The heat of Kendric’s gaze is a physical thing as it roams over me, almost as hot as his touch. Being spread open for him like this, unable to hide anything from him, is both thrilling and terrifying.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he slides the scrap of lace down my legs and tosses it to the side.
Unable to withstand his inspection any longer, I sit up, tucking my knees underneath me so I’m kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of him. I reach for him, snagging his belt loops and tugging him forward. Stumbling, he closes the distance between us, his knees hitting the edge of the bed. I want him; I want to please him and to be pleased in return. Yet, I can’t bear his gaze for more than a moment, feeling exposed in a way that has nothing to do with my lack of clothing. I bring my hands to the closure of his jeans and fumble with his belt, the backs of my fingers brushing the stiffness I’m seeking. Needing a distraction, I lean forward and press kisses to his stomach, working his belt free and pulling his button fly open one button at a time.
As the last button pops free, I bend down to nibble along the waistband of his black boxer briefs; my tongue peeking out to trace along his defined V cut. I go to push his jeans past his hips, but he stops me, grabbing the waistband and digging into his back pocket. He pulls out a condom packet and tosses it on the bed before pushing the jeans down and stepping out of them. The knowledge that he has the presence of mind to protect us when it hadn’t even crossed my mind has gratitude washing over me for this man, and my need for him only increases. My hands go to his hips, and I continue my perusal of his abdomen, tasting, kissing, and teasing my way from one hipbone to the other. I studiously avoid the intimidating erection tenting his boxers. I sneak a glance up at him as I rub my lips against the soft little trail of hair from his navel that disappears below the waistband of his tight boxers.
“Fuck, Kitten. Need to feel you,” he growls, his eyes burning with liquid heat. Before I can register the movement, he’s over me again. I fall back to the mattress, his lips claiming mine in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. We fall in a tangle of limbs, the energy crackling between us and turning frantic. Fitting his hips between mine, he presses his delicious length against me, the firm ridge hitting exactly where I need him, even through the cotton of his boxers. Arching up into him, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him tighter against me.
“K, please.” I breathe, not exactly sure what I am pleading for, but knowing I need more. More of him, more of this, more of anything and everything he’s offering.
Kendric grinds further into me and nips at my lips as he rolls us, settling me over him. Without missing a beat, I rub myself along his length, savoring the delicious thrill the head of his cock sends through me. His cock hits my clit on each stroke, and it has my eyes rolling back as I drop my head back on a wanton moan. Kendric jackknives up to sit and wraps his arms around my back, dragging the pads of his fingers down my spine. I sink further into him and lightly drag my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails over his scalp. He reaches up and fists the hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly, making my back bow while bearing my neck to him.
My body knows what he is doing while my mind struggles to catch up, the sting of his hand in my hair all but wiping my mind blank from the pleasure of it. I feel his soft kisses on my skin, his fingers tracing my curves, and I hear him saying things against my skin. Still, my distracted mind can’t seem to register the words. My body is responding to him. I can feel a tingling ache between my thighs, a flush on my skin, and a tingling pull as my nipples pebble under his fingers. He must roll us again at some point, because I register the cool blanket against my back and feel his warmth sliding down my body.
I am snapped back into the moment when I feel Kendric give one long, slow lick against my core. My mind zeros in on the here and now and the amazing man with his face between my thighs. Kendric has one hand against my lower belly, pressing down just enough to keep my hips in place. His other is tracing distracting circles against my inner thigh as he devours me with long, luxurious tongue swipes.
“Mmm, there you are, Kitten,” he murmurs against my flesh and I can feel his smile and the vibrations of his voice rip a moan from deep in my throat in response. He flicks his tongue against my clit, swirls around it, and I swear I see stars. With each flick and drag of his tongue, my world narrows to only this moment, only him, and this heat and need between us.
The delicious slide of his tongue drives me absolutely insane as the beginnings of an orgasm builds, starting in my extremities and working its way inward. My legs shake, my hands flying to his hair, holding him exactly where I need him. His strong arms wrap around my hips, holding me still as he devours me. Kendric closes his lips around my clit and hums, and my fingers flex against his scalp, warring between pushing him away and pulling him closer, the sensations too much to handle. That little bit of vibration draws the slowly building orgasm creeping up my extremities, rocketing towards my center and exploding out again as every muscle in my body contracts, and I scream incoherent sounds of ecstasy to the ceiling.
This wonderful, teasing man continues to lick and suck me as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. My body convulses around him until I finally come down from my high, falling back against the mattress in blissful oblivion. Kendric continues to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along my center and inner thighs as my body twitches and shudders with aftershocks. Unable to form a coherent thought, much less move, I lay there on the bed, whimpering and sighing at his sweet ministrations.
So that's what all the fuss is about. I never understood why women raved about receiving oral before. In my experience, it’s awkward and always left me unsatisfied. Not to mention that Aiden always made such a deal about what a chore it was for him. But this? This, right here, is life-changing. Life-affirming. Colors seem brighter, birds sing in the trees, the whole nine yards. If Kendric can make me feel like this with just his tongue, I seriously don’t know if I will survive that monster cock he’s hiding in his jeans.
When the last of the aftershocks pass, Kendric kisses his way up my body, stopping to nuzzle between my breasts and drawing a moan from me at the feel of his beard rasping along my sensitive skin. Unable to take his teasing any longer, I thread my fingers into his hair again and give a little tug, trying to draw him further up my body again.
“Impatient? Good things come to those who wait, Sloan,” he admonishes, his lips finding my left breast and teasing around the tight bud of my nipple. He studiously avoids connecting with the aching peak, but the graze of his lips and the heat of his breath stoke my need for him again much sooner than I would have thought possible. Hands still gripping his hair, I arch into him, trying to gain any contact, any friction I can, but damn him and his ridiculous muscles hovering over me, giving me nothing.
