“The request to kinkify you.”
Oh, right. That request.
I moan when his mouth latches on to my neck, the warmth sending electrical pulses right to my clit.
“I plan to do very naughty things to you.”
God, I hope so. “Like what?”
His hands continue to roam, sliding over my breasts, then down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Kingston manages to force my legs wider, hooking my knees over his thighs, opening me completely.
I have to lean back against him when his fingers slide against my slick flesh, gliding over my clit, then lower. I’m already wet and ready for him. So ready.
“Everything,” he replies. “I plan to show you all the ways I can pleasure your body. Even ways you never thought possible.”
I like the way he thinks, but I can’t deny there is a slight bit of trepidation on my part. I have had good sex in my life, but no doubt about it, I’ve had purely vanilla sex. Nothing kinky, nothing adventurous. Pretty much, missionary-penis-in-vagina is about the extent of my experience. However, I’m not above watching porn, so I know there are a lot of kinky things that are far out of my realm of expertise.
“Just don’t hurt me.” A breathless moan escapes when he pushes one finger inside me. What I mean to say is don’t break my heart. I know Kingston would never physically cause me pain, but I can’t say as much about emotionally. I know I’m not supposed to get attached to him, but I can feel it already happening. And that scares me.
“Little girl, I’ll never hurt you. I swear to it.”
I know he won’t, at least not intentionally, and that is the only reason I manage to give myself over to this man, willing to let him do whatever he wants to me.
Kingston
This woman…
I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life, and it isn’t simply because she has a rocking body that my hands can’t seem to get enough of. It’s everything about her. She pulls me in, makes me want crazy things. If it weren’t for the fact that my brain is on overload, my body aching desperately to be one with her, I’d probably be waxing poetic right about now.
Instead, I’m riding the high that her sensual moans invoke. The way she is leaning into me, her hands sliding over my arms as I continue to tease her with my fingers against her smooth, wet flesh. I want to make her come a million different ways. I want to spend the next twenty-four hours learning her body, learning every gasp and moan, every sigh and swallow.
“Kingston…”
I can hear the desperation in her tone. I know she needs more than I’m giving her right now, but that’s part of the buildup. Not to mention, it’s keeping me from coming like a fucking teenage boy.
Somehow, I scrounge deep and muster more willpower as I get to my feet. After helping Ellie onto the bed, I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, wanting once again to feel her skin against mine. The way she’s watching me sends splinters of electricity pulsing beneath my skin. There’s no doubt she’s impressed by my naked body, and that does something strange to me. In my line of work, it’s not unusual to find muscle and strength. That’s what the job requires. But seeing the heat in her eyes when she visually caresses every inch of me… It makes all the effort worth it.
Crawling over her, I find Ellie’s mouth with mine. Although I’m holding myself above her, intent on not crushing her beneath my weight, it’s not easy when Ellie attempts to pull me down on top of her. The heat of her skin sends chills racing down my spine. My dick is rock hard and aching to be buried inside her sweet, wet pussy.
I pull back and stare down at her, smiling into her beautiful green eyes.
“I know you want slow,” she whispers softly, “but if you keep looking at me like that … I’m going to come without you.”
Damn. “Do you even know how hot it is when you say shit like that?”
She’s laughing, but I can tell she likes that I think so.
I lower my lips to hers once more, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I grind my erection against the silky smooth spot between her thighs. She moans again, her arms wreathing my neck, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back and Ellie is straddling my hips.
She looks even better like this. All of that long, silky hair hanging over her shoulders, a layer of perspiration dotting her skin. She’s sex personified.
Ellie leans down and I expect her to kiss me, but her mouth glides over my jaw to my ear. I groan when she nips my earlobe.
“Condom.”
I smile. The woman is very aggressive when she wants to be.
I like that.
I nod to my left. “Top drawer of the nightstand.”
Without relinquishing her position, Ellie leans over, pulls open the drawer, and retrieves a condom. I’m lost in watching her as she moves farther down my legs, ripping the package open with her teeth while she does. She casts a radiant smile at me as she rolls the latex over my dick.
I suck in a breath, loving the way her fingers feel against my shaft. It’s fucking sexy to watch a woman suit you up. And it’s especially sexy to watch Ellie do it. The way she bites her lip in concentration…
“I take it you’re not into foreplay,” I tease as she once again leans over me, my sheathed cock sliding through her slit.
“Oh, I am. But we’ll have to change that to after play, because…”
She rubs herself on me, driving me fucking crazy.
“Fuck… Ellie…”
She lowers herself onto my dick, her tight, wet heat gripping me.
“Oh, yes,” she hisses as she works her hips down until I’m fully seated inside her.
I can’t take any more. Although I would love to watch her ride me all night long, there’s no way I can let her maintain control. I need to drive into her, to fuck us both into oblivion, and the only way I can do that is…
I reverse our positions without pulling out of her.
Ellie cries out, but it isn’t in pain. Her nails dig into my back as I retreat, then push in again. Her soft body holds me tight as I hover over her, my hips cradled by her thighs.
“More…” Ellie’s eyes open and lock on to mine.
