dragging across my cheek before nipping at my ear. “Are you sure?” He thrusts against me again and his cock is so close to impaling me I want to cry. “I’m clean, I swear.”
In answer, I slide my hands between us to grip him, guiding him to my slit. We both cry out as I sink down on him. The relief as his cock fills me mingles with pleasure so intense I whimper.
I lift myself and settle back down, relishing the sensation as Kel groans in my ear. “Fuck, yes. You feel so good, Maggie.”
I work my hips from above while Kel thrusts from below, each of us chasing the pleasure of coming together. I’m close to another orgasm when Kel leans forward, gathering me close and biting down on the spot between my shoulder and neck. His cock pulses inside me and he slides a thumb across my clit, triggering another orgasm to come barreling down on me.
Kel’s lips replace his teeth, soothing the skin. His hands sweep softly over my back and hips, as if taking stock that I’m with him and in one piece. My breathing slows as he tucks me against his chest, pressing soft kisses to the side of my head. The growly, demanding giant who just made me come harder than I ever have transforms back into the careful, gentle man who took care of me at his house.
I could fall for either version of this complicated man, but both combined? Lethal to my careful plans to take this slow and keep my fragile heart safe.
