Page 46 of Playful Kris

She doesn’t break the kiss, so I take it as a good sign to keep going.

My fingers skim up from her hips to the hem of her tank and I slowly etch it up, revealing more of her smooth, soft skin. I’m waiting for her to stop me, tell me I’m out of my mind before she stomps back to the bedroom.

Kameron always did surprise me though.

She pulls her lips from mine, staring me in the eyes with her chest rising and falling rapidly before she grabs the hem herself and pulls it over her head.

I stare at her, my fingers trembling to touch her.

Fuck me, her nipples are so pretty. I want my mouth all over them.

“Make me forget,” she whispers, stepping into me again.

My hand instinctively reaches between us, my thumb brushing over her nipple bringing a shiver down her spine. I smirk, loving the flush of color covering her cheeks.

“What do you need?” I ask, needing her to tell me how far she wants to take this.

“I need you to make me forget.” Her lips brush against mine again, and for a second I forget all about where we are.

I forget all about our past and how much she really hates me these days.

I forget all about why we’re in this cabin as it is.

I forget all about the storm lighting up the sky outside the windows.

The only thing I can focus on is her breathing as my hand moves down her flat stomach, edging under the waistline of her panties. My fingers slide through her wetness, and a soft moan slips from my lips right next to her ear.

“You’re fucking soaked already, baby.”

Her head tilts back to her shoulders, and I smile.

My touch does that to her. She’s always been so fucking responsive.

Circling her clit, I press my lips just below her ear to the sensitive spot that always used to make her weak, and I swear… I feel her knees buckle slightly.

I slide my finger in, going as deep as she’ll let me at this angle before curling it and slowly pulling back out. Her mouth falls open and I stare at her.

All her soft features, and the pink tint to her cheeks. Her eyes are closed, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I slide a second finger in, stretching her as I move my hand in and out, pumping inside of her to bring her the pleasure she desperately needs right now.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper against her neck before pressing my lips to the spot where her pulse is beating rapidly. “Let go for me.”

It doesn’t take her long to jump over the cliff, chasing that sensation that I bring her. My name falls from her lips, and my dick is begging for attention of his own but he won’t be getting any tonight.

Tonight is about her.

Her head falls to my shoulder as her body wracks with pleasured spasms. After a minute, I pull my fingers lose, but I don’t let go of her with my other hand, holding her against me.

I brace myself when she lifts her head to look at me, waiting for her to tell me to fuck off or remind me how much she hates me, but her green eyes are relaxed as she looks at me.

Pressing my lips to her forehead, I turn us and bring us both down on the couch. She tucks right into my side, like she’s been doing it for years. When in reality it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve had her against me like this.

I pull the cover over us both, her breathing already evening out before I wrap my arms around her and let the sound of the rain against the windows lull me to sleep.

I smile at the memory of last night, and my dick immediately jumps to attention.

She stirs on top of me, twisting slightly so she isn’t directly on top of me anymore, but more to my side. She pulls the cover further down us, and I try to be a gentleman, I do. But, damn she’s gorgeous.

That’s of course when she opens her eyes, and the panic sets in.

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