I give her more, pushing my hips forward, pulling back. I continue the thrust and retreat while we stare at one another. This feeling… I don’t want to think about what it is I’m feeling for this woman right now. The only thing I want is to lose myself in the pleasure I find in her.
Her nails dig in deeper as I begin pumping my hips faster. Her knees grip my hips as she shifts, lifting her pelvis and changing the angle. It’s so fucking good I practically roar.
It’s my turn to change the position, lifting up so that I’m sitting on my knees. I put my hands beneath her ass, squeezing as I lift her slightly, thrusting my hips forward, driving as deep as I can.
“Oh, God, yes… Kingston… Fuck me.” Her nails dig into my thighs, and I watch as the muscles in her stomach quiver. “Harder. Please.”
I lose myself then. When my control snaps, I pound into her, fucking her harder, deeper, faster… I can’t stop, my dick tunneling in and out of her tight pussy. I feel her muscles clamp down on me as she moans louder. I know she’s close.
Sliding my arms beneath her knees, I lean forward, folding her body so that I can drive down into her. I never stop watching her face, the way she bites her lip when she cries out… She’s so fucking sexy.
“Ellie… Fuck, baby.” I’m coming undone. I can feel my release building; the electrical charge that starts at the base of my spine ignites. I feel it in my balls…
Shifting her slightly, I slam into her again and again.
“Oh … yes!” Ellie’s head tips back, her chest thrusting upward. I move my knees back, releasing her as I watch her orgasm grip her.
Fucking hell. She’s so damn hot when she comes.
My breath slams in and out of my chest as I continue to fuck her, driving my hips forward, allowing her to ride out her climax. When she reaches for me again, I pick up speed, shifting my h
ips, giving in to my own release.
“Ellie…” My heart pounds against my ribs as my dick pulses. I’m coming so fucking hard I see spots in my vision. “Fuck… Ellie… Coming.”
When I come back to myself, I’m crushing Ellie into the mattress, my face pressed against her neck. I feel her fingers skimming my back, gliding slowly up and down. Somehow I manage to roll onto my back, not dislodging from her. I need to catch my breath first.
Ellie settles on top of me. She seems content to have me still buried inside her as I brush her hair back from her face and wrap my other arm around her.
There’s no way I can tell her that I’m fairly certain the earth shifted when I came. After all, I fully intend to do it again and again, and the last thing I want to do is freak her out.
Ellie
I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. It feels like I’m floating, and that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m currently lying on top of Kingston, though that probably helps. The warmth of his body beneath me… I could totally get used to this.
Only I won’t. I promise.
However, I do intend to enjoy the moment. What transpired between us a short while ago was worthy of fireworks and a standing ovation. That was truly amazing, and I’m still trying to catch my breath.
Holy hell, the man has some crazy skills.
There’s a tiny part of my brain that has already moved on, wondering whether or not I should get up and get dressed, but the rest of me is content to remain just like this … forever. I’m not sure how this is supposed to play out, and I do not want to make this weird between Kingston and me. Spending the night seems like the right thing, but again, I have no idea what the rules are.
Truth is, I’ve never done this before. With the exception of Bianca’s father, who was a one-night stand, I’ve always been in a relationship when I’ve had a sexual encounter. The pretend thing that Kingston and I have going on really doesn’t count. I’m sure there are unspoken rules I should be following, but I don’t know what they are; therefore I’m a little off-kilter.
Lifting my head, I peer down at Kingston. “Is it me, or are you gearing up for round two?”
He hasn’t pulled out of me, although a few minutes have passed, and I’m pretty sure he’s harder now than he was before.
A seductive smirk tilts his beautiful mouth, then he pulls my head down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips before shifting his hips.
“I think it’s safe to say I’ll be ready for round two in the very near future. But I’m going to need a little recovery time.”
As do I.
I roll off of Kingston, allowing him to get up from the bed. I watch as he removes the condom before heading for the bathroom. I can’t resist sneaking a peek of his phenomenal ass as he moves away. Kingston is, no doubt about it, a ridiculously beautiful man. Seriously.
I can’t hold in the sigh that escapes me. What am I going to do with myself?
Before I have to answer that question, Kingston returns, crawling into bed and pulling me toward him. I gladly curl up beside him, my head resting on his chest, the gentle thump of his heart beating against my ear.
Kingston kisses my forehead, his arm tightening around me. And I’ve got the answer to my original question. Apparently, I’m staying the night.
And I can’t say that I’m disappointed. I like the comfort that he affords me. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel desired. Sometimes, being a single mom, I feel neither of those things. For the most part, my world revolves around Bianca. My only thoughts revolve around keeping her safe, keeping her healthy, keeping her happy. I don’t spend much time thinking about me, I guess. But when I see myself through Kingston’s eyes … I feel sexy and feminine and … me.
Kingston’s lips brush my forehead again, and I notice his fingers are gently caressing my shoulder. I curl into him a little more, my hand resting on the solid slab of his chest, loving the hardness of him. I can feel myself drifting, but I’m desperately trying to stay awake, not wanting to miss a minute of being with this man.
