rest of this one can be all about pleasing your pussy?”
She laughed, simply because his suggestion made her uncommonly happy. She’d love the rest of the night be all about pleasing her pussy.
“I think it should be about pleasing your cock too,” she said.
“Ladies first.”
She squealed in surprise when he grabbed her around the waist and started to lift her over his head.
“Put your legs over the back of the sofa,” he instructed.
She could scarcely see the back of the sofa. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I can hold you to my mouth like this for more than twenty seconds.” He tipped his head to trace her cleft with his tongue. “And I’m going to need at least twenty minutes.”
Feeling completely off balance, she slid one leg over his shoulder and the back of the sofa and then the other, so that his head was between her legs.
“Now lean back.”
She clung to his head like a treed kitten. “I’ll fall.”
“I’ve got you.”
She still didn’t feel secure, because she wasn’t sure what to expect and the room was so dimly lit, but she did trust him, so she let go and cautiously leaned back. He helped support her with a hand on her belly and another under her back until she found herself virtually upside down with her head between his knees, hair trailing down over his shins and the floor. Good lord, her legs were draped over the back of the sofa, and Kellen was seated beneath her with his face between her thighs and his hands gripping her ass. What in the world had she gotten herself into? She felt like some sort of perverse acrobat.
“Perfect,” he said. “Let me know if you get dizzy.”
She was already dizzy, but as his mouth latched onto her clit and his strong hands dug into her ass to pull her to his face, she could only focus on the pleasure between her trembling thighs.
The rapid flicks of his tongue against her clit made her come far too quickly, and she was actually pouting when he slid her ass down his belly so she could right herself again.
“You’re so good at that,” she said. “I scarcely have time to figure out where your tongue is before I’m coming.”
“I’ve had lots of practice.”
But not on Sara, because Dawn remembered Kellen saying that Sara hadn’t enjoyed oral. Dawn began questioning the girl’s sanity.
“On who?” she asked, wishing she could suck the words back in as soon as they erupted from her mouth. She honestly didn’t want to know how many women he’d draped upside down over his body so he could be comfortable while he licked them to orgasm.
“Women I tied up with Owen, mostly. We haven’t done it for months though.”
“Why not?” Oh, shut up, Dawn. Just shut up. Thinking about Kellen tying women and putting his mouth on them made her stomach ache when she had no business feeling jealous of women he’d been with before her.
“Owen gave me a thoughtful Christmas present. Perhaps a bit too thoughtful. It reminded me of Sara. Made me question what I was doing. So I stopped doing it.”
“What did he give you?”
“A leather wrist cuff.”
She touched the leather band around his right wrist.
“Not this one,” he said, capturing her hand and circling it with a loose fist to hold it against the worn leather. “I’ve had this one since I started playing guitar. Sort of a good luck charm. Owen gave me a cuff for my other wrist. I was down on the beach trying to get rid of it when the storm hit.”
“Trying to get rid of it?”
“Yeah, I said goodbye to Sara and tossed the cuff into the ocean. It washed back to me in a matter of minutes. Destiny at play again. I don’t think she was ready for me to let her go yet. And then I heard your song and… I’m not sure what possessed me to come to your door. It was as if I couldn’t stay away.”
“Oh, that was definitely destiny,” she said with a smile. Maybe it was wrong of her to progress her own agenda by using his beliefs to draw him in. Or maybe it had been destiny that had landed him on her doorstep. She didn’t have all the answers. Sometimes she wondered if she had any.
“I’m sure it was,” he said. “I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do now. Being with you feels right, unless I think of Sara. And then it feels so very wrong.”
Dawn shifted so she could face him. She straddled his thighs again and took his face in both hands. She could just see the sparkle of his dark eyes in the candlelight. “Then don’t think of her,” she said. “Think of me.”
She kissed him deeply, pulling away when his hands tightened on her hips and his kiss turned desperate.
She yanked her mouth away. “Who’s kissing you, Kellen?”
“You.”
“Say my name.”
“Dawn. Dawn’s kissing me.”
She lowered her head and kissed his neck, nibbling and sucking on the corded muscles of his throat. He moaned.
“Who’s making you moan, Kellen?” she whispered in his ear.
“Dawn,” he said breathlessly. “Dawn is also making my spine tingle and my belly quiver.”
“Is Dawn making your dick hard?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She kissed his chest and stroked his skin with both palms. She loved the excited hitch in his breathing as much as she loved the texture of his skin against her hands. “Who’s touching you, Kellen?”
“Dawn.”
