Page 63 of Playful Kris

He pushes away from the bed, his eyes lit with fire as he slowly begins to undress himself. I’d love to be the one taking all of his clothes off of him, but the show is really nice to watch.

He wads his shirt up in his hands then throws it in the corner of the room without taking his eyes off of me. The intensity in his stare sends goosebumps all over my body.

He undoes his pants, pushing them down his toned thighs before pulling his boxer briefs down next.

My mind reminds me of the first time we were ever together, and the man standing in front of me is far different from the one who was in this position before. He’s all man, filled out and muscular. When we were in college, he had muscle, but it was lean and his body was carved to perfection for baseball. This is all a man who takes his health seriously, and I’m so thankful because it’ll benefit me right now.

“Eyes up here, baby.”

My eyes snap to his, and the amusement on his features makes me roll my eyes.

“I’ll have your eyes rolling uncontrollably shortly.” He steps toward me, his hand dropping to my knee. “Don’t you worry.”

Excitement courses through my veins as he leans forward, separating my knees so that he fits perfectly between my legs. His lips crash into mine, and our tongues tangle in a frenzy of need, want, and desire.

He pulls away again, but I swallow my displeasure as he slowly slides down to my breasts, placing soft kisses to each before sliding further. My whole body trembles with anticipation.

I stare at his handsome face as he continues moving lower, his fingers grip my hips as he drops to his knees at the side of the bed, and with one quick movement he pulls my body to the edge of the bed. Giving him the perfect angle for what he’s about to do.

“Kris,” I moan.

His devilish grin greets me, and again, I roll my eyes. His palm slaps against the side of my ass, but it doesn’t hurt. It only excites me more.

He leans into my center, his nose grazing me. The contact makes me jump, sending a sensitive zap through my body from the small connection.

His eyes connect with mine, they’re blazing with the same need I have racing through my body right now. He devours me as my body tenses and goes weak at the same time.

“More,” I cry, and he groans into me.

The deep vibration of it sends me further toward the spiral we’re both chasing. It doesn’t take long, it never has with Kris. He knows my body unlike any other man on this planet ever could.

Not that there has really been other men since him.

He sucks my clit, and my back arches. I can’t hold back anymore. I grab his hair, making him moan as I fist the handful tightly. His hands grip my knees, keeping my legs held open for him as he continues his assault.

His tongue flicks my clit rapidly and I can’t hold back anymore, shattering into a million pieces. I gasp for air, losing all words that were on my tongue.

Kris continues licking long strokes up and down until the air finally fills my lungs again.

He climbs my body, his eyes intensely on mine. His head drops, pressing a kiss to my hip, then my stomach until he settles over my chest.

Grazing my nipple, I bite down on my bottom lip trying to swallow the emotion of that simple touch. He smirks, before moving to the other. My eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

“Open your eyes, Kameron,” he says, but I don’t obey his command.

I feel him shift again, fully covering my body, but my eyes remain closed. But Kris plays dirty in bed, he always has. His dick brushes against my pussy, and my eyes snap open. He’s grinning down at me before he leans in, pressing his lips to mine again.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips.

I close the space between us, deepening the kiss and he slowly slides inside me. My ankles wrap around his back, pressing him deeper into me as our chests rub against each other.

Warm breath brushes against the crook of my neck before he starts to move inside me. The deeper he pushes the more I begin to spiral. The build intensifies, he picks up speed, and drops a soft kiss just below my ear. That simple piece of contact sends me over the edge.

My entire body floods with heat, my nails dig into his back, pulling him closer as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. His name falls from my lips in a breathy moan, and I feel him lose control as he flies over the cliff with me.

I’m not sure how long we lay together, most of his weight braced on his forearms, but our bodies are still connected. Our hearts are beating rapidly, chests quickly rising and falling as we work to catch our breath.

“I’ve really fucking missed that.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

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