Barely pulling away, I take in what I just started.
Christ, Kelsey’s lips taste of lemon and whiskey. Fuck, does she always taste sweet? Years ago, it was fruit punch, and now this? Not exactly a deterrent to my choice of actions in this moment.
This has never crossed my mind when I’ve been around her. Well, not true, there was that one time at Rooster Sin when I noticed her legs on display in a skirt with tights. I may have had a completely inappropriate thought pop into my head that had me curious as to why.
Then there’s the fact that she is a genuinely nice person. A nice person who is looking at me for a clue if this will continue.
And I think in this moment that this is exactly what I need.
Tonight has given me a glimmer into life actually moving on, and her smile is pure comfort.
Her eyes blaze with heat and lust, making me feel wanted, even though I’ve had better days and been in better shape.
“Tell me to st—,” I begin, but she cuts me off by shushing me with her finger against my lips.
It’s the confirmation that I need.
I place a soft kiss against her finger which she releases so she can loop her arms behind my neck.
Leaning down, I kiss her again, with my tongue sweeping into her mouth, meeting her own for a stroke, and the sound from the back of her throat is so damn encouraging.
Trailing a path from the corner of her mouth, I travel down her neck that she offers to me, nipping at her skin. She nearly purrs.
My hands skim down the length of her spine to land on her ass, and I squeeze and pull her close to me. Our bodies pressing against one another causes a desire in me to light up to the max.
I feel a tug on my shirt and realize that she’s attempting to undress me with a speed that can only be described as urgent.
But two can play at this game, and I want to tease her.
“Room,” I order as both of my hands land on her hips to encourage her to jump onto me.
Her legs wrap around my middle, and she feels so fucking warm between her legs and against my cock. All the more reason that I speed up our journey to my place off the main kitchen.
Couldn’t even say how we make it as our mouths never part.
My room is dark but the moonlight from the window is enough that I can trace a path on her body of where I want to go.
Dropping her on the bed, we quickly yank one another’s shirts off, only parting our mouths for half a second to discard the fabric. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra. She’s gorgeous and I take a second to allow my eyes to take Kelsey in.
Smooth skin, toned but curved in the right places, and that smell, spice or citrus, it will drive me crazy if it gets stuck on the sheets. I guide her back onto my mattress and hover over her body.
Her hands reach for my zipper, and at the same time, I explore her cleavage. My tongue darts out and I take a nipple into my mouth.
Her moan is the most relaxing sound that I’ve heard in months.
The feeling of her fingers gripping my cock indicates that she has successfully lowered my jeans enough, but I want to give her more.
“Hold on,” I tell her.
“I am,” she softly jokes, and it makes the corner of my mouth slant up.
I stand up off the bed and get completely naked before her, taking the opportunity to grab a condom from the top drawer of my dresser. Glancing back, I notice she is splayed out on the bed, propped up on her elbows as she watches me, waiting for me.
I return to the bed and drop the foil package on the mattress.
Leaning over, I hook my fingers under the lace and pull her panties down. I think I rip them in the process, but I’m not completely sure.
Running my hands up her legs, I indicate for her to move farther back so her head lands on the pillow. I slow my fingers when I slide up her inner thighs, every inch taunting us both, and I feel the heat of her pussy.
Lying on my side next to her, I don’t let my fingers part from her silky-soft skin.
Moving up, the feeling of her wet pussy hits my skin. “You’re soaking,” I whisper and kiss her neck as I glide my finger up and down to find her sensitive spot.
I know I’ve reached it when her body tilts up and her moan mixes with her heavy breath. I peer down to her peaked nipples and venture farther down to see the outline of my hand caressing and teasing her between her legs.
Her legs part wider as her mouth reconnects with my own.
I could think of many things that we could do together, but this, just lying together, touching each other, already feels perfect.
Her hand slips between us to stroke me and there is no point prolonging it. We’re both ready.
“Let me grab—”
Kelsey jolts up. “No, let me.”
Grabbing the condom, her hands nudge me to lie on my back as she rips open the packet with her teeth. She surprises me when she takes the protection and begins to sheathe my cock that’s pointing straight up to the ceiling.
She pauses as she must pick up that I’m not used to this. “Relax, I’ve got you,” she tells me, and she swings her legs over my hips until she’s straddling me.
Our eyes connect as she slides down on me, slowly. I grip her hips to support her and notice her eyes closing. I groan from the sensation of her heat enveloping my cock.
That’s not even what has me almost coming undone ahead of schedule. It’s the perfect image of her on top of me, with her long hair flowing behind her shoulders, her breasts perfectly pert, and her bottom lip getting attacked by her teeth as her face looks beautifully in bliss.
She moves in steady thrusts as I tip my pelvis up to meet her halfway and get deeper.
Our breaths join together and mix with my little grunts and her moans.
My hands reach up to caress her stomach and give attention to her breasts. But I still want more, so I sit up to intertwine our bodies closer together while she moves on top of me.
Her arms weave around my neck for support, with her fingers twisting my hair.
We move with no idea of time and all thoughts lost.
When we reach the final stretch, I flip her to her back and stay inside of her to thrust hard and deep, our skin sweating against one another.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline from the last week but I feel the surge of my orgasm more overpowering than normal.
“Kelsey,” I warn her and ask all in one.
“Take what you need, Bennett,” she whispers gently, and I realize she is offering me something to fill the void.
But I want to give to her too. I stroke her clit, I kiss her collarbone, I slow then circle inside of her until we both can’t take it anymore and thrust together in hard deep movements that speed up.
We get there together until I collapse on top of her, completely spent.
It feels like we lie there entangled, saying nothing, for a long time as she strokes my hair and our pulses beat strong. While she continues to hold me, I selfishly take in everything that my arms can hold and my body can lie against.
Finally, I kiss her cheek and get up to get rid of the condom. It’s late, that I’m sure of, and when I return to bed, she’s still lying there but this time under the duvet.
Getting into bed, I adjust my pillow before lying on my side and slipping an arm around to spoon her. The rules about this don’t even cross my mind or what this all means. I just soak in lying there with someone and not needing to feel sad.
Her hands grasp my arm around her, and she exhales loudly as she shimmies in her spot to get a better position, and it only causes her to press further against me.
But neither one of us complains that we fall asleep this way.
That’s why I’m confused when I wake up the next morning and realize she isn’t there.