An unexpected gasp escapes from my lips, but I’m ready for him. I’m wet, judging by the sound of my skin as he works in and out of me. My entire body is hot, waiting for him to ease the ache.
He keeps his mouth close to my ear. “Are you clenching on my finger already, Miller? I’ve barely started and you’re desperate, huh?”
Kai may have lost a little self-assurance along the way, may have had his sole focus on his son, but the man is clearly experienced even if he hasn’t done this in a while. His hold on me, his words, they’re brimming with confidence.
I love it.
He might not know it, but this is what I need in the bedroom. Someone else to take control. At work I’m in charge, telling others what to do, but here I want to turn that part of my brain off and simply comply.
I swivel my hips as Kai strokes inside of me.
“More,” I beg. “Please, more.”
He kisses me, speaking against my mouth. “Do you want more fingers, or do you want my mouth?”
“Both.”
He laughs and it’s a little evil. “So greedy.”
Stroking through my wetness, he coats his thumb before he rims the entrance to my ass. Cautiously, he takes his time circling, warming me up before he slips it in, pushing just the tip inside.
My body crawls up the wall from the foreign feeling, but I take a breath to realize I might actually love it. No man has ever touched me there, but I’m not mad about the new sensation one bit. I especially love when he adds a second finger in my cunt and strokes in tandem as I drop back down and writhe against him.
“Still not enough?” he asks, absent-mindedly rocking his hips into the cradle of mine.
He’s so hard and I just want to see it, feel it. Suck it.
“Miller.” He nudges his nose against the column of my throat before licking his way down it. “Answer me.”
I don’t know how to answer. It feels like too much but not enough all at the same time. He has the best set of hands I’ve ever seen and knowing they’re inside of me elicits some insanely hot visuals, picturing him pumping in and out.
“You need my mouth?”
“I need your dick.”
He chuckles. “Patience, Mills. I want to get you off at least once first. Who knows how long I’ll last once I’m inside of you.”
Head falling to the crook of my neck, he finger fucks me while also thrusting his pelvis into mine, burying me against the wall. It’s all I can do to hold on to his shoulders and hang on for the ride.
He smells good, feels good. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to come yet. This guy’s got me hooked more than anyone else before and I’d rather my body not betray me by telling him in the first three minutes. But then he curls his fingers, and with the way we’re positioned, the back of them strokes my front wall and I’m all but shuttering and falling on his hand.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Ride my hand, Miller.”
My legs tighten around him, holding his hips to give my clit a bit of friction as he works inside of me. Heat and pressure coil in my lower belly. He strokes his fingers once more and I come.
I come so hard it’s like I haven’t been touched in years, when in reality, it was only a few nights ago I came on his kitchen counter then again in his guest room.
Hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, I ride my way through it, every muscle in my body tightening. My heart beats out of my chest which I’m sure he can feel against his own, and being the experienced man he is, he keeps his hips pinned to mine, allowing me the needed pressure. He doesn’t change pace, he doesn’t pull back, he maintains and lets my orgasm ride as long as possible.
“So fucking beautiful when you come,” Kai rasps, his fingers still moving to make sure I’ve completely finished.
Our lips graze until I can finally speak again. “You’re beautiful when you make me come.”
He chuckles against my mouth.
When I begin to slump, he gently removes his thumb then his other fingers, fixing my underwear as if it’s not about to be on the floor, and sets me back on my wobbly feet.
Not wanting to give him the chance to stop this again, I drop to my knees, palms grazing his body until they land on his thick thighs for support.
And dear God, my hands look tiny on him.
Kai looks down at me, all big and towering. “What are you doing?”
“I’m praying.” Finding the button on his pants, I unzip. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
His hand lands on top of mine to stop me. “If my cock goes anywhere near that mouth of yours, I’m going to be done, and I’d really like to be inside your pussy when that happens.”
Jesus. How does he make coming too quickly sound hot?
“It’s been a year, Mills.” With a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up. “And I’d like to make sure you’re thoroughly fucked before the night is over.”
Backing away towards the bed, he uses a single hand to pull his shirt over his head, pants open and low on his hips, nodding towards the mattress.
“Come.” His tone is all innuendo with a smirk that’s all charm thanks to our little inside joke.
And I’m over here still on my knees. Literally and figuratively I’m on my knees for this man.
The guy is long and lean and defined. Not too bulky, but clearly strong, and on top of it all, he’s so good. Kind. Thoughtful. Dependable.
And hot as hell with those glasses on.
“Stop eye-fucking me and get your ass on this bed, Montgomery.”
Damn.
Standing, I make my way to the mattress, and Kai slaps my butt as I pass him.
“Good girl. You get a gold star for listening.”
I fall onto the bed with a laugh. He’s hot and commanding one second then funny and vulnerable the next. He hasn’t even been inside me yet and I think I might be a bit obsessed.
Whoa. No, I’m not.
It’s just sex.
I take a seat on the edge of the mattress. “Gold star, huh? Is that your version of a praise kink?”
He saunters towards me. It’s the most swag I’ve ever seen this man possess as he makes his way to stand between my legs.
“Mm-hmm. Gold star lips.” He tilts my chin up, meeting my mouth with his. “The way you felt on my fingers, I’d say you’ve got a gold star pussy.” He finds the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head before unclasping my bra with a single flick. His eyes go wide, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus. And gold star tits.”
My hands run up the length of his thighs. “I also give some gold star head.”
His neck cranes back with a tortured groan. Kai eyes the ceiling for three beats before bending down on his haunches, heels to ass, and eyes level with mine. Like some sort of gentleman, he tucks my hair behind my ear as he stares right at my mouth.
His palm trails over my jaw until his thumb presses against the seam of my lips, and the movement is anything but gentlemanly when he pushes into my mouth.
“Let me just see,” he says, slowly working it in and out.
His ice-blue eyes are heated and hooded, contemplating.
In and out. In and out. And when he pushes in again, I suck, tongue rolling around his fingertip before flicking up the length of his thumb.
“Fuck.” He stands, pulling his hand away with a frustrated growl, towering over me as I sit on the edge of the bed. “Just a taste.”
He barely lowers his pants and briefs, just enough to pull out his cock.
And . . .
“Holy fuck,” I hear myself say, staring right at him.
He’s swollen and thick, throbbing in his fist as he strokes himself once. Twice. A bead of precum leaks from the tip and I’m entirely mesmerized by the way his thumb swipes it, rolling it around the head.
The man is 6’4” and his cock makes it seem as if a very average-sized hand is wrapped around it.
“Lick those pretty lips of yours and open your mouth.”
Swallowing, I do as he says, tongue out and mouth open wide.
Hand on the back of my skull, he guides himself inside.