Page 98 of The Sweetest Devotion

She’d bitten me.

I sat up and found her perking a brow, daring me to say something.

“I’min control, Keith,” she let it be known.

This side of her, all assertive and dominating, was enough to finish me off.

“It’s like that?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s like that,” she shot back as she soon sat up on her haunches and pulled my shirt off.

Entranced by her attitude and body, I laid back, letting her win.

“Bet you’re happy you’re not kissing me after that, huh?” Kennedy taunted as she wiped at her mouth.

Some guys I knew weren’t into it after the act. “I can be nasty.”

“Yeah?”

Hell yeah, but not with her.

I fumbled as I reached out beside me, going and pulling open my nightstand drawer for a condom. Lost in a lust-filled haze or not, I wasn’t a dummy.

Kennedy wasn’t experienced enough to put it on for me, so I tore it open and managed to loosen up and smile a little as she watched the process of me putting it on. Her eager eyes and curiosity were adorable.

But then it was back to business. She knew what I wanted, and even if she kept with her bossy persona, she was a little hesitant as she climbed on top of me. When I met her, I considered her a snobby little uptight brat, but the more I got to know her, the more I saw her willing to try new things and learn, the more I was elated to see I was wrong about her. A woman’s experience in life, or in the bedroom, didn’t too much matter to me, as long as she was willing to try.

“Oh.” She whined and shook as she sank down on me and I began to fill her.

I inhaled sharply, trying to maintain my sanity because fuck this felt good.

Kennedy let out a small cry when she was completely on me. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she bit into her lip. She took her time finding her groove as she began to roll her hips in small circles. She wasn’t confident on top. I could tell as she let down her walls and gazed down at me for confirmation. With my eyes on hers, I nodded, letting her know this felt right, good, amazing.

“I want it slow,” she breathed out.

Slow.

I loved it slow and sensual, but with her it would be torture. I put up no fight, though, as I held on to her waist and accepted her pace.

“Oh Keith.” She moaned as she bounced on me, eliciting a groan from me.

Kennedy threw her head back, her diamond earrings glistening in the morning light, her breasts jiggling with the movement, and her svelte middle swaying as she rocked some more. I couldn’t think of a better view.

Before long, I sat up, holding her closer, needing her.

Kennedy leaned down, trailing her tongue over the Patience tattoo on my left shoulder blade before planting a kiss on it. She went and did the same to my Progress tattoo on my right side. She kissed my chest, nipping my skin with her teeth, all the while she riding me slow.

My hands danced up and down her spine, mesmerized by her soft, smooth skin. I took her right breast into my mouth, tugging on her nipple, teasing her.

She cradled my head in her hands as she began to speed up her strides.

That’s what I need.

Kennedy’s moans and cries filled my bedroom walls, challenging the morning birds outside. Skin against skin, her eyes peering down into mine, a slow and steady rhythm overtaking us, nothing else mattered.

“Was I any good?” Kennedy’s voice greeted my ear as we winded down. She was resting on top of me. Her tone was partly teasing, but mostly genuine.

I ran my hand down her back. “You were perfect.”

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