“I’ll say it again. You are doing a lot of talking for someone who still has his boxers on,” I growl as I try to push his boxers down with my feet. Hoping my efforts to finally undress him will distract him, I wrap my arms more tightly around his shoulders and press closer, demanding some goddamn contact on my straining nipples before I die of the need to feel him.
“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be?” he laughs. I can’t help but whimper as he stands. Propping up on my elbows, I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Kendric palms himself through his boxers. He strokes himself slowly as he stares back down at me, his gaze like a brand as it traces over every inch of me. I know I should be cowering away or attempting to hide from his frank perusal. However, the pulsing pleasure is still coursing through my system, leaving me relaxed and open. After another agonizing moment of his perusal, his eyes finally meet mine, the heat in his liquid gaze setting me ablaze. In my periphery, I see his thumbs hook into the waistband of his boxers, and god help me, I want to look. The devil man in front of me quirks an eyebrow in challenge, daring me to look or hold his gaze.
Two can play that game.
Without breaking eye contact, I lift my hands to my breasts, massaging them and plucking at my nipples. His eyes darken, and I quirk an eyebrow in response, feeling like the cat that got the cream.
Holding my gaze, unwilling to relent, Kendric slowly pushes his tight boxer briefs down and kicks them aside. He takes the foil packet between his teeth and tears it open, daring me to look away as he rolls it over his considerable length. We’re deadlocked now, Kendric standing at the edge of the bed, his hand leisurely stroking his cock and me caressing my breasts, both of us dying to look at what the other is doing, but neither willing to lose this unexpected battle of wills. I have one more card to play, though.
With what I hope is a sexy smirk, I let my legs fall open, my knees falling to the sides till I am fully open to him. Kendric groans and stumbles forward the half step until he’s leaning against the bed between my spread legs, still meeting my gaze, but I can see the effort in the crease of his brow. Knowing I need to step up my game if I want to come out on top, I slide one hand from my breast and down my stomach. Kendric’s eyes grow pained, and he lets out a feral growl. My hand is barely past my navel when he bites out a curse and falls forward, brushing my hands out of the way and crushing his lips to mine, his kiss rough and all-consuming. His hips grind against me again, his length gliding along my center, the swollen head hitting my clit.
“Need you, Kitten. So fuckin’ wet. So ready for me,” he growls against my lips as he grinds his cock against my clit again. The pressure causing me to throw my head back against the mattress, moaning his name.
“K. Please. God, Kendric. Please.”
He brings one hand to my neck, cradling and guiding me to look at him. When our gazes lock, his eyes are dark, burning with need as he says, “Need your eyes, Sloan.”
His eyes soften as he slowly presses in. My mind blanks when I feel the pressure, the delicious burn and stretch of him filling me. He pulls back just a fraction before sinking in further, his gaze never leaving mine. He repeats the move two more times until he sinks to the hilt. We both groan as he settles, holding still, letting me adjust to him. The feeling is overwhelming, so deliciously full, and all I can think about is how badly I need to feel him, for him to move. My breaths becoming ragged, I rock my hips up into him, kissing his neck as I cling to him, trying to urge him to move.
He moves at a tortuously slow pace, giving me what my body is begging for. The slow drag of his skin on mine, filling me so completely and then retreating, is almost more than I can handle. I’m a whimpering mess as I claw at his back, begging him for more, harder, faster, anything. This feeling is entirely foreign, overwhelming, and unlike anything I have ever experienced.
I can feel him trying to hold on to his restraint and control, but I’m having none of that. Rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts and dragging my teeth along his neck, he finally snaps. Hiking one of my knees over his arm, he slams into me, ripping another cry from me. Faster than I could have expected, I feel another orgasm rapidly building, and I couldn’t hold it back if I tried. Wrapping my free leg around his hips, I let go as another wave crashes over me, and I bite down on his shoulder. He slams into me one last time and buries his head in my neck, groaning my name against my skin as he lets his own orgasm take over.
I start to come back into myself when Kendric collapses down on top of me, the delicious weight of him over me causing a strange warming in my chest. The heat of his breath on my neck, as he places small kisses along my shoulder, makes my skin tingle and prick with awareness as we both attempt to catch our breath. With him still deep inside me, I can feel his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his release. I can’t help but run my hands over his back, down his arms, needing contact for reasons I am not ready to think about. It doesn’t take long before our lips meet once again and that delicious heat builds once again.
The night unfolds in a symphony of passion and tenderness, every touch and whispered word reinforcing the bond between us. Time becomes irrelevant as we explore the depths of our desires, discovering the intricacies of each other’s bodies with an eagerness that surpasses any previous encounters I may have had.
With every stolen breath and gasp of pleasure, our connection deepens. My room becomes a sanctuary, a sacred space where vulnerability I never thought I could give to another person and trust intertwines, leaving us both exposed and open to whatever comes next.
As our bodies move in perfect synchrony, a symphony of moans and whispers fills the air, punctuated by the soft rustling of sheets. Each sensation becomes a testament to our undeniable chemistry, igniting a fire that burns brighter with each passing moment.
Hours later, in the early hours of the morning, we lay there, spent and wrapped in each other’s arms. I feel a sense of fulfillment and peace wash over me. It’s not just about our physical connection, but emotional intimacy. It’s something I had never experienced before and honestly believed was something that was never meant for me, something I would never find. Our encounter was not simply about satisfying carnal desires but about forging a bond built on trust, respect, and genuine affection. And damn, that is terrifying.