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Our tongues intertwine as our hands roam over each other’s bodies, igniting a fire that’s been smouldering in me since we first met. She hisses when I graze her burn, but if anything it only seems to increase her desire.
Kayla pulls away, panting and flushed. “I need you,” she murmurs, her eyes full of desire and dark like bottled glass. I don’t need any further encouragement, grinning and rolling on top of her.
My lips and tongue are soon busy mapping out the sweet skin of her neck while she writhes underneath me.
“Honey—”
I love the sound of my name falling from her lips like a revered prayer. It’s a plea for more, to give her what she wants, what she needs, but she doesn’t know that she’s going to have to try harder than that to turn me into putty in her hands.
“—please,” she whimpers, sounding unsure of herself and how to handle me. I don’t want her to feel that way.
I pull back, so that I can see her face and gauge her reaction. She’s still flushed and her lips are swollen from our kiss. She takes my breath away and for a moment I’m so lost in her green gaze that I forget what she was begging for.
“Please what, darlin’?” I ask, shaking my head to clear myself from her spell. There was me thinking it would take more to turn me to putty, but it turns out, one look at those big doe-eyes and bee-stung lips and I’m a goner.
“Fuck me. I need you to,” she blurts out, her eyes pleading with mine, silently begging me to take her for myself.
She lifts her hips and moans softly as I slip my fingers between her thighs. She’s already wet and very ready for me.
“Say it again, Sugar,” I demand softly.
“Fuck me,” she repeats, her eyes fixed on mine.
“Soon,” I promise, kissing her to soothe the sting of my rebuttal.
I can’t promise her a love that I know I’d never be able to give her. How can I, when every fibre of my being is telling me that falling for her would be like falling off a cliff face? Instead, I give her what she wants, what she needs, what I can: pleasure and the promise of satisfaction.
I slip a finger inside her, pumping gently as her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. She moans into my mouth as I slip in a second finger, the action causing her to shudder and break our kiss. She closes her eyes, gasping.
I pause, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at me. My eyes are fixed on hers, not letting her look away. Slowly, her eyes flutter open and I see the pleasure there as her chest rises and falls in laboured gasps.
I stroke her a few more times, maintaining eye contact, until she squirms uncomfortably beneath me.
“Honey, don’t—”
I shut her up with a searing kiss. She needs to know that I see her; that she can’t, doesn’t need to, hide from me. Eye contact is sexy as fuck and I won’t let her shy away from my gaze.
“Come on, darlin’,” I coax, “Be good for me, give me what I want. Give in, Sugar.”
With a groan, she does exactly that and shudders around my fingers, her orgasm ripping through her. I kiss her deeply as he cries out into my mouth and I swallow her moans, loving the knowledge that I’m the one that did that to her.
I pull out of her gently, mindful not to make it too much of a shock for her. I smile as she throws her arms around me and pulls me to her, kissing me like she can’t get enough of me.
“Ummm, that was a wonderful way to wake up,” she purrs, stretching languidly with a content smile on her face.
“How are you feeling after yesterday?”
“Sore. Like I was tortured for hours at the hands of a bunch of psychopaths,” she quips.
Even though she chuckles to show she’s joking, I grimace, because it’s not funny. Thatiswhat happened, and she shouldn’t be so blasé about it.
“How are the piercings?” I ask, stroking one hand along the swell of her breast but being careful to avoid her swollen nipple.
I’ve never really been one for piercings, but there’s no denying that the rings look sexy as fuck on her. It’s like a brand of ownership, and I didn’t expect to like that as much as I do.
“Delicious,” she moans, batting my hands away so that she can squeeze her tits and play with the piercings. Fuck, that makes liquid heat flood my veins.
“And this one?” I reach out and gently run my thumb over the ring that’s piercing the hood of her clit. The rasping noise she makes sends lightning straight through to my dick. “Do you like that, Sugar?”
