Page 17 of Conveniently Theirs

Her hands move over my body, an easy exploration that avoids my throbbing dick. Probably a good thing. I need to regain my slipping control. I plump her full breasts, brushing my thumbs around her areolas before taking one firm nipple into my mouth.

With a desperate cry, her hands cup my head, her fingers curl and her nails scratch over my scalp. Shards of need rocket to my groin and I rub my hard length against her hip.

“Oh, yes,” she moans. “Josh, I…”

“I need…” Instead of voicing that need, I slide down her body and press a kiss to the edge of her lush, soft curls. Easing her legs apart, I settle between her thighs then take one long, leisurely lick to part her mound and discover her clit.

“Josh.” She lifts her hips.

I raise my head. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I may have only been with a couple women?—”

Her head jerks up and her thighs tighten around my shoulders. “You have?”

Guess I should have said something about this sooner. “Casual. When I was trying to figure out my true sexual identity. Uh, if it makes a difference, Devin was… involved in those meetups. So, anyway…” I use my fingers to part her folds. “I do have a clue about what I’m doing.”

“A clue?” she sighs.

“You let me know.” I press the flat of my tongue against her clit then begin a slow, sensual lick that has her gasping and clutching the sheets. “You like that, darlin’?”

I double my efforts—and my enjoyment.

It’s not an effort to give her pleasure. I have years to make up for. Starting tonight. I add my fingers, teasing lower to discover her wet and swollen. She whimpers when I stroke around her entrance then slip a finger inside.

“More,” she demands then slaps her hand over her mouth.

Stopping my intimate kisses, I lift my head and wait until she looks at me. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want. What you need. I promise to do the same.” I lick my lips and smile. “And what I need right now is to taste the sweet heat when you come. Come for me, Keni.”

She tosses her head from side to side. With two fingers stroking her inner walls, I draw my tongue over her mound. Her throat rumbling in a near growl, she spears her fingers through my hair to guide, then hold me in place. Who am I to deny her anything? Soon I’m lost in the taste of her, the rising aroma of her arousal, the encouraging sounds she makes.

Her hands flatten against my skull. Her hips arch. I circle her clit with my lips and suck hard on the firm bundle of nerves.

Her sharp cry is music I’ll never tire of hearing. The hot, wet flow of her release covers my fingers. Resisting the urge to lick them clean, I continue dancing my fingertips along the contractions of her inner walls, softening the pressure against her clit.

“Josh, Josh, god Josh,” she mumbles.

One final internal caress beforeI draw my fingers up her body and ease into the perfect position to kiss her. She doesn’t allow me to go slow, her mouth demands worship from mine. Not long and we’re both gasping.

Brushing her hair back from her damp face, Keni’s swollen lips stretch into a tentative yet sultry smile. “So I can ask for what I want?”

“I need for you to do that, yes.”

“What you just did…”

I trace her mouth with my fingers the press against her lower lip until I can slip a finger into her mouth. “You like what I did? What we did?”

She sucks on my finger, sending shockwaves straight to my cock. With a soft kiss she releases my finger as I move to capture my throbbing cock between our bodies. I can’t stop the short thrusts of my hips against her.

“Josh, I need you to do that inside me. Is… is that something you’ll do with me? That you’ll enjoy? If not, I under?—”

Swallowing her words with my kiss, I take time to explore her mouth before replying. “Ask me again, darlin’.”

“Josh, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything with me you’re not comfortable with.”

“Kendall.” I drop my voice so she’ll listen. “If—and I mean if there’s something you want from me that I find uncomfortable, you’ll know. Communication about our sexual likes and dislikes, about what we know and what we want to discover, to experience, is a part of foreplay. Sometimes a mighty aphrodisiac. So, ask me.”

Her gaze slips sideways for a brief moment then returns to hold mine.

“Can you… uh… fuck me?”

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