She slid onto the floor between his thighs and felt around in the dark until she had his thick shaft captured between her hands. “Who’s giving you head?”
“What?”
She directed his cock into her mouth and rubbed his rim with her lips stretched tight over her teeth.
“Dawn,” he gasped.
She sucked as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each dip. She loved the way he was chanting her name under his breath. Unexpectedly, his fists clenched in her hair and stopped her motions. He fell free of her mouth, and she looked up at him in question, cursing the darkness because she couldn’t see his face at all. Had she done something wrong?
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.
“U-u-upstairs.”
He helped her to her feet.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked. Was her inexperience showing again? He’d seemed to be enjoying it, but maybe she’d been reading him wrong.
“I was almost to the point of no return.”
“That’s what I was going for,” she said.
“But I want this one to last. Did you change your mind about wanting me in your bed?”
“Are you staying the night?” Dawn asked. She would love to wake up beside Kellen and watch him sleep. She wanted to see his bronze skin bathed in morning sunlight. Not that he didn’t look spectacular by candlelight, but he’d been drowning in darkness far too long and it was time for light to illuminate him once more.
“That depends,” he said, stroking her bare arms with feather-light touches.
“On what?”
“If I’m capable of moving when I’m finished making love to you.”
Heat flooded her body. She’d never had a man make her feel so desirable.
“And considering all the things I want to do to you and with you,” he said, his face mostly concealed by shadows as he leaned closer, “I don’t think I’ll be able to leave afterwards unless you call in a stretcher.”
He took her hand and led her to the piano to collect the other condom she retrieved from her purse and handed her the last burning candle. Using the limited light to find her way, Dawn shuffled to the staircase that led to her bedroom. Kellen climbed the stairs behind her. Occasionally his fingers would brush her back, her shoulder, or her buttocks. She knew his eyes were on her so as much as she wanted to race up the stairs and leap into bed, she took her time, luring him to follow her, increasing her anticipation and hopefully his. At the top of the steps, she turned the corner and walked along the railing that was no longer decorated with a whi
msical garland of seashells dangling from blue and tan rope.
On the threshold of the bedroom, she paused and looked behind her to make sure Kellen was still following. He walked as silently as a cat and hadn’t touched her since they’d reached the top of the stairs. He’d stopped several paces behind her and was staring. Had he changed his mind? She would try to be understanding if he had, but damn, she wanted him to lie beside her in that big comfortable bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Looking at you,” he said as he hurried to catch up with her.
She allowed her gaze to travel up his long, muscular legs. The sexy vee of his hipbones drew attention to his cock, which stood rigid before him. He was so hard, she could see the tortuous ridges of veins beneath the surface of his darkened skin. She forced her attention upward. His washboard abs begged to be nibbled on. Her hand clenched at the thought of exploring the contours of his firm chest. Her gaze didn’t make it higher than the two bumps at the base of his throat. She grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him toward the bed.
She’d stare tomorrow. For the rest of the night, she just wanted to feel him. She set the candle on the bedside table and gave her hands liberty to touch him. Everywhere.
He grew impatient quickly and lifted her onto the high king-sized bed, settling over her so he could trail soft kisses across her chest.
“Don’t know what it is about these freckles that I find so sexy,” he said, rubbing his lips and tongue over her speckled skin as if determined to collect the little spots in his mouth.
“I’ve always hated them,” she admitted. She didn’t tan. In the sun, she generated dots, dots, and more dots, but never enough to completely cover her in an even tone. She envied Kellen’s darker skin color.
“They’re beautiful,” he said. “Every last one of them.”
He discovered her breast as he kissed her freckles. His lips brushed soft butterfly kisses around her areola until her back arched in bliss, and he flicked his tongue over the hardened tip.
She moaned his name and her fingers stole into his long, silky hair. She freed the thick mass from the tie at his nape, and it tumbled around his face to caress her skin as he pleasured her breast. She’d never thought long hair on a man was especially attractive, but it worked for Kellen. And as he kissed his way down her ribcage, it tickled her skin and worked for her too. He nibbled around her navel and continued lower. Lower. Was he going to kiss her there again? It was as if he couldn’t stay away.
He nuzzled her mound, his breath hot between her thighs, his glorious hair draped over her belly. She parted her legs for him, and he groaned.
“You smell so sexy,” he murmured. His tongue worked its way into her cleft and brushed her swollen clit.
She gasped as pleasure shot down the insides of her thighs, up her spine, all through her pussy, and even deeper inside her.
“So sexy,” he said. “And when I lick you here…” His tongue stroked her clit. “It just gets sexier.”
