“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmurs with his mouth against me.
I blush, not from his words, but from the knowledge I’ve also thought of him doing this to me. When we’d had sex before, it was rough and tumble, a fun spin in the sack that was urgent and needy.
But Kane’s gaze and touch speak to a desire for intimacy we just didn’t share that one night long ago.
Once again, he works his magic, and his hands have my panties down my legs. I step out, at the same time kicking off my sandals as I brace my hands on his shoulders for leverage.
And the moment I’m completely naked, I’m hoisted into his arms, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, and he’s falling backward onto the bed with me coming to a spread-eagled landing on his lower stomach.
Kane gazes up at my face a moment, hands at my hips, and we just hold each other’s eyes. I don’t know what he’s feeling in his heart, but there’s nothing but the absolute rightness of this moment in mine.
The power in his arms is put to good use as he manages to sort of lift and drag me up to his chest, his eyes now dropping to my pussy, which is throbbing and spread wide.
For some reason, my knees dig into his shoulders, not understanding what he wants. When he gives a rough jerk, I’m straddling his face before I know what’s happening.
One hand flies out, grabs onto the headboard just as his head lifts so he can cover me with his mouth. He brings a large hand to my ass to hold me in place.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my head falling backward. My hips jerk and grind as Kane’s tongue presses upward into me, and I feel an immediate orgasm starting to brew.
I’ve had my fair share of no-limits sex acts before, but never once have I been manhandled like a rag doll, insistent on getting me to sit right on his face.
Kane’s hand digs hard into my hips, and he starts to feast on my pussy. He fucks me with his tongue, laves at my clit, and growls against the sensitive folds. It causes my legs to start shaking.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” I start chanting. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt anything this good in my entire life.
I take a moment to blink the daze out of my eyes, then dip my head to see Kane working his mouth between my legs. His eyes are half-closed, a dreamy look on his face, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Closing my eyes, I get lost in the sensation, focusing on every single touch he’s giving me. The hand on my ass moves, then my eyes fly open as he plunges a finger into my core from behind.
“Yes,” I scream, and he chuckles against me.
The man is pure magic, lips now pursed and tongue gently fluttering my clit. He adds a second finger to my pussy, fucking me slowly from behind. I can’t stop my body from reacting, my hips starting to rock, demanding more from his mouth. He makes no move to stop me, quickly moving his fingers in and out of me.
My orgasm wants to break free, but I try to will it to hold out, because I want this to go on forever and ever.
And then, Kane does something I immediately know I want him to do to me again and again. His lips close over my clit and he sucks hard. At the same time, he pulls his fingers free of my pussy. He drags the tip of his index finger backward through the wet, running a trail up through my ass cheeks, and before I even understand what he’s going to do, he presses a long finger right into my ass.
The sensation is so alarming, feels so fucking good in a way I never knew a woman could feel back there, that I explode in an orgasm so powerful I swear I start to blackout. I can feel myself begin to collapse onto him, but he braces an arm around my lower back. Keeps his finger deep in my ass and licks hard at me as powerful, quaking tremors tear me apart from the inside out.
I’m woozy, barely conscious, as I feel Kane’s finger slip out of me, and I want to yell for him to put it back. How bizarre is that?
Then I’m being rolled, flopped onto my back, and Kane is covering my body with his.
My head clears. I feel re-energized, knowing more good stuff is to come. My legs spread, and I raise them slightly. Kane does nothing more than shove down the front of his shorts, freeing what I remember to be a beautiful cock that’s thick and veined. I need it inside me more than I need air at this moment.
He takes it in hand, and I cover it with my own. His head raises, his eyes locking on mine, and we guide him to my entrance together. The first press of him into my slit causes another tremor to race up my spine, and I focus on his beautiful face. It blisses out as he pushes into me, one long slide until he bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he moans, dipping his face until our foreheads touch. He just holds still, breathing hard, and makes an admission that bonds us more than I ever thought possible. “Nothing has ever felt this good, Molls.”
No, nothing has ever felt this good—him deep inside me, connected at our core.
Kane lifts his head to stare down. His eyes roam all over my face, but I’m not sure what he’s searching for. I don’t think he finds whatever it is. Instead, he makes a tentative slide out of my body.
Just to the tip, before thrusting back in.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, my eyes practically rolling into the back of my head.
Now that… that right there is what it’s all about.
“Hang tight,” he whispers, giving me a smile filled with tenderness. But then he gives me the dirty words a girl loves to hear in times such as this. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”
By his third thrust, I’m mindless. My fingers dig into his ass, urging him on. Kane fucks me thoroughly, rolling his hips and pressing me deep into the mattress to gain every damn inch he can find. Over and over again, until he rears up, raising my legs, and starts to hammer into me.
I love every moment of it because, in my mind, Kane is making his mark on my body. He’s obliterating every other sexual escapade I’ve ever indulged in until all I can think about is the man possessing every bit of me.
Another orgasm curls within me, and I can tell Kane is getting close. His teeth are gritted, and he’s grunting with the effort. Wanting to fall again with him I slip my hand between our bodies, touching my clit with the tip of my finger, my back arching from the sheer force of the pleasure exploding through me again.
Kane feels it, too, his eyes flying open to lock with mine before he tips his head back and roars out his release. I can feel him spurting inside me, his hips still rocking against me as he chants, “Yes… fuck yes.”
“Yes,” I whisper, agreeing that whatever just happened is just… yes.
CHAPTER 8
Kane
I’ve always been one to wake naturally with the sunrise. It’s why I keep my blinds half-angled upward so people can’t see in at night, but the light can come in at the break of day.
Yet, something wakes me up, and it’s not the light. As my eyes flutter open, I take in the semi-gloom and guess we’re still a good hour from full sunrise.
And yet, my senses tell me it’s time to get up.
I roll my head on the pillow, expecting to see Mollie beside me, but she’s not there.
Jerking upward in the bed, my head barely angles away from her pillow before I see her sitting at the bottom of the mattress, cross-legged and staring. She’s got the top sheet pulled up over her lap and breasts, holding it up with her arms tucked into her sides and elbows resting on her knees as she watches me.