Page 74 of Playful Kris

My door is pulled open, and Kris’ hand is held between us, waiting for me to take it. I slide my fingers into his hand, and slowly climb out of the truck.

“Have I told you how much this dress has driven me crazy tonight?” He pulls me into him, his hand sliding lower down my back until it settles on my ass. “You took my breath every single time I looked at you.”

I suck in a breath, his words traveling over my body with a chill.

He leans in closer, his lips against my ear. “Remember what I said,nothingbut those shoes on, baby.”

I release my breath, and feel my knees buckle slightly at the gravel in his voice.

“Now, sweetheart.” He slaps my ass, before letting me go.

My legs might as well look like a baby antelope with the way I’m barely able to walk just from the words of this man.

His deep chuckle comes from behind me, so naturally, I spin around to give him a dirty look.

“Keep that energy up.” He laughs more. “I like it when you’re feisty.” He smiles down at me as we reach the door to the cabin. His lips come to the side of my neck, trailing kisses all the way to where my dress meets my shoulder as he unlocks the door.

I’m not sure where that talent was developed from, I can barely open a door in moments like that, let alone actually insert a key.

We step inside as he lets me go. He drops his wallet on the counter, pausing at the fridge for a beer while I head upstairs to the bedroom.

Suddenly, my nerves are like a live wire sparking and I rush into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. This isn’t the first time we’re having sex, we’ve done it multiple times last night alone, and yet, I’m freaking out now?Now?

I brace my hands on the vanity in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. Nothing is out of place. My makeup is flawless, not a single hair is out of place on my head, I look beautiful. But I feel like a complete mess.

And I wish I would have stopped downstairs to get myself a shot to relax.

Standing to my full height, which is a few inches taller now since I still have these heels on, I force myself to step out of the bathroom. The bed is unmade, other than where I threw the covers back over it on my way out the door to the wedding earlier.

Kris walks in, taking a drink of his beer, when his eyes connect to mine. They travel over my body, like they have all day long. It’s slow, it’s sensual, and there is nothing hidden in his expression of what he is thinking or what he wants.

He takes a few steps toward me, closing the distance between us before he hands me his beer. I take a long pull of it, letting the bitter taste relax me as much as it can. It’s not vodka or tequila, but it’ll have to do right now.

His hands move to my belt, slowly undoing the latch and letting it fall open at my waist. What he wasn’t expecting is for my dress to fall open with it, revealing nothing but my black thong underneath.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes moving over my smooth skin.

I take another drink as his fingers slide up my middle, right between my breasts before moving to my shoulders and pushing the dress down my arm until it catches at my wrist since I’m holding the beer.

He takes the bottle from me, lifting it to his lips before downing the rest of it as he watches the thin, silk fabric fall from my body. The nerves from before are long forgotten when he drops to his knees in front of me, his blazing gray eyes boring into mine as he slowly pulls my thong down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

He licks his lips, and I moan at the sight of it. The throb between my legs grows stronger the longer he looks at me like this, so close to my sensitive spot.

I’m about to beg him to put me out of my misery when he leans forward, grabbing my ass in his hands and pulls me to his mouth. His tongue slides over my pussy before settling on my clit and sucking gently. My hands instinctively go to his hair, fisting handfuls of his hair as I moan his name.

“Kris.”

He pulls me tighter, continuing his assault until I’m crying out on an orgasm so intense, my legs begin to give out under me. My eyes slowly open and I look down at the man on his knees, who just brought me to bliss. My fingers still tangled in his hair as his tongue darts out once more, licking across my pussy before standing.

“Damn, you’re fucking perfection.” He presses his lips to mine, and the taste of me on him doesn’t bother me. Instead, I’m more turned on.

All the anxiety from earlier is gone now, that one orgasm has relaxed me so much I’m practically putty in his hands.

He deepens our kiss, our tongues tangling together as he moves me back toward the bed. The back of my legs hit the edge, and he slowly lays me down. Breaking our kiss, he pulls back slightly looking into my eyes. I can’t quite put a finger on the look he gives me, but his lips press against mine again, this time softer before he pulls away and stands at the foot of the bed.

Staring down at me, he slowly begins undoing his tie. He lost his jacket downstairs when he grabbed his beer.

I’m laying on the bed, completely naked aside from the shoes he demanded I leave on for him. My legs are propped up on the bed by my heels, and my legs are open, giving him the perfect view.

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