Page 63 of The Sound of Harmony

“Take me, Kendrick,” she panted. And she found that she could speak after all. “You’re so talented with your mouth. Show me how you use it. I want you to kiss me and lick me. My face, my body, everywhere. And then, I want you inside me.”

Kendrick made a sound halfway between a groan and a growl. It was the hungriest sound she’d ever heard. It vibrated inside her chest as sparks of excitement shot through her.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” he asked. “Your place?”

Emma reared back. No. They couldn’t do it at her place. That was out of the question. No, no, no. “Here,” she said.

Kendrick gestured to the piles of boxes. “I wanted our first time to be someplace better.”

“Here,” she insisted. “It has to be here. Let’s go upstairs.”

“I don’t even know if I have a bed or what shape it’s in. And do we have protection?”

Emma almost laughed out loud. “I made your bed.”

“You did?”

“And you’re stocked with condoms.”

Kendrick’s face was a mixture of awe and glee. “Hot damn, I love how organized you are.”

She took his hand and raced him upstairs. The evening light shone through the makeshift blinds in the bedroom window, giving everything a warm glow. She frantically tugged at his clothes as he tugged at hers, and somehow, in a mess of fabric and a flurry of buttons and zippers, they were finally naked.

He was stunning. His broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist, and he was lean through the chest with firm abs. His arms were long, his ass tight, his skin flawless. Her eyes darted lower. He was hard and wonderful and all hers.

Emma fell back on the bed with Kendrick on top of her. He kissed her eyelids and her cheeks and her ears. He tongued her breasts and tickled her ribs. He stroked her legs. Everywhere he touched tingled, as if he was leaving a glowing trail of fingerprints all over her body. Everything in the room smelled like sweet, hot lust. It smelled like Kendrick. She was surrounded by him, enveloped in his presence.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

Emma took stock of herself. She was more than okay. She was sheltered in Kendrick’s arms. Cherished. Safe. Her heart was beating hard, but more from anticipation than anything else. She trusted Kendrick. And she wanted him so much. “Yes,” she said.

“I’m glad,” he said. “Because I want to do this.” He kissed his way down her side, across her hip, down her leg to that exquisitely sensitive spot at the back of her knee.

“Oh,” Emma mewled as he kissed her with little flicks of the tongue that had her panting and squirming. And when he moved to the other leg, a little cry left her lips as he touched her in the perfect spot.

She rolled on top of him and kissed him in turn. Even when their mouths were busy, they murmured softly against each other’s skin, the nonsense syllables and tiny endearments providing a constant background hum. Kendrick had an unerring sense of rhythm, knowing when to go faster and when to slow down and linger. He anticipated every whim, kissing and nibbling in a way that sent delicious tremors through her.

It was a conversation without words. Kendrick’s caress was a question. How does your body work? Emma’s response was the answer. Touch me here. Kiss me there. Their bodies said everything they needed to say.

And finally, when their passion was stirred to a fever pitch, he entered her. Emma let out a soft moan as they moved together.

After their hot, frantic foreplay, Emma was expecting more of the same, but this was the slower, more deliberate movement of the symphony. They took time to savor every nuance of each other’s bodies. She couldn’t believe something so unhurried could be so exciting. But as they moved together, it was like two notes sounding in unison. Every caress, every kiss, every touch added to the harmonious whole.

And then they went from adagio to allegro, moving faster, Kendrick’s hot passion stirring her own. Her breathing was ragged. She couldn’t seem to control it, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the two of them, moving as one. Kendrick understood her need and ground into her, urging her on.

An electric hum pulsed through her body, vibrating at a higher and higher pitch. Her nerves tingled from his touch and she was so hot, so ready for her climax. She cried out as she came, almost singing her pleasure, and Kendrick’s sounds of release provided the counterpoint.

They stayed joined for a long moment as Kendrick showered her face and neck in gentle kisses. He finally withdrew and helped her lie back on the bed, covering her with the blanket and snuggling under it with her. They faced each other on adjacent pillows, breathing together, enjoying the afterglow.

For a long moment, neither of them made a sound. No words. No music. They were together in a bubble of silent satisfaction. Kendrick smoothed her hair and rubbed her back as Emma drifted in contentment.

“Do you need anything?” he asked. “Water? Another pillow?”

“I’m not even sure what planet I’m on, so I’ll say no.” She nibbled his ear. “What do you want?”

Kendrick propped himself up on one elbow. “Besides you? Tacos. I’m starving. Want to go to Casa Mucho?”