“You should probably sleep,” he whispers, his breath fanning my hair. “That way you’ll be all rested up when I take you again.”
A warm, sinfully delicious chill dances down my spine. I love the smooth rumble of his voice, the way his muscles flex when he moves, the intoxicating scent of him. In fact, I enjoy it so much I’m still thinking about it as I finally give in and drift off to sleep.
35
Kingston
Saturday, November 19th
I’m awake at my usual time, but instead of going for a run, I remain in my bed, my arms wrapped around a soft, warm body, my fingers brushing over smooth, silky skin. I can’t bring myself to get up, although in my defense, part of my anatomy—a very demanding part—has been up for a while.
Being a guy—probably that guy at one time, even—when I’ve woken up with a woman in bed with me before, rolling over, mounting her, and then getting off was usually the first thing I thought about.
Not the case with Ellie, although the idea of sinking inside her is making my dick twitch.
No, this morning, I’m more interested in watching her sleep, listening to the soft snore that escapes her every so often. It’s cute. Whether or not it should be, I don’t have a clue. Still, I find myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. Don’t want her to wake up and find me staring since that could be quite traumatic for her.
I’ve probably been lying here for a good hour, I guess, and my dick is getting harder by the second. The more I look at her, the more I want her. If only she would wake up.
Her hand moves along my stomach, and I instantly suck in a breath, my abs contracting beneath her touch. I watch, mesmerized by the way her smooth fingers glide over my stomach. Up, down. I don’t think she’s awake, but then I have to wonder when that beautiful fucking hand starts moving lower … and lower … until finally it disappears beneath the sheet draped over my hips.
“Aww … God.” Her fingers wrap around my dick, stroking ever so softly…
Ellie leans forward, her lips grazing my nipple. “Mmm.”
Her moan makes my dick pulse in her hand.
“So, I see you’re up,” she mumbles with a soft chuckle.
“Oh, I’m definitely up. Keep doing that and I’m going to be up inside you in a minute.”
“Promises, promises.”
My hips thrust forward, driving my dick into her fist, and she chuckles again.
I’m tempted to pull her on top of me, but quite frankly, I’m enjoying the hand job far too much right now. She seems to realize this as her mouth trails over my chest, my stomach…
Yep, I’m once again holding my breath as her head disappears beneath the sheet.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to be teaching her wicked, kinky things when she does stuff like that. Her mouth is … perfection.
I grip the sheet with my free hand and fling it away so that I can watch her. She obviously realizes that’s what I want, because Ellie turns her head over so that she’s looking up my body, her light green eyes meeting mine.
“You have a wicked mouth,” I tell her.
She closes that mouth around the head of my dick, her tongue flicking the swollen crown.
“Especially when you do that.” God, I love when she does that.
Ellie opens her mouth and uses her tongue to caress my shaft, her eyes still locked with mine.
“Don’t stop now. I love watching the way my dick slides past those pretty lips.”
Her eyes widen and I know she likes when I talk dirty to her.
I manage to shift so that I’m propped up a little more, bringing my hand closer to her head. I slide my fingers into her sleep-mussed hair, cupping the top of her head.
“Yes…” I hiss. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
Unable to move because the pleasure is all-consuming, I watch Ellie suck my dick. She’s so fucking beautiful it steals my breath. When her fist joins her mouth, wra
pping firmly around the base of my dick, I know I’m going to have to stop her soon or I’ll come in her mouth. I love the idea of that, but I want to be inside of her more.
Tugging her hair, I pull her sexy lips from my cock, then gently urge her up my body. She relents, then crawls up and over me, straddling my hips while her lips meet mine.
I suck her tongue into my mouth, mimicking what she just did to me seconds ago. I swallow her moan as I rock my hips, grinding my dick against her wet folds. Before we get too far, I roll so that I’m over her, unwilling to be completely selfish this morning. Releasing her mouth, I move down her body, stopping at the apex of her thighs. With a grin, I look up at her as I position my shoulders between her legs, force her knees up close to her chest, then dive down, burying my face in her sweet pussy.
“Kingston… Yes…”
Ellie rocks her hips as I plant my hands on the backs of her thighs, keeping her open so I can ravage her with my mouth. I suck on her swollen lips, then tease her clit with my tongue, all while she moans my name and tries to latch on to my hair. I manage to force her legs back more, dragging my tongue through her slit. I stab into her pussy, then back up to her clit, repeating this over and over until she’s begging me to make her come.
I have every intention of making her come, but I made her a promise that I fully intend to keep. As I continue to feast on her, I slick one of my fingers with saliva, then push against her asshole, keeping my movement slow and gentle. She stills instantly, and I see her eyes fly open, her gaze slamming into the place where my mouth is still latched on to her clit.
“Kingston… That feels…” Her hips rock again and I push my finger in a little more. “Why does that feel so good?” She sounds bewildered, and that makes me want to give her even more pleasure.
My dick throbs and pulses. The idea of taking her ass makes me delirious. When I said there were so many things I’ve thought about doing to this woman, I wasn’t lying.
I know better than to move too fast, but one day…
Ellie
I have never…
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