“Feel free to make it as sexy as possible,” she said.
He chuckled. “I’d hate to become boring because I’m so fixated on tasting you again and again and again.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m not bored with that at all.”
And she doubted she’d ever get bored with the way his mouth moved against her clit, her lips, her opening. She rocked her hips involuntarily as he rapidly brought her to the pinnacle of desire and pushed her over the edge. His fingers slid inside her as she came. Again. She’d lost track of how many times the man’s mouth had sent her flying to nirvana. She clung to the bedspread beneath her as she shook with release.
By the time his lips moved from her clit to brush the inside of her thigh, she was trembling uncontrollably. Her legs had turned to jelly.
He kissed his way back up her body. His fingers, still buried deep, began to move inside her. She recognized the rhythmic rise and fall of his tempo as the cadence of the sea and her song. He suckled her nipple as his fingers drew her back toward her peak. She hadn’t even fully recovered from her last orgasm by the time he had her writhing in ecstasy and begging for more. His thumb brushed her clit. She groaned in torment; her body didn’t know how to find release again. That unbearable feeling of almost had her in its clutches and wouldn’t let go.
Kellen shifted his mouth to her other breast, his fingers still plunging into her body in that same maddening rhythm. A finger brushed her back entrance, and she gasped in surprise. His thumb worked her clit again. She could hear how wet she was as he continued to pump his fingers into her body.
“I can’t take much more,” she said.
He bit her nipple, and her hips lifted from the bed.
“You might as well stop fighting it then, because I’m not going to stop until you come.”
“I can’t,” she cried.
“You will.”
He sucked her nipple so hard she felt the pull in her womb, and then his devious mouth worked its way down her torso again. He peppered her mound with tiny nips. It drove her insane, but it was nowhere near as maddening or exciting as the unwavering rhythm of his fingers plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing. She strained against his hand, needing to come so badly, wanting to, but she just couldn’t. She teetered on the edge for an eternity.
“I should have known you’d be stubborn,” Kellen said.
“I’m trying.”
“That’s the problem, baby. You’re trying. Just feel me, Dawn. Feel my rhythm. Our rhythm. Do you hear it?”
She heard the sounds of flesh moving inside slick flesh. The creak of the bed. Her breathing and his. The pounding of the surf outside her window. She could even hear the pulse throbbing in her ears if she concentrated hard enough.
He placed his lips against her mound and hummed her melody. She exploded like a supernova. Her core tightened as waves of ecstasy ripped through her body. Fluids gushed from her clenching pussy. Stunned, she lifted her head to gape at Kellen, but the pleasure was too intense, so her head dropped back on the bed and she squeezed her eyes shut as she continued to ride the waves of bliss shattering her.
“Fuck, yes,” Kellen said in a sexy growl. His fingers slipped free of her body so he could lick her freely flowing cum like a starving man.
She wasn’t sure when he stopped making out with her pussy or when he turned her onto her belly. She was still recovering from whatever the hell had just happened when she became aware of his strong hands massaging the globes of her ass. Each time he tugged her cheeks apart, her rear opening ached, until she was rubbing her mound against the mattress beneath her, wanting more of him. More. How could she possibly want more?
He shifted so he was suspended over her back. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of her seam. She strained against him. Wanting him inside her.
“Do you like it in your ass, Dawn?” he whispered.
Her heart kicked with the thrill of anxiety mixed with excitement. She’d never done that before. “I don’t know.”
“We’ll have to find out sometime,” he said, taking her from behind, filled her aching pussy with ten inches of rock-hard cock.
“Oh God,” she cried.
He gripped her hipbones and lifted her lower belly slightly off the bed. Her legs were too far apart for her to rise to her knees and when she tried, he pressed her chest back down with a palm in the center of her back.
“Stay where I put you,” he said.
A bit of her temper flared, but it was extinguished when he began to move. He fucked her so hard, she had no choice but to fuck him back. She relished the fullness, the friction, the hint of pain, the explosion of pleasure. God, he was deep. So deep.
“Do you like to be fucked face down, Dawn?” he said.
“Yes. Yes! I’m gonna come again. Kellen.”
She wasn’t just saying that to spur him on. As another astonishingly hard orgasm gripped her, she clung to the bedspread, her mouth wide open since she couldn’t get enough air no ma
tter how hard she panted.
His strokes slowed abruptly. She thought he must have found release too, but she soon realized he was just changing his rhythm.
He trailed his fingers through the sweat that had pooled on her lower back.
“I need to look in your eyes now,” he said. His lips brushed her back, and he pulled out.
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